March 2011
50 posts
PROVE IT!
CONIDER YOURSELF PROVED.
*awesome dancey thrust movables*
Every passing day that Misfits season 3 hasn't started I drop further down into complete madness
I’m starting to worry it’ll never come out. And that if it does, the new you-know-whats won’t be handled well, and character development will be all backwards (the Nathan/Simon friendship, etc). GAH.
It could be the phenergan or the alcohol left in my system, but I'd love to procreate with you and see what our children would look like.
You make it sound like children woud burst out of you like balloons. Which woul be awesome to watch, I suspect.
Paul! Will you be at Melbourne's Supanova this year? A certain Tweeter and I will be there stalking Draco Malfoy and if you will be there also we will probably stalk you a little bit also. Because it's a tradition! Or something! I don't know, I'm very tired.
Actually, I’m in a weird radio period… last time I was hosting the breakfast show. Before that, a convention was smack bang in the middle of five months of weekend breakfast, so I could interview people (Karl Urban, Mary McDonnell, etc) and run the interviews. Right now, however, I’d not be able to go as press, which kind of has me in a funk! Plus, time is a fact. I’m filming stuff next week for a secret project, and my MICF show rehearsals are almost finished!
Did you ever have trouble getting publicity for your comics? I've given this whole webcomic thing about fifteen tries, all ending in fiery crashing failure. Any tips?
Well, I’m very lucky in that I’m actually paid by The Vine to do this; to be fair, though, I was already doing it anyway. I just got asked by them to take it pro. This tumblr is so people on tumblr, who I fucking adore, can read it easily. I guess just keep spraying it all over peoples lunches, they’ll pay attention eventually! Also, make loads of pop culture references. Those tend to keep me going.
I saw you in the Cleo Bachelor, and my friend showed me your tumblr so now I'm just having a pleasant tuesday evening eating fruit and reading the wisdom that is Paul Verhoeven.
Brilliant! Well, I’m on air at the moment, and am about to pound through a metric crapload of questions from readers. You wrote this hours ago, though, so I assume you’re unconscious.
*poke*
Ask your question: I shall answer. X
I don't know if you knew about this, but here you go. http://geeksofdoom.com/2011/03/24/fox-gives-fringe-22-episode-season-4-fans-rejoice/
I KNOW! I freaked out when I heard. Plus the show is getting better and better. God, the guys who make it can have my babies. If they don’t I’m going to have to sell them on ebay.
I would still like for you to be in my brain, then I can brag that Paul Verhoeven has been and currently still is, inside me.
http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c115/JefferyJumbeliah/wink-1.gif
That gif says more than words or only my glasses ever could.
Just your glasses? Me gusta.
Done. But I can’t find my glasses, unfortunately.
I used to wonder how you handle doing mid-dawn radio and feel sorry for you and picture you sitting there alone in the dark talking to yourself wearing glad-wrap pants, except for the last part which was put in purely for creep factor, BUT THEN, I got put on 2-6am Wednesdays at my local radio station. I'll probably have about three listeners, one being a feral cat in the bin outside, and even my mum isn't going to bother staying up to listen. So now I wonder the exact same thing, but in more of an advice sense than creepy 'Let's think about Paul' way. Any tips or truth nuggets?
I still wear those glad wrap pants! They’re revealing, but cheap. Very, very cheap.
The 2-6 is a bitch, isn’t it? I find that they’re easier to get through if you save food for the 4am mark, which is typically when dreams compel ones stomach to begin eating itself. I usually take a full thermos of coffee, as well. The blacker the better. Oh, and punching yourself in the genitals is a good last resort.
I wish you were inside of my brain.
I can be there in, say, five minutes. Need me to bring anything?
Paul, you like His Dark Materials, yes?
What form do you think your dæmon would take?
1) Hell to the yes.
2) A massive panda. I’d ride my dæmon around, I think.
Thankyou for asking a question about one of my favourite things in the world. I’m going to have to do a comic about it now.
well if it makes you feel any better, I had to google dowager.
I googled a dowager once. Totally not worth it.
Hottest bachelor of the year. Vote? Votey McVotenstein?
So, uh… I’m one of Cleo Magazines Hottest Bachelor of the Year. If you go here and vote, I’d be stupidly grateful. I know it’s silly but I think with all of you behind me we can flood so many votes in that I’ll be put in a tux and given a golden egg or something.
Also, I’ll post a comic about this very predicament tomorrow.
Did you DJ on triple J this weekend past?
Yep, every Sunday morning, 1-6. Temporary shift, but yes. :)
Do you think you'll host for them when they go on holidays again? hmmm? yes? no? I'll hold you to telling me (the public) when you're hosting again.
Probably won’t happen again. But I’ll be back in some big way soonish, don’t you worry. :)
So, I'm going to write to you. Because I can and I am willing.
How I discovered you: Triple J mornings, you did them while Tom and Alex were on holidays, and they were some of the greatest mornings I have ever driven. It almost felt like the songs you were playing, were the ones I wanted to hear.
That’s brilliant to hear, and I’m glad you enjoyed them! Five weeks of hosting weekday breakfast on Triple J was pretty much a dream come true, and it’s odd how many people discovered me that way, actually. I really, really miss it. If it happens again you’ll be the first to know! Well, technically I’ll be the first to know. Or someone in management. You get the idea.
Think of soft, fluffy clouds floating across the blue sky...
Think of sweet, fluffy bunnies hopping sweetly from fluffy cloud to cloud...
Imagine feeling the fluffy fur of a gentle, fluffy bunny and the soft, silky texture...
Now imagine that cute, adorable bunny with a parasite (Baylisascaris procyonis) eating it's brain from the inside as it's tender, gentle, round eyes burst to reveal thousands of microscopic larvae oozing forth from the brain-matter...
Mmmmm... perky....
Thankyou. Thankyou for scaring my penis to bad it just imploded like a submarine.
Is it Cleo Bachelor of the Year? Google tells me they launch it on the 21st of March. It's Cleo Bachelor of the Year, isn't it? No one will tell.
What? Cleo? You’re crazy. That’s crazy talk.
I can hear you RIGHT NOW. Well, I could when I started typing, now a song is playing. Anyway, in my opinion, you didn't sound sleazy enough. Although maybe that's just me being sleazy. I don't think asking people of the internet to keep you perky was a good idea; this can only end in boring messages or porn ... And we all know you're too professional for that.
I have a question, though: if you had to literally be blue, what would you be? Would you go the Smurf route, become the TARDIS, let Illyria take you over, cash in on James Cameron's bandwagon or something far more interesting than anything I can think of? God, that's not going to make anyone perky. This was a bad idea, Paul.
Your message contributed signifcantly to some serious perking up. DON’T EVER SOTP BEING YOU.
It could be worse; you could be trapped in the basement of your dad's house in a love-dungeon in Austria.
...too soon?
I don’t know, but I’ve been using ‘FRITZL’ as an exclamation of dismay whenever I stub my toe of late.
I am on air right now but I’m feeling quite profoundly blue. If anyone has anything they can do or say to perk up an exhausted radio presenter, I’d be eternally grateful.
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My dad once told me that advertising is for people who are alright at art, but better at lies. I love my dad.
