I was in 5th grade when my brother went to prison for something that was well known throughout the community. Some of you know this, some of you don’t. This, for lack of a better word (I have family on here), sucked. For multiple reasons, the biggest one, the one that still hurts, is that I didn’t/don’t have my brother, who is a good person, and one of the wisest people I know, by my side. I also got teased, a lot. I couldn’t even sit on my front porch without somebody yelling something horrible at me. My house got vandalized at least once a week for a month, until we had to have a cop watch our house while we slept. I even had the principal of my elementary school personally visit my home and tell me that if I needed to talk about things, there would be a social worker at the school for me. Knowing that she wasn’t angry with me, the fact that she sympathized with me and just wanted to help, was beyond comforting. It’s what I needed to be ready to return to school. It was still hard, but not nearly as hard as it would have been if somebody at Jackman Elementary didn’t foresee what I would go through and take the initiative to make sure I had the help I needed. Everybody at that school made sure I was okay, had somebody to talk to, and that nobody teased me at school because of what had happened. I have each and every one of them to thank for that, it still means the world to me. Don’t get me wrong, it hurt, hell, it still hurts sometimes, but I owe a lot to those people, including my sanity. Without everything they did, I have no doubt I would have sank into a depression, became a social recluse, and the anxiety I already have most of the time would be 10x worse. It sucked, but I am a stronger person because of it. But it was and still is the hardest thing I’ve ever been through. I wasn’t (and still am not) the kind of person to tell somebody how I feel for fear of being judged. I wouldn’t have reached out for help, and I would have hidden any and all signs of emotional turmoil. I guess, what I’m getting at is that I was lucky to have people looking out for me, and not all kids are so fortunate. Reach out and help somebody, it means the world just having someone to talk to. If there were more people like the people who helped me, the world would be a better place, and maybe some people wouldn’t be driven to cause others the pain that we’ve all felt in the past few days. Whether you are for gun control or against it, I think we can all agree that we need to take better care of each other.
other people: she could stand to lose some weight me: i’m gonna eat healthy and exercise other people: good for her! me: *loses weight* other people: why is she so obsessed with eating healthy and exercising god that’s so weird wtf stop running go eat a cheeseburger
My mom’s cochlear implant was turned on today. She finally heard things that I take for granted. Birds chirping, car horns, kids playing, even sirens. While she doesn’t quite hear things like I do yet, it was spectacular to watch her experience this new sense. I played music for her. She can’t quite make out words so I signed songs to her like Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club and Bohemian Rhapsody. She liked them a lot. She likes Richard Cheese and The White Stripes too. I described the instruments when they came on. Se told me she’d seen Deep Purple, Elvis, and Pink Floyd in concert so I played her all their music. As I was signing the lyrics to the songs as they were playing, I was trying unbelievably hard not to cry. This is just so amazing to me. My mom’s kind of annoyed with me at this point because I keep smiling at her and saying “you can hear! I can’t believe it!”. I get that.
Let me just start by saying this is completely my opinion, and my feelings alone, and not representative of anything from any improv theater or performer involved. This is how I perceived that particular person who took center stage at a show I was attending.
The various legal loopholes and…
Wait, what the fuck? This really happened?
What the hell did the people on stage do? Was that guy able to just get back into the audience? I’m shocked he wasn’t arrested at best, beaten up at worst.
That’s absolutely insane.
I heard several people recount this and everyone was horrified. You’re not alone, Pou!
I heard someone tell this story secondhand too. I can’t believe he did this/just told this story in front of everyone. HOLY FUCKING SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. He looks very nervous for good reason. Why did he keep talking? Why is he still alive and running free around the United States?
As the story progresses in this video that Stephanie Streisand posted, I just feel like I’m venturing further and further into a fucking nightmare.
Can someone make sure he ends up face-down in a fucking ditch tomorrow morning?
THIS IS HORRIFYING. How have I not heard about this?
An audience member told a story at ASSSSCAT a couple weeks ago, and during it, talks about forcing himself on a woman and basically raping her. AND THERE IS VIDEO. (It starts at the 38 minute mark). The way he describes the events — laughing about it, acting all cocky — is appalling. What a fucking douchebag.
This is disgusting.
I hope comedy nerds all reblog this so it can get back to Second City and the necessary legal actions can be taken.
Like the OP said, the way the improvisers behaved was, well, the best they could have (someone “hilariously” recounting rape to inspire comedy scenes). Specific props go to Andy Daly, Ian Roberts, Horatio Sanz, and Chad Carter who, if you watch the video, never once encouraged the guy, only discouraged him from continuing the story, or gave him the absolute cold shoulder. I realize that someone on stage HAD to talk to this guy, but I think those four behaved really really well.
that I saw on craigslist. It was a 1991 Mustang convertible, it was beautiful, at least in the pictures I saw. I didn’t see it in person because the jerkoff stood me up. I should have known it was too good to be true. I was so excited that I was going to have a Mustang for a first car. And a convertible!? Come on, I’d feel like such a badass. But nooope, he had to smash my hopes and dreams by not showing up. I told him to meet me in a parking lot in front of a store so he wouldn’t try anything funny. Maybe that’s why he didn’t show up, because he was planning on doing something shady. Maybe I should consider myself lucky. Still, that dude is a douchebag and I want my f*cking Mustang.
Why do people dedicate statuses on Facebook to people in prison? Stuff like “Miss you Dequandre 3 more years awwww yeeeah!” or “Free muh boi Shawn”. First of all, Dequandre isn’t going to open his laptop after a long day of lifting weights and getting it from behind from a 300 pound dude called “Big Daddy”, log onto facebook, see your status and comment “Hell yes bro I’ll be out there rollin’ some blunts in no time. Smoke a J for me dawg aiiight!?”. And Shawn stabbed a dude 12 times, shot his dog, and threw them both under a bridge. He should not be back on the streets any time soon. You have terrible judgement and I hope you never get involved in the justice system.
is going to be at Cedar Point this summer and he’s having a tweet-up there. I’m giddy like a little kid because I have a season pass there and he said he’d see me there. I get so star struck so easily though, I’m gonna have to get over that fast. Last month at Headliners I met Todd Barry and I was unbearably awkward. We had a stare-down while I was sitting in my car before the show, which didn’t help. It was intimidating, but it’s nice to be able to say I had a stare-down with my all-time favorite comedian/biggest crush ever. Anyway, I’m super psyched for this because I respect and admire comedians so much and it’s always awesome to meet them. I get excited like a little kid when stuff like this happens. I’m really lame and none of my friends give a shit about this because they aren’t into comedy, or anything I like..just because I like it. So I have to blog about it for complete strangers to read…even though you probably don’t care either. Did I mention I’m lame and nerdy? Because I am..but I’m proud..kinda.
AZIZ ANSARI IS GONNA BE AT THE FILLMORE ON JUNE 12! AWWW SHIT! I gotta be there. It’s a far drive and I guarantee nobody is going to want to go with me (which means I can’t go at all) but I’ll find a fucking way.