I'm Glad I'm Not An Elephant.
Apr. 18th, 2010 02:43 pmI love the Charlie Brooker fandom, but it's terribly damaging for my confidence as a writer. The standard is simply too good. Even on the anon meme, my writing feels mediocre amongst all the anonymous brilliance; I feel guilty about taking a prompt because I'm sure someone else could fill it better, and I feel embarrassed despite the anonymity because I have quite a recognisable writing style.
Not that I'm complaining about having all this wonderful work to read, of course.
I am very disappointed in whoever was responsible for cutting Brooker's speculation on going back in time to give himself a handjob out of Thursday's episode of You Have Been Watching. It makes me quite sad that I cannot feasibly go to every comedy recording*, as I'm now so very aware of all that I'll be missing. If Radio Four can broadcast a conversation about a man having sex with a frozen chicken at six in the afternoon, surely you could have kept that in.
* although, as I have somehow lined up three recordings for the next two weeks, I appear to be having a bloody good crack at it. Oh, dear. I'm actually doing more work on my dissertations than I would otherwise, though, out of guilt, so that's something.
Actually, I haven't yet linked to the Charlie Brooker episode of The Unbelievable Truth, have I? For those of you who can use the BBC iPlayer, it is here, although it'll be taken down in a week. Particular highlights:
09.10-10.40 (although listen up to 11.30 for a rather wonderful followup): the man who had sex with a frozen chicken.
16.50-18.30: Brooker, Mitchell and some of the most alarming flirtation you will ever hear.
Anyway, back to the question of time-travelling sex with oneself!
( Cut for more speculation on the subject of self-sex than I imagine you want to read. )
...this is a terrible, terrible, terrible entry.
Not that I'm complaining about having all this wonderful work to read, of course.
I am very disappointed in whoever was responsible for cutting Brooker's speculation on going back in time to give himself a handjob out of Thursday's episode of You Have Been Watching. It makes me quite sad that I cannot feasibly go to every comedy recording*, as I'm now so very aware of all that I'll be missing. If Radio Four can broadcast a conversation about a man having sex with a frozen chicken at six in the afternoon, surely you could have kept that in.
* although, as I have somehow lined up three recordings for the next two weeks, I appear to be having a bloody good crack at it. Oh, dear. I'm actually doing more work on my dissertations than I would otherwise, though, out of guilt, so that's something.
Actually, I haven't yet linked to the Charlie Brooker episode of The Unbelievable Truth, have I? For those of you who can use the BBC iPlayer, it is here, although it'll be taken down in a week. Particular highlights:
09.10-10.40 (although listen up to 11.30 for a rather wonderful followup): the man who had sex with a frozen chicken.
16.50-18.30: Brooker, Mitchell and some of the most alarming flirtation you will ever hear.
Anyway, back to the question of time-travelling sex with oneself!
( Cut for more speculation on the subject of self-sex than I imagine you want to read. )
...this is a terrible, terrible, terrible entry.
