#sunset television

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what's "too much"?

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Always this. Always. 

Yeah, yeah, I know I've linked to this via other social media accounts of mine in the past, but, well, it bears re-linking. Insults —  when properly presented — truly can rise far above this everyday plain of the mundane, way past the merely profane, and ascend, Peshotanu-like, into the realm of true purity. Such as that rare form of true purity evinced within the an anguished ululations of mudchildren — aborted retorts stymied of wit or even words, suffering under the frustrations roiling within them at the limitations inherently placed upon them. Poor creatures they be indeed — for they will never be capable of defeating the tribulations placed upon them by their enemies (like this pigtail-packing little bitch of a nemesis and her temporally-distorted vermiform-infused invective), they'll never be able to ascend to Oscar Wilde-like "I could destroy you with wit alone" levels of retaliatory satisfaction*. The cause of their torture and inability to seek release from its callous soul-shackling erosion of ego are one and the same — it's cos they're just grubby little mudchildren, and they're stuck that way.

From dear old Sunset Television. A very rare instance of a clip on Youtube for which I actually left a comment. BONUS CONTENT: A small thing I wrote about Sunset TV, lo those many years ago... * To be fair, very few have ever managed to equal that level of ultra-wit. And nobody has since managed to exceed it. Stephen Fry comes close though, when he's really on a roll his withering wit is capable of cripple a person at fifty paces. Churchill was pretty adept at that shit too, but he's disqualified because his wit and seemingly off-the-cuff insults came from a personal of stockpile pre-prepared material.  And although Fry can cripple, only Wilde was possessed of the laser-like focus and intensity of intent required to obliterate his opponents to a sad little pile of cinders. Thus Wilde remains the one, the only, irrefutable Grandmaster of the bon mot. And I bow to his ghost every time I pass by the transparent walls of the soul-containment chamber I've trapped him within in my hallway, all ready to wheel out into the lounge and mic him up as an endless source of highly entertaining witticisms and repartee whenever company calls (I told him if he behaves I'll set him free after this New Year's Eve, and he actually trusts my word that I will. Hahahaaa! Poor bastard hasn't yet realised that I am the Father of Liiiies.) And this is why I host the raddest of all parties.

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This is a cat wedding by Graham Mason of Sunset Television. This is actually the first cat wedding I ever commissioned. I think I had asked for a stabbing in the background, but maybe that was just Graham's addition. The true answer is lost to the sands of time.

[pleasegoeasyonme]

TWO COPS EPISODE 6 PREMIERES TOMORROW THIS IS THE SEASON 1 FINALE!!! @ twocopsdoc.com presented by The Believer Cartoon by St. John Philby from 9/21/1981 issue of Esquire.

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TONIGHT 9:30PM @ VIDEOLOGY, An Evening with Sunset Television: TWO COPS

We’ll screen all six parts of the first season of TWO COPS, including three never-before-seen episodes, and a few surprises. You will never hate cops again. ALSO IT'S FREE. http://www.twocopsdoc.com/ presented by THE BELIEVER Event listing here: http://www.videology.info/blog/events/an-evening-with-sunset-television-free/?event_rdate=20121205213000%2C20121205230000

cartoon by St. John Philby from the December, 1981 issue of High Times.

EPISODE 4 PREMIERES ONLINE TOMORROW!

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