charlesnelsonmaybe.bsky.social
(I am actually Charles Nelson Reilly, just don’t tell anyone, ok?)
Lost in Antarctica amongst penguins and clowns.
Not Brett Somers is my assistant penguin/clown wrangler: https://bsky.app/profile/brettsometimes.bsky.social
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Same. Watching Bert Convy trying to sweat his way through keeping Scoey Mitchell and Robert Urich on track is pure gold.
And I get what you’re saying about current events. I’m actually working on a neocities site that’s pretty much just about old game shows. Have to do something to stay distracted.
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“Huck the entire bottle at my head and I’ll just absorb whatever settles in through the wounds in my skull by osmosis. I’m not paying extra for the broken glass.”
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Heck yeah. You lit a fire under my behind to remaster some of my old stuff and get it back up at some point. Much appreciated.
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Hey, this seriously slaps. You got drunk, trap, and industrial all in one beat, and I’m only halfway in. Guess I gotta dust off my app to listen without having to jump through stupid browser hoops. Really great work though, seriously.
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I had to read this a dozen times before I could convince myself it WASN’T from The Onion.
Coincidentally, that is exactly how many Kolaches I will be ordering and consuming today, while dunking them in Pho broth, all of which I can find on my nice little island near Houston. This guy can get bent.
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NO HEY SERIOUSLY SHUT UP THIS THING WAS FUCKEN HUGE
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It was a little bit of a jerk move but it’s a hill I think I could die on.
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Can verify. Lived in Memphis for years and those were always the first things to disappear any time there was a storm warning. I guess people were really determined to eat egg and toilet paper sandwiches dunked in milk in the freezing cold or something
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I wore an Arizona jeans company jacket almost the entire time. Carried around bouncy balls and my friend’s juice box straw wrappers in the pockets. Talked to almost no one. This album got me through. Things have thankfully improved. Still brings be back, though. Great record.
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<faces down Eastwood over the last crunchy tuna roll at 11:30 PM>
“…you feeling lucky, punk?”
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Ohhh, I didn’t realize it was sports related at first, I just thought it was about our horrible social issues and political problems. Hey, dunk away either way, I suppose.
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Try their “wine” sometime. It’s named after the song and tastes about as good as the song sounds.
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It certainly didn’t get them to move out of the god damned way any faster so probably yeah.
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I. DID. THIS. EXACT. THING.
Off the roof of my high school. To a crowd of about 12-15 parking lot burnouts whose mind were permanently blown.
It was an entire bread bag’s worth.
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A testament to the strength of one’s relationship, I suppose. It’s a fair cop, bc I put up with some intense road rage as a passenger. Like, “I have to roll up my window because you’re making a sailor blush somewhere” level nastiness. It’s great.
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Only if I can bring my snap bracelet and my skateboard.
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I just got to do the “you have boogers that could pass for kidney stones so far up your nostrils they might as well be in your brain” part so I hear you on that one
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I’ll give some people a break on this if it’s a little neighborhood place with tiny aisles, but I had to be firmly but politely escorted out of a store recently by my partner after having said out loud within earshot, “it must be really nice to not give a shit about other people’s time, huh?”
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Thanks for capturing every nightmare I’ve ever had all at once. Saved me a lot of time.
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“I’m sorry to keep asking, but if you’d stop putting such delicious sauces and flavorings on your nice crunchy pieces of wood and/or bamboo, I assure you we wouldn’t continue to have this problem.”
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The last time I tried to eat a vegetable I got violently removed from the hospital and almost arrested. Not my proudest moment.
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It was kinda bad because they’d been up for several hours already and I came bursting out of the bedroom talking about “I wonder if they can tell the difference between spaghetti in Cleveland and Toledo.” I spent a while apologizing after that because I was clearly in the wrong.
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Couldn’t agree more, although there are those outlier days when you wake up just basically yelling which is almost worse. I jumped up the other day mumbling one liners that would make Mitch Hedberg blush and my partner was very confused
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Don’t know you aside from your work but I’ve been a fan since the days of “Champion, The Drinker.” I hope you and Janie and all your people are making it. I live in Hurricane Alley and the constant threat of this stuff is hard to describe to other folks. Fingers crossed for you.
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So did I. Thankfully my parents contacted the police and I was retrieved before I bonded with my captors
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This is amazing. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen someone not get it quite that hard before.
Also, it’s Maybelline.
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Survey says!… “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT?” Number one answer!
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I’ll have to watch that. Check out this guy who won over 100 grand on “Press Your Luck” just from watching at home and figuring out the patterns:
youtu.be/bfOm7K8A0Pw?...
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The show has a working title. “At The Clowntains of Madness.”
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I could not be more here for this. I used to collect the freaking things and was always equally fascinated and terrified by the “food” they ostensibly depicted.
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“On tonight’s ‘Counter Space Showdown,’ it’s the blender vs the coffee maker! Will the smoothie-producing underdog upset the overwhelming caffeinated favorite? Tune in to find out!”
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I also could not decide on body horror or giant robots so I went with this which is a little bit of both.
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I try and think of what my dad would say and then write the thing that would annoy him the most in response. So far so good
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Please send me your informational pamphlet as I desperately need to know how to do this.
My grandchildren, years from now: “Papa, what is friendship?”
Me: “Well, child, there used to be this thing called Bluesky…”
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I just started calling it “piss asshole” (short for urine anus I guess) a while back and people stopped correcting me, which was cool.
They also stopped speaking to me entirely which wasn’t as cool. Things have gotten a little quiet around here
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I’m sure those two things are entirely unrelated. God, I don’t miss cloves. I’d rather suck a tailpipe through steel wool. I drink tea like it’s my job now (also in my 40s).
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I’d be astonished if there was any convention ever that could ever even attempt to approach filling that man’s proboscis to capacity. Shriners, E3, ComicCon… bring it on, I dare you.
…sorry, what the hell were we talking about? Oh, right. Ohio is jacked
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Couldn’t agree more. I went from “wow this is like if twitter didn’t suck” to “I jumped into the deep end of the pool and I’m not sure I can swim” within like a week. I’ve slowed down and learned how to manage things. New people… just take your time.