Sealab 2021 – I’m Addicted

I found it by staying up all night and browsing through my channels. I watched an episode of this and I was instantly hooked. The trouble is the whole [adult swim] cartoon range starts at 12AM on Bravo, but sometimes it does not show Sealab 2021. So, Someone found my a link to see some of the episodes for free.

Click Here For A List Of All Episodes and Links To The Episodes Themsleves

Click Here To Watch My Fave Episode – Frozen Dinner

Click Here To Download The Theme Tune (It’s right at the bottom)

Click Here For A Wikipedia Account Of Sealab

I LOVE SEALAB 2021

It’s Gone?

Yeah, Psuedo – Democracy (Julian’s and I’s collaboration) has dissappeared. Julian did tell me the real reson why, but I forgot it. So, instead I will make a reason.

What happened was Julian was fiddling with some hmtl code and accidently deleted the whole site. Erm… so, everyone to his house for sympathy tea and biscuits.

In memory of Psuedo – Democracy

Below is the entire first page after my editing, hehe, Julian never had a clue.

Not long to wait now folks. As you can tell – ‘Expressions’ our old colaborative blog has undergone some changes since it first launched. We wanted Expressions to be a place for us (Mike and myself) to umm… “express our feelings”. Well that sure nose dived didn’t it? We never really gave the writing aspect of the blog much time, and when we did, our posts really weren’t very “expressive”. So we felt that a change was needed, and not just a new look.(Which is something I did far too often!) No – we needed a new name, a new identity, oh and a new style. And as you might have guessed, we are rebranding as “The Pseudo Democracy”. Why? Well all will be answered soon enough when the new site launches.

So is anything else changing? Well hopefully we’ll be able to devote more time to writing on the new blog. But don’t worry; we are still going to continue podcasting! We’re just entitling them: “The Pseudo Democracy Podcasts”. You didn’t think we’d deprive you all of me trying to work the audio recording software and Mike doing his french impressions now did you?

So on that note, we leave you with our latest podcast to listen to while we get the new site up and running!

Peace,

Julian (and Mike if he so wishes it)

**This is has been taking alittle longer than expected. I suppose I shall explain why here as I am the one who has done nothing toward this so far. The fact of the matter is Julian is tied up in making a film for a media project (in which he managed to rope me in again). Due to this stressful time Julian is unable to perform his duties (in the bedroom) on the site. But never fear, as soon as he stops filming, I’ll be on his ass to finish the site (not literally). I’m afraid I am not allowed to touch the site for being computer illiterate and stupid technology wise. I actually think I’m breaking the barriers I have been set by writing this. Thanks to you guys reading this now, cos it shows you actually check the site every now and then. I’m sorry, about the site, it’ll be finished soon, I promise.

Live Long And Prosper

- Mike

***This is fun. I don’t think Julian actually realise I’ve typed these messages and one day he’ll get a shock. I feel like a spy in the heart of Berlin contacting the allies secretly. Anyway, I’ve been very bored and have decided to devote time to this blog aswell as my own. Please visit my blog: www.themiget.wordpress.com (I’m desperate, not as desperate as Julian). It’s my birthday soon. The 9th December to be precise. Woo! 18 and legally able to drink. No more finding bars that believe I am 18. I’m afraid I have bad news about Julie, he has had his hair amputated and hasn’t got long to live. The site may be delayed for awhile. The doctors hope he will make a suitable recovery. The hair amputation accident happened the other day. He was walking down the street and a pigeon swooped down and stole his hair. Julian collapsed to the floor immediatly. He was like a rotten sack of meat (faintly smelling of egg). I couldn’t stop laughing at him contorting on the floor, then after awhile I realised I wasn’t laughing hard enough he was seriously injured. He uttered the words, “Call me an ambluence.” So, I did. Over and over again. I felt it was strange that he wanted to be called an ambluence, but I thought I should as it was his dying wish. Then…

Commerical:

You want to read a fun blog? Bored with shitty blogs? Visit: The Musings Of Mike (Woah, I am really selling myself, not literally).

…someone stepped on him. (I feel like I am writing a story). He looked so odd on the floor. This lanky guy, hairless and naked. It was hilarious to the point of sickening. He was naked becaouse he had just taken part in a Gay Pride March. After the march someone hunk offered to have some bum fun back at his apartment. Being gay and a virgin, Julian said yes. Unfortunatly, It didn’t go to plan. When they got to the hunk’s apartment, Julian was forced to take of all his clothes. When the hunk saw Julian naked he said, “Sorry, I didn’t realise you were a women.” “I’m not!” replied Julian. “Then where’s your…” the hunk was interrupted by a gust of wind. This gust of wind had carried Julie’s clothes out of the window. The hunk laughed and then kicked the woman out. It was a coincidence I was near by. I gave Julie a used tissue to wrap himself up.

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Questions were streaming through my mind: Where was the dirty tissue now? Is Julie gonna make it? Where is this hunk now? Did the pigeon make a nest with all that hair? Is there a Starbuck’s nearby? My train of thought was interrupted by a blue flashing light and a siren. The ambulence driver couldn’t stop laughing at the sight of Julie on the floor and his laughter was contagious. They loaded him into the back of the ambulence. They asked me to come with them, but I was in tears already, tears of joy laughter. From their I proceeded home. Chuckling to myself all the way home.

I hope you do to.

This is Mike Lewis reporting from Hounslow.

Julian Is An Old Woman?

You decide…

Wicked Beggar says:
don’t ignore it i’m serious

iam <-Mike-> says:
lol okay

Wicked Beggar says:
thank you

iam <-Mike-> says:
woman

Wicked Beggar says:
tut tut

iam <-Mike-> says:
old woman

Wicked Beggar says:
LMAO

iam <-Mike-> says:
lol

Julian – Mistakes

These occurred ages ago, but I like to wind Julian up.

Wicked Beggar says:
and you know what they say: you learn from your mistakes

iam <-Mike-> says:
except those who learn to make mistakes

Taking A Break

Read the title.

Lesson No.1

I was tidying up my room and dared to stick my hand under my bed. This is all in aid of my cousin. She is coming to stay with us soon and will be sleeping in my room. My mum then tried to force me into the room that my nan used to sleep in before she died. I feel weird even going in there, let alone sleeping in there. So, I decided I shall sleep in the study, on the uncomfortable sofa bed. Anyway, back to the story. I stuck my hand under my bed and found a sock, some pens, some papers and curious yellow book. I vaguely remember putting it there. I opened it and found a song I wrote a couple of months ago called: Lesson No.1.

Click Here To Read Lesson No.1

Did You Feel That…

…something has just gone horribly wrong.

Last To Leave

Whenever Laura and I go out anywhere we always seem to be the last to leave. From 18th birthday parties to just a social drink in a pub. I’m starting to wonder if we are one of those annoying couples that noone can get rid of. When I say couples I mean ‘friends’. Don’t want more stupid rumours about me going out with random people. I hope I’m not like them annoying people that just won’t leave. I’m already annoying enough. Oh well, people will have to get used to it. I’m not gonna stop having fun.

This is mainly for the Justin Timberlake loving Laura. Click Here

Winter’s Waiting…

…literally. It’s a new poem I wrote.

Click Here To Read Winter’s Waiting

Click Here To Read A Brief Description Of The Poem

Happy Guy Fawkes Night!

This is a only a British holiday reflecting a great time in our history. Well, not great, but an important time in our history. This be: THE GREAT GUNPOWDER PLOT.

The Story goes:

In 1605, a group of conspirators headed by Robert Catesby got to together and formed one of the most brilliant plans of it’s time. James I of England was attacking extreme Catholics and Puritans and this group were devote Catholics. They were hoping Spain would come to the aid of these Catholics, but Spain was in too much debt and fighting too many wars. Realising no help was coming, the group took matters into their own hands. They managed to rent a cellar under the House of Lords. Here, Guy Fawkes (chosen for his military background) stocked the cellar with as much gun powder as possible.

Unfortunatly one of the conspirators was worried for the number of catholics that would be attending on the day they were planning to ignite the gun powder. This one individual wrote a letter to Lord Monteagle about the whole plot. The other conspirators knew of the letter, but decided to proceed after Guy Fawkes had checked the cellar. Lord Monteagle however had the letter passed on to the secretary of state who ordered a search of the cellar. It was here that Guy Fawkes was found about to light the gun powder on the 5th November 1605.

On 31 January, Guy Fawkes and other conspirators were found guilty and were taken to the ‘Old Palace Yard’ to be *hanged, drawn and quartered. Fawkes cheated this long and painful process by jumping while being hanged. This snapped his neck killing him instantly instead of being strangled half to death. Robert Keyes, a co-conspirator tried the same trick, but the rope broke and he was tortured fully conscious.

* To be hanged, drawn, and quartered was the penalty once ordained in England for treason. It is considered by many to be the epitome of “cruel” punishment, and was reserved for the crime of treason, which was deemed more heinous than murder and other capital crimes. It was only applied to male criminals. Women found guilty of treason in England were burnt at the stake, a punishment which was abolished in 1790.

Until 1870, the full punishment for the crime was to be “hanged, drawn, and quartered” in that the convict would be:

1. Dragged on a hurdle (a wooden frame) to the place of execution. (drawn)
2. Hanged by the neck, but removed before death (hanged).
3. Disembowelled, and the genitalia and entrails burned before the victim’s eyes (often mistaken for drawing).^[1]
4. Beheaded and the body divided into four parts (quartered).

Typically, the resulting five parts (i.e., the four quarters of the body and the head) were gibbeted (put on public display) in different parts of the city, town, or, in famous cases, country, to deter would-be traitors. Gibbeting was abolished in England in 1843.

Anyway, for some reason we celebrate by burning a model of Guy Fawkes. It’s called a Guy and doesn’t always have to be Guy Fawkes. People mostly burn people they dislike, e.g. George Bush, Tony Blair, Osama Bin Laden, Anthea Turner, Vanessa Felts, etc.

Oh, and we also sing:

Remember, remember, the 5th of November

The Gunpowder Treason and plot ;

I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,

‘Twas his intent.

To blow up the King and the Parliament.

Three score barrels of powder below.

Poor old England to overthrow.

By God’s providence he was catch’d,

With a dark lantern and burning match

Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring

Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King!

Hip hip Hoorah !

Hip hip Hoorah !

A penny loaf to feed ol’Pope,

A farthing cheese to choke him.

A pint of beer to rinse it down,

A faggot of sticks to burn him.

Burn him in a tub of tar,’

Burn him like a blazing star.

Burn his body from his head,

Then we’ll say: ol’Pope is dead.

 

But I forget everything after the first verse.