Good Australian Ensemble Sitcoms?
I’ve been racking my brain trying to think of one. I’m an unabashed fan of Bill Lawrence’s work (Spin City, Scrubs, Cougar Town). Neil Goldman and Garrett Donovan went from writing & EPing on Scrubs to EPing on Dan Harmon’s Community, and I love Community too.
Scrubs, Cougar Town & Community are all single-camera without laugh tracks.
I can’t think of any Australian ensemble sitcoms with that kind of writing/feel.
Can you name any? Why don’t they happen in Australia?
Make good stuff, then make it easy for people to buy it. There’s your anti-piracy plan.
– Jonathan Coulton, definitively. (via merlin) Via kung fu grippeI’ve occasionally entertained the idea of trying my hand at acting. I’m not very good at it though, as I learned in my drama unit at college. This post pretty much ensures I’ll stick with… anything else.
Digging in the dirt
Something in me, dark and sticky
All the time it’s getting strong
No way of dealing with this feeling
Can’t go on like this too long
I’m in this weird frame of mind again. Doesn’t happen often, but it’s unnerving when it does. There’s no-one I can talk to about it; it’s the things that the church (in my experience) doesn’t even know where to begin dealing with.
And so it goes…
Missing the point…
Christian DJ writes a blog post about how taking one small low-dose anti-depressant a day has changed his life, and commenting on his Asperger’s diagnosis. How he wants Jesus to be enough, yet that pill dealt with things that prayer and ministry hadn’t.
Loads of commenters thanking DJ for his honesty and sharing their own stories (me included).
Commenter at the bottom bitches him and other commenters out because they’re all talking about how anti-depressants had improved their lives, when instead they should be praying more and meditating on the Bible and THAT WILL FIX EVERYTHING THAT AILS YOU.
#facepalm
Anonymous asked: Lets play jeopardy... Who is a whale washing dolphin?
What is this I don’t even…
Fortunately for us, our hospital’s nurses were trained to deal with infant death. They washed the baby, wrapped him in a blanket and put a little cotton cap on his head, just as they would have done if he had been born alive. They then recommended that we spend as much time with him as we wanted.
My wife held Jonathan for a long while. I hesitated to do so. At the urging of the nurses and my wife, I summoned the courage to cradle Jonathan’s body, long enough to get a good look at his face and to muse how much he looked like his brother — then say goodbye. I am glad that my love for him overcame my fear of the dead. We, like the Santorums, took a photograph of the baby — lying, as if asleep, in my wife’s arms. We have a framed copy in our bedroom. It’s beautiful.
Jonathan’s body was prepared according to Jewish law, including circumcision, and buried after a religious service. Clergy and friends gathered at our home to support us.
I regret that, unlike the Santorums, who presented the body of their child to their children, we did not show Jonathan’s body to our other son, who was six years old at the time. When I told him what had happened, his first question was, “Well, where is the baby?” I tried to explain what a morgue is, and why the baby went there. It was awkward and unsatisfactory — too abstract. In hindsight, I was not protecting my son from a difficult conversation, I was protecting myself.
– Charles Lane. Via Matt Milliner, who knows whereof he speaks. (via ayjay)We did get each of the kids to hold their sister and say goodbye. It was our 13yo that had the most problems with this, but I’m glad we pushed through (and do is he).
We have photos of Jessica too, but while they’re beautiful to us, others would find them horrible.
It’s been almost 12 months now…
Via more than 95 thesesI’ve got to get away…
Guest speaker today, but the kind of loud passionate charismatic who feels like I’m rubbing my mind against an angle grinder.
I’m sure he’s a lovely bloke, but he’s like so many preachers before him, and I just can’t deal with it.
I’m trying desperately to hold onto the scraps of my faith, he’s not helping.
Now what.
Was hoping the break would fix things.
It did not. Love my job. Love the people I work with. Rather attached to the income.
The actual thing that makes up a large part of my job?
Cannot stay focused on it. No passion for it any more.
Had a huge long conversation with a co-worker about the technical ins-and-outs of some design decisions. Was fantastic, felt really fired up. Got to the actual “now-make-the-design” part and… meh.
I don’t know what to do now…
