Daniel R. Archila

I like to create! Also communication and spaceships!

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Feeling Better

I woke up great today. Best sleep I think I’ve ever had. And that’s after aimlessly Tik Toking in the streets of Burbank after a mic I went up to do instead of actually going on a date with a girl. I feel so inspired to do something awesome today. Perhaps some work will get done today. Or maybe not. But I’m going to feel positive listening to myself try anyway! And another thing; life isn’t that bad! Sure it takes a bit of hard work and elbow grease but if that gets me closer to my dreams, then bring it on, baby! I’m ready for the future!

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Going to be performing a segment on Peter’s mixed mic tonight! Come by and watch / perform at his show, Dirty Uncle Tuesdays! It’s gonna be a #grizzly time! #Hollywood #Comedy #Comedians #Booked #Segment #Show #DirtyUncle #Tuesdays #Funny #Hilarious #OpenMic #MixedMic #lacomedyscene #hotnews (at The Next Stage/ The Berubians)

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Last night was I N C R E D I B L E! I was honoured to host and perform the private comedy show at Michelle Van Der Water’s birthday party! Don’t call the police, but the comics that followed me straight-up M U R D E R E D!! The rambunctious C.J. Kelley, the explosive Sarah Bugden and Headliner Jamel Dotson giving a cheerful forecast of the apocalypse which is our World... H U G E thanks to each of you for being so kind to not only come as comedians but to support my vision coming alive, as my friends! . . .So relieved to have entertained the crowd, and we couldn’t’ve done it well without DJ Chase! Abe, you’re a rad man and thanks for keeping the grooves afloat! LAST NIGHT WAS FUN!!! . . . Also thanks to my civilian friends coming out and supporting us! Looking forward to the next time! #comedy #comedians #comics #losangeles #la #california #hilarious #funny #jokes #sets #bits #laugh #love #life #dj #music #thirties #standupcomedy #standup #intimate #performance #supermarket #birthday #private #friends #memories #attention #please #thanks #bye (at With Love Market and Café)

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Absolutely LOVING the variations that Megan ( @m.rakos )has done here with the Open Mic Comedy Showcase event I’ll be headlining at North Hennepin Community College, Tuesday November 21st, in #BrooklynPark #Minnesota ! Much thanks and love to her and to my good friend Mallory ( @malloryaharris / @malloryaferg )for organizing this event with the talented creatives he works with! This #thanksgiving #holiday will leave plenty to be #grateful for! #standup #standupcomedy #spokenword #poetry #govikings (at North Hennepin Community College)

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RESCHEDULE; Show's been pushed back a week, all. This is my temp poster until we find out more about what's the scoop, as far as other acts go, though I do know you can still catch Mario Mabe & Co. this Wednesday… But me and the #DromeBox Comics will be on SEPTEMBER 13TH. #FYI

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Timewarp Records in Mar Vista ; 6/6/2017 Wednesday, starting at 8 and ending around midnight. @rolandbondoc did this design of me and of many more of the HILARIOUS talent that I will be joining. #standup #comedy #dromebox #LosAngeles #😂 #laugh #entertainment #Mugzilla (at Timewarp Records)

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Timewarp Records in Mar Vista ; 6/6/2017 Wednesday, starting at 8 and ending around midnight. @rolandbondoc did this design of me and of many more of the HILARIOUS talent that I will be joining. #standup #comedy #dromebox #LosAngeles #😂 #laugh #entertainment (at Timewarp Records)

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If you know me, then you know I'm not one to bend over for advertising. But I dislike sponsored content quite a ton so in the spirit of [trying] to be integrate, I am flat out inviting anyone in LA to a stand-up showcase where I and several other comedians will be making your bellies tickle all night long! This Saturday, March 5th, 2017 for $12 at 5 PM. As long as you're over 18 you're aces for the races! It's at the Wonderful Hollywood Improv and will be worth to watch all the way through!C'MON already! Thanks for reading. (at Hollywood Improv Comedy Club)

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En defensa del usuario

Newhive by canekzapata

I’m loving this net art essay “In Defense of the User” by @canekzapata that was recently shown by the Centro de la Imagen in Mexico City <3

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This is the best Internet thing I’ve ever seen.

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Peter Drucker, the "father of management," created concepts of business that shaped our world as it is today.

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Call me “meta” but I find this to be my favorite quote from a Woody Allen film yet! This scene finds our hero of Midnight In Paris conversing with a hero of his own: Corey Stoll’s Ernest Hemingway. Never before had I heard such a straight-up declaration of someone being proud to weave words into imaginary worlds as I did the night I watched Owen Wilson bumble through Paris in the 1920s. Definitely need this. Hope you all find what I GIF’d inspirational in turn.

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FANTASTICA ..-. .- -. - .- ... - .. -.-. .- "I'm the first?!" Frankie exclaimed. I, notorious for bringing friends, confidantes and lovers, had brought her on a 90 minute hike up the old backyard from where I used to live, only for her to realise the mount we reached was previously uncharted by anybody but yours truly. She was impressed. "It's so beautiful." Of course, she was referring to the warm-colored pastel sunset that had taken place as the backdrop to the mountain range of Ventura County. To the right of us, the setting sun upon Oxnard and the beaches of Malibu. To the left? Westlake Village, the land of my birth and Richard Gere's as well as the twinkling emanating from the Greater Los Angeles area. We were out late and I didn't care. I was fired from the development team for this high-concept idea I wrote on a vomit draft of a screenplay, the old lady nextdoor got married to some fratboy tool and my dog died. He was only 15 weeks shy of breaking the life expectancy of Westies everywhere. Even the Durango sitting in the lush grass was a rental car replacement for my beautiful VW van, smoldered in a ditch laid to rest in a waseland. So when I trespassed on the Moorpark Meadows property of my first landlords, with ny girlfriend of three months, I didn't care what happenned, so long as I was with her. To be with such a soul is to never question that you can love such captivation, even in the growling grin of ravenous danger. I'll never forget what she told me as we were eaten by the incoming coyotes. "To die by you is fantastica, my boy... I love you." And so, the girl I loved too perished just in time for my tear to be neglected as the Sun clocked out for the night. (Written By Danny Archila) (at Happy Birthday)

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Todd died in a horrific boating accident. That left everyone including nine-year old Wanda shell-shocked. There was so much left to be said... To be shouted at Todd. He was never the best brother and if Shawna could, she would totally revive him just to knock him back in the grave if she could. Yes. She said "revive." I guess Mark's alchemy has been all figured out after all. "By the admittedly nimrawwdorable look on your face, I take it you accept my quest?" Shawna couldn't snap out of it faster. It doesn't matter the method, dropping Mark couldn't compete with the speed of the Sun that had dropped three hours since the ex-lovers caught a good look at each other. Still she stiffened up, determined to hide her surprise. "Third of all, never interrupt me. It's rude and frankly too horny for that type of banter." She replied, knowing his tricks all to well. "Bon Mot, yo. I was wondering where that cliffhanger went." Shawna picked up her bag, deciding to not react so readily to Mark anymore. "So where to?" "Oh no... You don't expect me to come look for them with you?" "Labor Day Weekend doesn't last forever, and I'm a dope when not travelling under Ursa Minor. So I need my Major... Dig?" "Maybe for my own piss, Miss." "Humans piss better without you anyway." Mark couldn't pass up that opportunity to hang with Shawna again... That confident vigor, her blooming wit, those star-crossed eyeballs of romantic entailment... "Well, if you insist. It's just less fun is all." "That's life. Get used to it." And off they did... Getting used to it, again. (Written By Danny Archila) (at Culver City, California)

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Snapped at that matter-of-fact, Shawna shook off his drooling tongue, spitting "Cut the bullcrap." She slithered like succotash down the hatch and unleashed her brittle toddled bottled-up buttercups: "Where is my punch card?" Shawna had at long last given up on her latest diet and so desperately desired the lingering lust of rehashing taste buds, bright and frisky for the haimish delicasy they call "milk tea boba." Last she checked, there was only one stamp left to acquire before she'd receive a squishy, cancery, drink for free, which would coincide nicely and tightly with her birthdee--I mean, birthday. "Still obsessed with 'tus encuentras bobitas,' no?" Shawna sighed as he fished through his pockets. Whether it was feasting on the remains of HIS enemies--scarcely hers--or journeying for a quick errand in the pits of HIS pal, Luke, from Hell, Mark always treated Shawna as an albatross. "Aimless yet cognizant, as always, my Dear." Said he, as his arm extended with an outwards clench of some afflatus quite mighty. SWIPE!... Peek? "Defecate a deafened orphan and give him ears when a brick shits on gold, why don't you?!" Exclaimed Shawna as she recoiled back in bewilderment, holding three shreads of the boba ticket. Two stamped, one empty. "If you must know," he announced, comparable to any Corleone "I've read you from 1,000 miles away and anticipated your desires. So now you have to search for the other shreads for the grand pr--" His Sicilian sentence was cut short as Shawna grabbed him and pulled Mark up seven feet into the air. "First of all, it only took me 21 miles to hike here to this cess pond! So don't be using your mystical bullshit because I know you inside-and-out, in ways I wish I never could." Mark sniggered, " You could say that again." That triggered a swift slap in the face. "Second of all, why should I stoop to your level and make like a gimp, searching for your excess tickets like locks to keys that will set me free? I'm not that desperate for you." Shawna continued on. "Oh, but are you desperate enough for your brother?" Her potency quivered whilst Mark cleared his throat. Her older sibling, Todd died in a horrific boating accident. (at Culver City, California)

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YOUR_MOUNT_FOUND_FOUND_TEN -.-- --- ..- .-. / -- --- ..- -. - / ..-. --- ..- -. -.. / ..-. --- ..- -. -.. / - . -. Shawna wasn't anticipating a quake. To her, this trip was a means of escape from work, family, romance, lack thereof and the struggles of maintaining composure in the face of life's ugliest buttholes. However, tracing a downtrodden path had beaten her to surprise. As the trees willowed about her incessantly at the sight of a floating mountain goat. His fur blazing... His gaze amazing! And the way the horns were poised for battle beat star-gazing any ol' day at the observatory. For Shawna was able to vicerally commence contact with the bewildering creature, in a way her tossed aside bag wouldn't possibly understand. But having footstep lead footstep crept her into a crypt of trouble, as the Mountain Goat bellowed, "Who dares approach me?!" Shawna gulped. "Uh, me." And just like that, the alturistic flashing shuddered to a halt. The sudden flash-bang? The startling thunder blasts that would've lasted for centuries on end? All of that was swapped for a sneering grin on his face as a Hollywood smile, covered with grease and all had found itself in place. "Hello, Sweetheart." Begrudgingly, Shawna stepped up to the plate as he followed her with glazed pupils. With the absolute animal--in bed, at least--perched and pleased, Shawna could hardly come to think of however salubrious her encounter could be. "Mark. It's been a while." Kneeling down to his eye-level, she avoided the obvious which his nostrils, beckoned, though she knew the accordance to be true. "Go on." With a lump the size of all the coal in that tranny Santa Claus's sleigh, she kissed the nose of her ex-boyfriend as platonically as one could. Where was her platinum knight? "And by that," he began to add, "Did you mean since the sun rise or the sun cries I endured when you broke up with me?" A harrumph slipped under her breath. "You do the math." Shawna shrugged. "You're the Accounting Major." Cackling in a crackle of candid clarity, Mark stepped aside, prompting Shawna to follow suit. "That I am. Whaddaya need anyway? I thought you were done with me, Shawnee Sea." Snapped at that matter-of-fa (at Culver City, California)

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TOUCH_OF_LONELINESS - --- ..- -.-. .... / --- ..-. / .-.. --- -. . .-.. .. -. . ... ... He stood there alone. Shower hitting him hard wouldn't surprise anybody. Lights off at wouldn't surprise anybody. Hell, even the time of night he decided to shower at was lacking any sort of awe. It was the very fact that he was doing this screaming his bloody heart out that caused policemen to bang their own racket against the door. Wavering their flashlights, waringly, the admonished his wrong yet trite-doings. "Keep it down in there!" But Zaxby couldn't take it any longer. His girlfriend, Lisa, had been dead for almost a year now, no thanks to yet another drunk driver on the streets of Culver City. Since then numerous therapy sessions and consultations had been attended. There was even a short detour towards the usage of narcotics. But that didn't help Zaxby fend off the ghost of his beloved deceased shouting remarks in his face. "Oaf! Nincompoop! Imbecile!" Finally, the man in a fetal position being rained upon with this Chinese Torture type of abuse couldn't handle it any longer. He shut off the water immediately, threw his towel upon her spectrum and clung to her. Zaxby then cried out, "Call me a fucking asshole, why don't'cha?" Seconds later, he felt a shrill trill shiver up through his spine as the bathroom tile, musky apartment complex and entirety of the Earth around him shoot down and outwards from his feet. Feeling short of breath, Zaxby didn't completely realise he was high and alone in the Stratosphere. "Because you already proved that by cheating on me!" And with that, Zaxby lamented that he wouldn't be around for his now-wife, at her time of labor. He was going to name her Lisa in honour. And this is what he got--nay--deserved. Last time he takes a shower in the dark... Literally. (Written By Danny Archila) (at Culver City, California)

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S O M E R ' S _ S U M M E R _ S E T T I N G ... --- -- . .-. .----. ... / ... ..- -- -- . .-. / ... . - - .. -. --. "'Population increasing, farmers from the New England area dealt with scarcity of crops as fast as they coul with impending climate change definitely causing a blow... In...' Jesus." Somer almost nodded into a slumber as he flipped another page of the history textbook, each page heavier than the last. "When is this damn chapter going to finish?" He asked himself, muttering why he wasn't out on the pier with Marissa. The boy and the pixie euro-manic girl started dating a little over two weeks ago; already, Somer was feeling nostagic. One could say he was a dabster on this dame. Marissa Olberchov had an affinity for cheesy horror movies and indie music, preferably Kimya Dawson. Her jet-black bob was the lucida in Somer's night sky. Spearheading the phalanx of debate team had often garnered them titles of champions at various eutaxies on gender-equality and gun control akin to minimalist superstitions. But needless to mention, her corybantic joyfulness never landed her in detention. Let alone wither as pulverulently as Somer's textbook. Yes, he had experienced a grand Summer vacation with Marissa as a girlfriend and an even longer existence as her best friend... But what ado about school? This was his senior year; if he let his grades slip any moreso, he would just become one of the homeless vagarious, consistently roaming about Santa Monica. And certainly a penniless Somer wouldn't dawn upon Marissa as anything but an abeyance on their relationship. No... No, there's no time to spinebash! "I must study!" Somer gulped as he affirmed his worth's while in a can of Red Bull. The Sun, and the Summer, set without a flinching gaze on Somer's part as the window's shadows grew tired of waiting for the whigmaleerie of reckless abandon. Somer lucubrated, not for his but for her own sake. For her-story. Continuing on, "'New England Farmers continued treading on a global wild card, in spite of what distant fires caught in their way.'" (Written By Danny Archila) (at Santa Monica, California)