ARE YOU AWARE THAT THERE'S A KINGS OF CON BIG BANG?
i am!! but i’m intimidated by the idea of not having enough time to do it, so i’m afraid i won’t be participating. i keep digging myself into holes and it’s really doin a number on me!! but i hope everyone that does it MAKES INCREDIBLE THINGS (as i’m 150% sure will be the case)
Scout I feel like you are the authority on Rob and Rich. I want so badly to watch kings of cons and will totally pay to watch them but I just can not do another streaming service like Comicon HQ (though honestly I don’t understand that site at all). Do you know if Kings of Con will be on itunes or anywhere else where I can buy/watch the show because it looks so good.
sorry i’m getting back to this so late!! as far as i know, even if you go to amazon or itunes, you’ll still need to get the subscription. however, you can do a free trial on CCHQ and binge watch in that time before you get the full subscription! more views will help fuel a second season, which sounds like it has a bright future!
sorry i don’t have a more detailed answer, but you can also try contacting the KoC twitter, or other good people to give q’s are elly and tina ♥
what’s the story behind your URL?
so this is actually my second url! my first was scoutv but it kept getting read as “scou TV” so when i was out with a group of friends on a little road trip we all came up with a group url that started with “consulting”
actual cannibal shia was really big at the time and for some reason i was the only one who thought it’d be hilarious if he lived in the woods but on the side he was a consultant for human dishes. a….consulting cannibal
i’m a comedy genius
i’m not entirely why but dammit this url has stuck with me for at least 5 years, even after everyone changed their’s
im p sure ea didnt leave e3 and got kicked out instead for being such a fuckgign buzzkill every gotdamn year like ubisoft over there doin musical numbers for 2 years in a row while ea’s all just fooball… car… lets watch an entire fuckign game being made for 2 years….. entertain me you fools
There is a chance you will show up laughing made of fortified fan blades and Ferris wheel lights true of heart and best foot forward our long-awaited love made easy, remember for sure no doubt these things:
The joy, we are a point of complete. This life, standing guard over your solitude. My eyes are monsters for most things approaching. I’m probably gonna need a hand with that. This heart. This sleeve. Neither one of them things is all that clean. But the rain, my lucky number, been doin’ her part to make things right
for the light bulbs and the bruises. Hiding holy water was not my forte this life. Forte is French for blanket fort. I have trusted my corners to revolving doors but am fluent in getting better. We are fluent in bouncing back, lifting quickly, learning fast.
Our courage is a natural habitat. Ya know we’re gonna build a body to keep the wolves out. Hold my house you humble barbarian, this door only opens for the remarkable now.
So we will both show up remarkable. Speak your piece from the I can do anything. Say it clearly. Follow through
on runways, in turbulence. There is a book living inside your chest with dilated instructions on how to make a safe landing. It was written for crash landers. Thank you. I am coming home to listen.
It is time.
Please forgive me my distractions. There’s a freckle on your lip. It is a national archive. Give it to my ear so you can see what I mean. Here hold my breath I will be right back.
There are gifts hidden beneath these lungs. Slide your hand over my mouth and I will speak them in hang glider, in hilltop, from the loyalty of a landscape, silk in a sandpaper offering plate, the jacket on a handsome man. That lip Sweet Grape, you cannibal, kiss my eyes until they see what it is that I wish to write down:
Film strips of prayer. Ribbons of a garden in stereo. Driftwood welded to the guesthouse. Ringfinger wrapped in a horseshoe nail. I will meet you by the eighth day dream in the wide open purpose of a locomotive coming to a stand still with the sea, like thumb
when the air
into suction cups opening up to breathe, like the love in my lungs took the tip of my tongue and finally taught it how to read, you five-acre ladder-backed pearl book pouring from a pileated chest of Earth. I know our story may look like octopus ink to the rest of the breath in this world (flying in under the radar holding to a pattern of worth). Come closer you guest of honor. Chickens stay off the porch
in quiet, in kindly. We are the house gift-wrapped in welcome mats. Your dinner’s on the table in thanks of that and the loaves of chocolate toast, the Book of Job and of Jet Propulsion, raincoats floating in a rocket ship, playing naked checkers in bed. It is an utterly epic arrival every time I get to see you again.
God, this is what I was talking about for like 37 years, a true story, of oceanthroat, of grace, the holy goodness glory I was praying to your face, My Man, this is what I meant and this is what I’m meant to do so sit me down inside us now and let me praise the greatest good in you by laying down my weapons including the shield, in rest, inception,
on cue, my friend, you came your name well lit, stenciled on the walls of Fremont County years before we even met in landscape, in scope and so, wing tipped, I wrote it down to the ground you walk on with the heels of my helium shoes, “Put your ear to the sky and listen my darling, everything whispers I love you.”
I am wearing a dress again today, pale blue and scoopnecked, with a hem an inch above my knees, and 2.5 inch black pumps.
So I walked down from the Admissions building where I work to the Business Office where my mother works just a bit ago, and when I exited our building there was a young black man standing nearby, disposing of his candy wrapper in a trash can. (I say young, he was easily anywhere from 19 to 26; this is a community college campus.)
We made eye contact, smiled, said hello, and then just as he was walking away, he turned around and smiled and said, “You look very nice today.”
Surprised and genuinely flattered, I smiled back and said “Thank you.”
That is a compliment, dudes of the world.
Not “nice tits”, “hey sexy”, “ay lil mama”, “how you doin”, “what’s your number”, “you got a boyfriend”, “nice legs”, or “suck my dick, bitch.”
That is harrassment.
Learn the fucking difference.
Follow this guy’s example. And understand that even that may be unwelcome or nervous-making, and you are owed jack shit for it–not a smile, a thank you, a phone number, or even an acknowledgement.
Yesterday the temperature was in the mid-80s and today it was in the mid-50s. Spring is doin’ a number on my old bones cuz I can’t tell if it’s too hot or too cold. The boy thinks it’s way too hot, so I installed the air conditioner in his bedroom last night. Apparently he likes to sleep in a room that’s set at a nearly frigid 64 degrees. Ugh. Kids.
When the boy’s nanny dropped him off at home after violin lessons this afternoon, she said to me, “Mr. Jarkalooky, your son looks more and more like you every day!” And the boy said, “But I’m not fat like dad is, though!”
And I said, I think you mean you’re not phat like I am. And the boy said, “That’s what I said!” And I said, I said phat like p-h-a-t. And the boy said, “There’s another way to spell fat?” And I said, Well, I’m the p-h, awesome kinda phat, yo. And the boy said, “You’re just jealous cuz I’m phatter than you!”
And the boy’s nanny said, “You two are like the same person.”