CONIDER YOURSELF PROVED.
*awesome dancey thrust movables*
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.
You make it sound like children woud burst out of you like balloons. Which woul be awesome to watch, I suspect.
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!
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.
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.
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.
That gif says more than words or only my glasses ever could.
Done. But I can’t find my glasses, unfortunately.
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 can be there in, say, five minutes. Need me to bring anything?
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.
I googled a dowager once. Totally not worth it.
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.
Yep, every Sunday morning, 1-6. Temporary shift, but yes. :)
Probably won’t happen again. But I’ll be back in some big way soonish, don’t you worry. :)
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.
Thankyou. Thankyou for scaring my penis to bad it just imploded like a submarine.
What? Cleo? You’re crazy. That’s crazy talk.
Your message contributed signifcantly to some serious perking up. DON’T EVER SOTP BEING YOU.
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.
My dad once told me that advertising is for people who are alright at art, but better at lies. I love my dad.