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I got excited when everyone else was posting or bringing back to life formspring pages and joined in. Then I came to my senses and realised I'm actually a really big nobody with no sound advice or humourous anecdotes to share.
It seems if you're not a minor internet celeb or in possession of a vagina you only get a sparse smattering of questions from the following:
1) A few friends who will kindly try to spur things along for a question or two before forgetting to ask more.
2) Porn Bots
3) Strangers with too much internet time on their hands.
4) Dating site bots. Though that could just be my girlfriend trying to test me, I'm not sure yet.
So yes; I wasn't bothering to check for questions (assuming there were none) to answer and mainly because nobody was asking me anything. Other than what my bank details were. -
Though this question is spam, to all of those interested I do actually have pornographic pictures of me that involve existential angst and bad haircuts right here - http://snipurl.com/edemopornpics
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Height wise I'm not sure. I think about 3 meters.
Distance combined with accuracy wise when I once had a really strong stream going I edged my way back, constantly getting it into the toilet bowl to about 2 meters away. It was my day to mop the bathroom anyway. -
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I could speak about this topic for hours without ever deciding on a favourite. I'm not good on modern cars, but if pushed I'd either say an Aston Martin 177 or a Wiesmann mf3.
It's old cars where my heart lies though. I just adore the style, the noise, getting under the bonnet and working away and the general element of shitness to their workings.
They're fucking frustrating at times when you want to get from A to B without breaking down, but I know I'll have a more interesting journey and I do love them and hate them for their faults.
For instance, I used to have a Triumph Spitfire (It's not a WWII plane or a motorbike, but one of these things - http://auskellian.com/paul/spit_files/shapeimage_1.jpg). Crappy British Engineering means it was absolutely cobbled together, with lots of fucking stupid design descisions and impraticalities. For instance, if you started drifting in a corner you couldn't let up, as the wheels would buckle and flip you. But when running, it made an absolutely lovely noise and you got a feel for driving.
At the moment I'm inbetween Classics but I've really got my eye on a Triumph GT6 for something I can realistically get insured on and afford. I'd absolutely fucking adore one infact. -
Everything I do is a shit version of somebody else's style/trait. It's a part of tuning and refining an individual voice of my own.
I haven't followed Serafinowicz for quite a while on twitter. He can be damn funny at times, but there's a certain egotistical rock star element to his humour that doesn't sit that well with me. All comedy is egotistical and a charade admittedly, but I like when an element of the person is allowed to leak in if that makes sense. I'd say my favourite comedy people are Charlie Brooker, Mitchell & Webb, Frankie Boyle, Ricky Gervais and Dylan Moran.
I realise you didn't ask me about my comedic influences (or anything at all actually), it just seemed like an interesting divulgence. I have no idea how I was supposed to respond, as for some reason you're comparing a professional 37 year old comedian and writer (whose surname you misspelt) to me, a 20 year old professional nothing. -
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I think a spider and a skunk would be better, who wouldn't fear a web weaved by "spunk"?
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I think it be spam. Enjoy your pyramid scheme porn anyway, I helped by clicking!
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A Cant. Combination of a cat and a ant, so it'll look cute and nonthreatening and folk will go "Surely that /Cant/ hurt me!" then it'll turn out to be vicious with an ant's super strength and tenacity.
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I like positioning my sextant so that I can take a reading of the celestial body of the North Star. Then I'll go back to my cabin and fuck my girlfriend.
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Well the first was a Pong machine that you linked with the TV from the 70's which you had to power on batteries. But the first proper multiple games platform I owned I honestly can't remember what it was called, a handmidown from my cousins that looked like a computer; with its own keyboard and joystick and monitor. Except there was no windows or anything on it, and all the games were on floppys.
To play a game I had to remember to type in the run commands that were specific to each floppy. Something like "D:/run/batrobin325.exe". If I'd lost the manual I had to remember the commands in my head, so as I was just a youngun I ended up with lots of games that I didn't know how to get running anymore. In the end there were three games I remember playing on it; a top down racer, a side scrolling batman platformer and a top down rambo game. -
The personification of a mechaphilia's Penis.
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Edward George Terry...’s Bio
A boring shit.
