My theory is that, in order to keep itself balanced, the physical plane of nature provides for evolution with natural selection, and in the same way, the spiritual plane of pure thought-energy provides for evolution by a similar slow gradual process in the transformation of consciousness. What neither of these planes can deal with are surges or leaps that upset the delicate precise balance needed for change to be properly accepted. Bill Hicks upset that balance
in the spiritual plane of thought-energy. The spiritual plane requires gradual transformation. Remember those 'Travellers' in Dune
? Hicks' body, had we had the technology to sustain his life even with pancreatic cancer, would've eventually transformed into a big-worm blob with female genitalia for a nose and mouth. Or remember the uni-cellular globule that William Hurt was about to turn into in Altered States
? That would've been Hicks.
In all seriousness, is there a more interesting comic creator in history than that dude? I mean, joking aside, for a quick sideline, the dude drew Captain America
punching Hitler in the face, felt unfulfilled doing it artistically, drew all his comics for his war service in advance, and then went off to go kill a bunch of Nazis. I’m sure this is no new opinion, but Jack Kirby
is totally awesome.
Can we just stop and realize how awesome that quote is? 'I knew Bill Murray
had my back from the first moment I saw him hiding behind that rock in his cowboy hat.'
In the video above, you see shape-shifting coyote trickster god
Bill Murray walking in on a bachelor party in Charleston, dishing out some advice to everyone EXCEPT the groom... Bill Murray's job now is to pop up in random spots and make your day, and he's gotten so, so good at it. His advice is excellent, by the way. 'You know how they say funerals aren't for the dead but for the living?
Only Nicolas Cage
could make a complete outfit of a cowboy hat (which cost $950,000 and once belonged to the real Buffalo Bill), gold aviators (which cost $300,000 and once belonged to Elvis), a purple blazer (which cost $15,000 and was worn by Bette Midler in Big Business
), gold beads (which are really solid gold anal beads, cost $2,600,000 and were once up King Tut’s asshole), a gaudy ass gold ring (which cost $860,000 and once belonged to Liberace), gun holsters (which cost $1,000,000 and once belonged to Billy the Kid), a cane (which cost $160,000 and once belonged to Charlie Chaplin) and $20 fringed pants from a pimp store in Reno
...In other words, this is Nicolas Cage’s greatest look and nothing proudly says 'I’m a crazy bitch' like unironically wearing a t-shirt with your own meme
Even amongst that company, Warrior’s interviews stood out as notably insane. Asked to do an impersonation of a wrestler, most people would shout 'Next week, I’ll kick your ass!' into an imaginary camera, but his most infamous, to build up the most iconic match of his career, revolves around his daring 'Hul Ko-gan
' to hijack and crash a plane
, as a means to testing his mettle. With its strangely measured cadence
, it plays like Brando’s speech in Apocalypse Now
, and increasingly in the era where teams of writers hand WWE
performers a script before they give them the mic, it now feels like something we all dreamed.
Any random YouTube
search will tell you (Scott) Steiner
is easy pickings for comedy, but over the years I’ve grown to admire Big Poppa Pump as a performer. I think it’s because he delivers baffling promos while at the same time looking like the most horrifying man alive. That’s a winning combination to me. On top of that, you get the bonus that he appears to be a true mad man.
And that is something so sorely missing in wrestling today: a lunatic.
While he did write classic peace songs like 'Imagine' and 'Give Peace a Chance,' keep in mind that he also wrote 'I Am the Walrus,' so he did not possess the soundest of minds.
Certainly his daily cocaine intake in the 70s
would have killed a platoon of Marines. Then factor in that he subsisted on a diet of glasses of milk and the occasional raw egg while sustaining a touring and recording schedule that would cripple a normal human being and you start to wonder if The Man Who Fell to Earth
wasn't entirely fictional.
Alex Chiu is certainly among the craziest people on the Internet, and there are plenty of crazy people on the Internet (Insolitology
deemed him the second greatest Internet kook). He achieved some additional fame through being the target of a Daily Show
episode in 1999...According to himself Chiu is immortal, and may be the greatest inventor in history
and a prophet of God.
The former quality is most prominently displayed through his Immortality Rings and Gorgeouspil. The Immortality Rings are (apparently) magnets that people wear as rings, and which makes the wearers immortal since “cells heal crooked,”
and have apparently (according to Chiu) been endorsed by none other than Kevin Trudeau. He does have a patent on them, but the patent description is not entirely intelligible. One reason he has offered for why people need to invest in his rings, by the way, is that cemeteries are “gay”
, which is a truly excellent reason. Gorgeouspil, on the other hand, is substance that if eaten when wearing the Immortality Rings makes people as beautiful and perfect as Alicia Silverstone.
His other great inventions have not been commercially released, unfortunately, since there is a danger they may fall into the “wrong hands”
. Among these inventions are the Super Chi Flush (cures cancer and blindness), the ability to cast spells, and a machine that cures people from being handicapped. Future ideas include resurrecting people using magnets (lots
) and cloning, and a teleportation device. Here’s his “New Darwinism”
, his newly invented theory directed at scientists. It has thus far failed to revolutionize the discipline....He also offers financial advice and tells those interested about how the government cheated him for royalties when he solved the economic crisis.
The reason your idea is crazy is because it's not crazy enough. It's just sane enough that someone might consider it as a possibility, and you'll get caught because you were being predictable. If you, say, destroyed the world economy, thus rendering bounties null and void, and later established cat pictures
as the new world currency, that would be so far outside the realm of plausibility that [it] is has to work.
, a.k.a. 'Beat Takeshi'. Japanese film director, comedian, singer, actor, screenwriter, poet, painter — okay, what WASN'T this guy?
one-time video game designer. Yeah, y'hear that? One time
. 'Cause one time is all he needed
... The next steps are entirely made of logic: 1) quit job, 2) take money out of the office plant
, 3) learn to hang-glide, 4) all the while managing to dodge Yakuza
toughs that are trying to beat the shit out of you as you moon-jump past.
One of my favorite promos from Randy Savage
is, honestly, this fucking weird promo where he has a bottle of coffee creamer
and he's like, "DA CREAM'LL RISE TO THE TOP, OOO
-EEEAH. I'M DA CREAM OF DA COFFEE AND THE CREAM'LL RIIIIIISE TO DA TOP, OO
He's got a little cup of a coffee creamer, and outta that, he delivers a classic
promo about how he's the best, 'cause he's the champion (I think
It's one of my favorites, and here's why...I'm almost certain before they shot this interview, they went up to Macho and they said, "Ok Randy, we want you to cut a promo, talk about the match you're gonna have, talk about how you're the champion. You got
That's it, that's all they said. And Randy had nuthin'.
He had nothing prepared, he had nothing to say, and he had, really, no inspiration. "OO-NOOO. I GOT NUTHIN'. UHH...? OO-NOOO."
He's in an office, really. He's backstage at craft services. He sees a coffee machine, and next to the coffee machine, there's a buncha coffee creamers in little tubs. And he gets an idea.
If other people do not understand our behavior—so what? Their request that we must only do what they understand is an attempt to dictate to us. If this is being "asocial" or "irrational" in their eyes, so be it. Mostly they resent our freedom and our courage to be ourselves. We owe nobody an explanation or an accounting, as long as our acts do not hurt or infringe on them. How many lives have been ruined by this need to "explain," which usually implies that the explanation be "understood," i.e. approved.
—Erich Fromm, The Art of Being
Some may never live, but the crazy never die.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'
People like Brando
are just kindergarten compared to Kinski. He is totally mad and unpredictable.
There was only one sure thing I knew when starting HS
. That was that this thing would go batshit insane in ways I couldn't begin to imagine. In fact, it was practically the mission statement.
(watching footage) Crazy. Th-th-that can't be an act. That CAN'T be an act. It's either the greatest work
in the history of the business, or that man is a little nuts.