It's going to be narrated by a common tater.
It was the best dam movie I've ever seen.
Oman, Iran!
I'll see myself out.
"No sweetie, I was born with it."
I hear he had a fetish for certain "ex-positions"
Audioboo!
Duckumentary
If you’re a fan of first-person narrative.
They would just be more sluggish.
- credit: Narrator from BBC - Round Planet - Oceans
I feel like it'll be more immersive, because it really puts u into the narrative.
Recently, my brother came a-knocking upon my chamber door. At first, I ignored his knockings, as I was otherwise indisposed, but eventually I relented, arose from my recumbent pose upon my comparatively humble pallet, and went to my door, the lintel of which is obviously forsaken of and unornamented by a bust of Pallas, yet I am not Poe's somewhat well-to-do narrator, so....I digress. Let me just finally arrive at the whole point and punchline of this particular and peculiar yet picayune semi-autobiographical story: So, I flung wide open the door, but neither so suddenly nor violently as to so take my brother off his guard that said flinging door struck him full in the face, but with still such a show of force that he well knew that he had awakened to full furiousness the rather sporadically beastly person who dwelt behind it. At any rate, startled by my unoccluding of the door or not, the first thing out of his mouth was a query concerning my collection of tools, which is even humbler than my pallet. In short, he inquired of me as to whether or not I possessed a hammer, to which inquiry I replied only that I used to, and then made a brief, dumb show of gesturally looking for it. When my silly and simple search proved fruitless, I then said, upon seeing a stack of canned food that sat upon the splintered shelf in the marred and ancient armoire that formerly belonged to our deceased father, "What if you were to use this can? Or, if you like, this CANMER"? (And thus concludes my hardly lengthy nor revelatory tale. Lol)
6yo: Dad, how are comedians liars?
Me: How?
6yo: They invent fictional narratives using imaginary children to express an idea in a humorous manner! This method is based on the accepted premise that younger people are associated with comedy in a way that propagates exclusive entertainment purposes, realising the...
Me: very good. Go brush your teeth now.
Family and I went on a fancy boat tour of a local rich lake. The captain provided a running narrative over the intercom about the history of the houses, etc.
Captain: You'll notice all the piers look the same on the lake. There's no law governing that, everyone just agrees they should use the same color and materials. Some might call that "pier pressure."
Crowd: (groans)
Me: I think we need to dock him some points for that one...
Wife: (groans and pretends not to know me)
Narrator during a paranormal investigation show: he senses many spirits behind the bar
My dad: well ya, there's tons of spirits behind a bar!
They spotted people trying to sell a bike, or as the narrator says:
"peddling a stolen bicycle".
and today, we were playing a game of "Yes, Let's!" If you're unfamiliar, that's a group improv exercise where one person says "Let's do a thing!" and everybody else replies "Yes, let's!" and then proceeds to act out the scene. After acting out said scene, somebody freezes, then everybody freezes, and then someone else starts one.
In this case, it was "Let's go to a Michael Jackson tribute concert!" Now, we'd just been coached to assume distinct roles in an attempt to construct a coherent narrative, and so I, as an awkward, scrawny, blond white man, slipped effortlessly into the role of a shitty Michael Jackson impersonator. And I must have been doing something right, because the rest of the group quickly formed a scene as the audience, security, and crew, and stupidity ensued as I sucked at being Michael Jackson for all I was worth.
A few people started heckling, and then one of the audience members barged past security and mimed punching me in the head, whereupon I dramatically spun and dropped to the floor with a resounding THUD (knowing how to fall is a useful skill). The reaction was about a third laughs, a third stage-gasps, and a third just confusion. But I did get a few compliments after the exercise on my impression and my theatrics.
So I'd say that was a pretty big hit.
Narrator: "This is the Seoul National University in Korea."
Me: "Wow, they only have one?"
Girlfriend gave me a disgusted look, so I'd say I was successful.
We were watching a doco on swarms. There was a part on land crabs going to the sea for mating season.
Narrator: "But how do they get to the sea?"
Dad: "Sideways."
