| Today on North American Predator we've come out into the wild to meet the North American wolf, a fine predator and once the symbol of mighty ancient Rome. I've brought my one-year-old child along to learn from this fascinating creature. Now the wolf, like many predators, is shy. They only attack when they're desperate. I wanted to see the wolf in action so I fenced off his lair to starve him for a while. And where did that child of mine go? He was just here a minute ago... | ||||||||||
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Tuesday, March 12, 2013
North American Predator
North American Rebel: Behind the Scenes
| Ah! Another rebel! Come in. Did you fill out your form? Let me see that. YOU LEFT THIS BOX UNCHECKED! DO IT RIGHT! ... So you want to be on North American Rebel. Fine, fine. Just a few last things we need you to do. Would you lie down on your back? Yes, yes, lie down. That's right. Now roll over... | ||||||||||
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| © 2007, 2013. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Monday, March 11, 2013
The Cutting Room: March 11, 1984
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What stories are you working on? They caught the bank robber and the musician we accused of the crime is innocent. Fine. Inform the public about the real culprit and smear the musician so that our mistake looks understandable. What else? The company we told everyone to invest in has gone bankrupt. Perfect. Say that we were acting on false information from that musician. Next. We've declared war on Eastasia. Eastasia? You mean we're not fighting Eurasia anymore? Very well, put it to them like this: we're at war with Eastasia and we were always at war with Eastasia... |
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Fraggle Rock
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I'm sure that most of my listeners accept my songs in the form that I choose to share them, but I wish the business hadn't put so many of my songs on the 'rock' station. Now if I don't always use an electric sound, there's always at least one person who complains that 'I won't rock'. Laugh if you want, but this is the kind of obstacle that impairs my ability to perform, which the business seems to hold against me. They caused it and they want to fault me for it. What would such a person mean by saying this? Did I 'rock' before? Am I supposed to be a 'rock star' because a bunch of brain-dead assholes stole my songs? I'm an artist and an author. I'm forty-seven years old. Incidentally, did that band record Bird of Prey? That was supposed to be about my id, not about bombing people. I wonder if the band recorded it and the business put it on the radio. I wonder if some pilot recorded it and played it as he went on a bombing raid. If so, I wonder if such a lie made out of an artist's song could bring the vengeful spirits of helpless bombing victims to life so that they could haunt each of their gleeful killers to an early grave. Anyway, I erased that song from my account. Maybe I never should have shared it. |
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The Attitude Adjustment Squad
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Are you all ready to look for work? Yes, I can hardly wait to sell the rest of my life to some prick for a crumby hourly wage. Oh dear me. Could you stand up please? It sounds like your unemployment isn't painful enough for you to appreciate having a job. (Pressing a button) Send in the Attitude Adjustment Squad. (Four burly men enter and beat the unemployed man with two-by-fours until he crumbles.) Now: are you all ready to look for work? Was that groan a 'yes'? Fine. There's an opening with a construction company for a dump truck driver... |
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The Dump Truck Driver
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(A dump truck driver gets out of his vehicle.) Driver: Man, I hate this job. I'm going home. Foreman: But it's only three o'clock. Driver: I know, but I don't want to miss my favourite reality show. Foreman: Which one? Driver: The Dump Truck Driver. |
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Sunday, March 10, 2013
Monthly Notice
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First off, there should only be one copy of each of my song videos on the internet located on my YouTube account named jreamer1 - since 2013 renamed to author's real name. All other copies are unauthorized and any financial transactions involving them are fraudulent. Please take corrective measures if they are necessary. My writings are from my life and in my personal style. There should only be one copy of each entry and it should be located in this Blogger account. If this is not so, please make it so. On another topic, am I not allowed to admire anyone? Don't you admire certain people? Why can't I say nice things about people here without being treated as if I'm their groupie or something? Can't I be nice to people who I think have enriched my life? At least until I find out that they ripped off my music or my writing? No, you don't have to hate them. They didn't rip you off, they just lied to you. Anyway, I have no 'heroes' left but Jesus. I hope I'm allowed to admire him. This must be a lot easier for a band than it is for me. When you're in a band you stand in solidarity with your band mates. But when you're alone, you're everyone's favourite target. It takes the strength of superman to endure this life when you stand alone, especially as you are being called a wimp by bands. |
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