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Josh Hungate
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This this a thousand times this.
The Royal Base Tenenbaums
Hope’s Mass Is Less Than That Of The Water It Displaces
The Curious Case Of Benjamin Linus
Fast Times At Devry University
Harry Potter And The Chamber Choir Of Secrets?
Unless he only had kids in that dream layer, and not in real life (assuming the entire movie is a dream).
Upvoted for “WTFuckingF??”
And I could be wrong, but I don’t think Fischer’s dad’s dead body was on his plane with him.
You think she does?
Same. My friend and I reacted to Affleck in roughly the same way as Shyamalan, i.e. “His career is DOUBLE over now.”
Indeed. I’ve had about all I can stand of the cynical stand-up comic archetype, even when it’s done well, which this was not.
SEX
Hey-O!
Logged in to upvote.
Gabe, even though you used the correct pluralization of Jason Bateman (Jasons Bateman), I read it as “Jason Batemen.” And I think that sounds cooler.
Aw, give your wife a high-five for me! Just kidding. You’re a cool guy, Mans
Oh Emily.
This attitude of yours is exactly what I’m talking about. If I want to criticize the art that you’ve posted online, I am perfectly within my rights to do so–no high horse necessary. And, for the record, I think that your poetry is trite and overwritten. But that’s just my opinion. Art is subjective! However, I think that your desire to defend your art from criticism on a humor website (made up mainly of anonymous commenters) belies an insecurity that may be undermining your creative process.
What I’m saying is, neither of our opinions matter that much, in the long run. (This is also what Gabe intoned in the original post.) And the sooner you come to terms with that, the sooner you can go on to making better, more honest art.
Also, I find it ironic that you called me plebeian when, in fact, we are both plebeians. But that’s okay! Much respect to you for pursuing your artistic goals, seriously. I wish I had the guts to live a bohemian lifestyle. Don’t misconstrue my earlier attempt at humor as a legitimate personal dig. That’s what people do online: they make fun of each other! And sometimes that can even lead to a sense of community, e.g. videogum.com.
I’m sensing that you’re basically a reasonable person. So, in the spirit of internet friendship, I’ve sent you a Facebook friend request. Accept or ignore, I don’t really care. No hard feelings comin’ from this direction. Just a gesture to prove that we monsters aren’t always, ahem, monsters.
Eh, I’m probably just directing my subconscious insecurities at the nearest defenseless target in the form of mild criticism, in hopes that I can feel better about myself. Or I think that I can actually convince her to come to terms with her own place in society in a slightly shocking but otherwise harmless way.
But mostly I just like to point out bullshit.
Don’t be such a white knight, dude.
I accidentally read that as “rape music.”
lol?
TWSS
Hi ylime. Thanks for creating a profile on here to defend your video from our scandalous comments. Hilarious! But don’t you think a better use of your time would be, I don’t know, “writing” more songs about natural disasters? Because you are clearly Good At It.
“Thank God this woman is writing songs about us! Now all 350 people who watched her video will be inspired.” – Oily birds everywhere.
But, seriously, you writing a song to get people to help with the oil spill will do exactly as much good as me writing a song to get people to help you move out of your step-mom’s attic. Which is to say, no good at all. Just so you know.
That was not a compliment.
If by “done something” you mean she’s whined to the internet, then yes, she has done something. And, as we all know, everything on the internet is subject to criticism, even if it has moral authority.
So, I think I speak for everyone when I say, “Yikes.”
Actually, I think you meant “kids.”
But don’t worry your pretty little head about it.
“New York’s hottest club is WESH.”
“Mission accomplished.” — Lady Gaga



















She and I live in the same city. I don’t know whether to be ashamed or proud.