As some light relief (which I need), here are some funny videos. Hohoho.
The Cat Came Back
When I were young, I remember a television programme on BBC One on a Sunday evening, hosted by Tony Robinson, showing cartoons; some well known, some popular, some more obscure. This was one that I have always remembered, and I was delighted to find it on the internet.
Harry Potter Puppet Pals
It gets in your head. About the only Harry Potter related product that I can stomach these days.
The Llama song
Old, not funny (trendy) any more, stupid. Fashion and popularity can lose themselves in a dark hole; I still like it. I am slightly odd though.
Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts
24 April 2009
30 March 2009
Monkey Urine
I find the generic churn 'em out American film comedians like Adam Sandler and Ben Stiller quite annoying, and usually not that funny. On Saturday evening the Lovely Lady Duck and I were both feeling fairly stressed by various things and decided to watch A Night at the Museum, a Ben Stiller film.
Sidetrack: I say we decided to watch that. Usually it works something like this:
Shall we watch a film?
Could do.
What shall we watch?
Don't know, what do you want to watch?
Don't know, any ideas.
Don't know.
...
We then each pull out a random selection of DVDs that we might vaguely quite like to watch possibly and take turns putting them back until we end up with one. In fact, on Saturday, we managed to reduce the options to four films before we had to resort to tossing coins.
Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, Ben Stiller. I actually mildly enjoyed the film; it was quite easy to watch and didn't require more braincells than are needed to say "ooo, look at the funny dinosaur", it was blessed with Dick Van Dyke and Robin Williams, and had a scene where Ben Stiller was urinated on by a monkey. It certainly wasn't Young Frankenstein or Dr. Strangelove, but it passed the time in a relaxed fashion.
The point of this? There was a rather large fly in the otherwise soothing ointment:
aethelreadtheunread: Ricky Gervais = arsehole
Sidetrack: I say we decided to watch that. Usually it works something like this:
Shall we watch a film?
Could do.
What shall we watch?
Don't know, what do you want to watch?
Don't know, any ideas.
Don't know.
...
We then each pull out a random selection of DVDs that we might vaguely quite like to watch possibly and take turns putting them back until we end up with one. In fact, on Saturday, we managed to reduce the options to four films before we had to resort to tossing coins.
Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, Ben Stiller. I actually mildly enjoyed the film; it was quite easy to watch and didn't require more braincells than are needed to say "ooo, look at the funny dinosaur", it was blessed with Dick Van Dyke and Robin Williams, and had a scene where Ben Stiller was urinated on by a monkey. It certainly wasn't Young Frankenstein or Dr. Strangelove, but it passed the time in a relaxed fashion.
The point of this? There was a rather large fly in the otherwise soothing ointment:
aethelreadtheunread: Ricky Gervais = arsehole
05 January 2009
19 February 2007
Noah, an alternative history
"Noah?"
"Yes, my love?"
"You know you sent out a dove again? Was it the same one?"
"I don't think so dear. Why?"
"Well, I have been counting the doves and they all seem to be there. Do you know what sort it was?"
"One of the greyish-white ones; bigger than the others."
"Noah, all of the doves are the same sort of size."
"You know, the big ones, likes fish."
"I did happen to visit the sea birds earlier. One of the albatrosses was missing. You didn't send out an albatross instead of a dove did you?"
***
"Noah?"
"Yes God?"
"You know I asked you to send out another dove? I seem to be having some trouble with it."
"Really Lord?"
"I don't like to spoil the surprise, but I was intending to have it fetch an olive leaf; a bit of symbolism you understand."
"Ah."
"I pointed the dove in the right direction and suggested to it to pluck a leaf."
"Yes Lord?"
"It seems more inclined to pull the whole sapling out of the ground."
"Oh?"
"It isn't a dove, is it Noah?"
"No Lord."
"It is an albatross, isn't it Noah?"
"Yes Lord."
"I really do despair of you people at times."
"Yes, my love?"
"You know you sent out a dove again? Was it the same one?"
"I don't think so dear. Why?"
"Well, I have been counting the doves and they all seem to be there. Do you know what sort it was?"
"One of the greyish-white ones; bigger than the others."
"Noah, all of the doves are the same sort of size."
"You know, the big ones, likes fish."
"I did happen to visit the sea birds earlier. One of the albatrosses was missing. You didn't send out an albatross instead of a dove did you?"
***
"Noah?"
"Yes God?"
"You know I asked you to send out another dove? I seem to be having some trouble with it."
"Really Lord?"
"I don't like to spoil the surprise, but I was intending to have it fetch an olive leaf; a bit of symbolism you understand."
"Ah."
"I pointed the dove in the right direction and suggested to it to pluck a leaf."
"Yes Lord?"
"It seems more inclined to pull the whole sapling out of the ground."
"Oh?"
"It isn't a dove, is it Noah?"
"No Lord."
"It is an albatross, isn't it Noah?"
"Yes Lord."
"I really do despair of you people at times."
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