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rionaleonhart) wrote2006-08-04 01:26 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2006-08-04 01:26 pm
You Know, He Wasn't Really On Fire.
So. Whose Line Is It Anyway US. I would have gone hunting for clips to link you to, but I'm much too lazy, so I am going to link you to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gayjunglefever's post that has many fantastic clips from it.
The backstory for my involvement in this is fairly simple.gayjunglefever, rather pleased by my having taken to Top Gear like a Jeremy Clarkson to cars, said something to the effect of 'NOW WATCH THESE WHOSE LINE CLIPS, WENCH'. My first thought was 'ehh, I probably won't watch them'; my second was 'wait, when has she ever led me astray?'; my third was 'OH MY GOD THAT GUY HAS TO PRETEND TO BE VARIOUS CELEBRITIES BEING SLOWLY STEAMROLLERED?'; and from then on I was in love.
It is not shown on UK television, which makes me very sad. Therefore, any good clips on YouTube will always be greatly appreciated, as it's the only way I can see it.
I think that Wayne is probably the best individual on Whose Line, because he can be fantastic on his own. I can think 'OMG WAYNE IS AMAZING' (have you seen him being a novelty singing fish?), but when it comes to Ryan or Colin I tend to think 'OMG RYAN-AND-COLIN ARE AMAZING'. They're still great alone, but they feel somehow incomplete when they're not working together. Wayne doesn't need anyone else to be hilarious. (Ryan and Colin together beat Wayne on his own, though.)
(Shortly after reaching these conclusions, I visitedgayjunglefever's journal to find that her opinions were pretty much exactly the same as mine. This is obviously further proof that we are, in fact, the same person.)
Whose Line is completely ridiculous, but absolutely hilarious. The contestants constantly make fun of each other and the longsuffering Drew Carey. They flirt shamelessly with each other and with the audience. In one clip, during which I almost died of laughter, Colin plays a man who is turned on by danger and Ryan a ravenous boa constrictor. I think you can see where this is going. (Everyone else teases them so much! I love it!)
On the topic of my shameful shameful newfound interest in RPS, I love the Top Gear boys. Clarkson, trying to work out what an odd little compartment in a car can possibly be for, eventually concludes that it is the perfect size and shape for a stick of celery ("And that's a level of thoughtfulness you don't usually find. In most cars I've driven the celery just rolls around on the floor, which can be quite dangerous."). They clearly didn't have a clue what they were talking about when they were trying to discuss the merits of different vans, and they looked so shamefaced about it! And then there was Hammond's van overturning - "if he is dead and you'd like to take his place, write to us at 'I'm Better Than Richard Hammond Was'..." - and May losing four million points, and oh I love them so.
Someday I may actually compile a list of all the thousands of stories that I desperately want to see written one day. For now, I will mention just one: if someone writes a Clarkson/Hammond/May fic, set in a car, in which Clarkson is thinking about the car the whole time, I will be a very happy person.
...I recently had a dream about Jeremy Clarkson being in the next Harry Potter movie. While I'd be very amused if it proved prophetic, I'd be rather worried that the other part of my dream - the part about my being kidnapped and posted to Scandinavia in a box - would come true as well.
gayjunglefever's post that has many fantastic clips from it.The backstory for my involvement in this is fairly simple.
gayjunglefever, rather pleased by my having taken to Top Gear like a Jeremy Clarkson to cars, said something to the effect of 'NOW WATCH THESE WHOSE LINE CLIPS, WENCH'. My first thought was 'ehh, I probably won't watch them'; my second was 'wait, when has she ever led me astray?'; my third was 'OH MY GOD THAT GUY HAS TO PRETEND TO BE VARIOUS CELEBRITIES BEING SLOWLY STEAMROLLERED?'; and from then on I was in love.It is not shown on UK television, which makes me very sad. Therefore, any good clips on YouTube will always be greatly appreciated, as it's the only way I can see it.
I think that Wayne is probably the best individual on Whose Line, because he can be fantastic on his own. I can think 'OMG WAYNE IS AMAZING' (have you seen him being a novelty singing fish?), but when it comes to Ryan or Colin I tend to think 'OMG RYAN-AND-COLIN ARE AMAZING'. They're still great alone, but they feel somehow incomplete when they're not working together. Wayne doesn't need anyone else to be hilarious. (Ryan and Colin together beat Wayne on his own, though.)
(Shortly after reaching these conclusions, I visited
gayjunglefever's journal to find that her opinions were pretty much exactly the same as mine. This is obviously further proof that we are, in fact, the same person.)Whose Line is completely ridiculous, but absolutely hilarious. The contestants constantly make fun of each other and the longsuffering Drew Carey. They flirt shamelessly with each other and with the audience. In one clip, during which I almost died of laughter, Colin plays a man who is turned on by danger and Ryan a ravenous boa constrictor. I think you can see where this is going. (Everyone else teases them so much! I love it!)
On the topic of my shameful shameful newfound interest in RPS, I love the Top Gear boys. Clarkson, trying to work out what an odd little compartment in a car can possibly be for, eventually concludes that it is the perfect size and shape for a stick of celery ("And that's a level of thoughtfulness you don't usually find. In most cars I've driven the celery just rolls around on the floor, which can be quite dangerous."). They clearly didn't have a clue what they were talking about when they were trying to discuss the merits of different vans, and they looked so shamefaced about it! And then there was Hammond's van overturning - "if he is dead and you'd like to take his place, write to us at 'I'm Better Than Richard Hammond Was'..." - and May losing four million points, and oh I love them so.
Someday I may actually compile a list of all the thousands of stories that I desperately want to see written one day. For now, I will mention just one: if someone writes a Clarkson/Hammond/May fic, set in a car, in which Clarkson is thinking about the car the whole time, I will be a very happy person.
...I recently had a dream about Jeremy Clarkson being in the next Harry Potter movie. While I'd be very amused if it proved prophetic, I'd be rather worried that the other part of my dream - the part about my being kidnapped and posted to Scandinavia in a box - would come true as well.
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Hee, I love it! Clarkson is sneering at the spaceship! Heeeee!
And seriously, the Stig's TARDIS being a Reliant Robin is just the greatest thing ever. And I have to mention Clarkson's complaining again (“Oh, great, so instead of just having no leg space, I will have no leg space and and May on my lap in every short corner!”), because it is so fantastic.
As a quick note, I'm almost certain that 'I call shotgun' is not a phrase used in England. If 'shotgun' means what I think it does, he'd probably be more likely to say "I'm in the front" or something similar.
"So, this is your broom?" the repairman asked, taking it and examining the damage. "An MX? What happened to it?"
Jeremy carefully averted his eyes. "I may have sort of set it on fire," he confessed.
The repairman raised his eyebrows and laughed before turning his attention back to the broomstick. "It'll need a full tail replacement." He frowned. "We've actually had a lot of these in lately. I'm not sure we've got enough MX twigs left for a proper tail. If you can leave it with us until Monday - "
"There is no way I'm waiting until Monday. I'm in a race, and even May would have got to Tokyo and back by then. I'll give you fifteen minutes."
He looked askance at Jeremy for a moment. "Well, I suppose we could put in a couple of Nimbus twigs. The models are quite similar."
"Oh, great. Just like giving a Lamborghini one wheel from a Rover. I'm sure that'll work."
"If you want a quick repair, it's your best option. You need a full tail, because otherwise the balance'll be off. I promise you, you won't even notice the difference."
"Really?"
"Really."
Sitting astride his broomstick with its permanent list to the left, Jeremy Clarkson swore revenge.
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I'll get on that, thanks!
Technically he's sneering at the exterior. He won't sneer at around) because it's a TARDIS. You don't sneer at a TARDIS.
Oh, and speaking of sneering: The Dutch Donald Duck magazine has a website, which also gives the Duckburg TV Guide, and one of the programs is called Top Sneer. Hosted by Jeremy Claxon. (A claxon being the car horn thingy. That the same in English? I don't know. I'm a horrible anglicist.)
Jeremy at the broom repair shop! And of course there's arguing.
I worry for that repairwizard, y'know. I must say, you really sound like you know what you're talking about. Full tail for the balance. Hee!
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“Welcome to Notharia!” Jack announced happily as he exited the wormhole. “The sky is clear, the sun is shining and… what the hell are you doing here?”
There was that weird three-wheeled car that had been on the SGC car park. The spaceship. The Stig’s spaceship. And it was here. And what was even worse were the two smug men sitting on its bonnet. Well, one looked smug anyway. The Stig was still wearing his helmet, but Jack knew he was smug too.
“Took you long enough,” Richard said, grinning.
“But… how? And where are the other two?” Jack asked, deciding there was time to go crazy later.
“Oh, they’re off filming something,” He replied, waving vaguely. “You know Jeremy, he saw strange vehicles and immediately made James the cameraman.”
Daniel made a strange sound. “They can’t film around here! This is an alien planet! They can’t! It’s top secret!”
“This means we can shoot them now, right?” Jack said nonchalantly, as he watched Daniel run off to find the duo. He turned to Teal’c. “Right?”
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Hee!
Daniel made a strange sound. “They can’t film around here! This is an alien planet! They can’t! It’s top secret!”
I actually burst out laughing at that. This is just the sort of thing the Top Gear team would end up doing.
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Have some more:
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“How?” Jack asked. “You had to get all the way back to the car park! We just stepped through the Stargate!”
“We had the Stig,” Jeremy simply said.
“And did we mention that it also travels in time?” James asked, putting the camera on the bonnet.
“It’s a time machine?” Jack asked, incredulous. “We didn’t know that! That’s cheating!”
Richard shrugged. “We didn’t know either.”
“Perhaps it is wise to take the Stig to the racing officials,” Teal’c said. “He will need to prepare.”
“Good idea! While you do that, we’ll film some more things. Come on Richard, we found this amazing… thing. We’re not sure what it is, so you get to test it for us,” Jeremy told the other man. “Let’s get going.”
Daniel made that strange sound again. “You can’t do that!”
“Daniel, go with them and make sure that whatever they get on film is destroyed,” Jack ordered. “Teal’c, we’ll bring the Stig to the official.”
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Hee, poor Richard!
I love them breaking rules left, right and centre while Daniel splutters in helpless outrage. Fantastic. And time machines are cheating!
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He does crazy things in Brainiac, therefore he can do crazy things in my fic. I'm sure he'll do some protesting before they get in him whatever the thing is. I still have to make that up.
Jack will probably threaten to shoot them a bit later on, but for now he's happy to have Daniel deal with them, because it means he won't have to deal with them.
Once again, I love Daniel being powerless. He's such a smarmy git who talks the natives into doing whatever he wants in the tv show, I figured it was time he came across some people who aren't swayed by him.