So say the Starks of Winterfell.
So say the Starks of Winterfell.
Acoustic demo for a super short dumb song I wrote about knowing the difference between sweet and creepy.
Comedian Dustin Meadows hosts a weekly show wherein he watches his favorite movies with other comedians who’ve never seen the film before. Dustin takes Travis Hoewischer and Tom Plute through Francis Ford Coppola’s 1972 film, discussing the great time that the foley artist was clearly having, one of the best murder sequences ever shot and how much Italian people really really hate cameras. *Artwork by Brandon Schneider
New episode, check this out!
Comedian Dustin Meadows hosts a weekly show wherein he watches his favorite movies with other comedians who’ve never seen the film before. Dustin, Danny Stratton and Tim Myers bring the Cornetto trilogy to a rousing conclusion as they wrap up with the final installment, The World’s End. Dustin talks about his love of The Stepford Wives as Danny and Tim offer some solid insights but more often than not a bunch of Mr. Freeze puns as they discuss the last film and the trilogy as a whole. *Artwork by Brandon Schneider
Part Three of our Cornetto Trilogy run where we wrap-up and hit all three in the context of the whole shebang!
Comedian Dustin Meadows hosts a weekly show wherein he watches his favorite movies with other comedians who’ve never seen the film before. Dustin, Danny Stratton and Tim Myers dive into Hot Fuzz, the second installment in Edgar Wright’s Cornetto Trilogy. Danny once again becomes fixated on bird casting and Dustin talks at length about his love of the idyllic town with a dark secret trope. *Artwork by Brandon Schneider
Part two of the Cornetto trilogy run on HHYNST?, check it out!
I got the chance to sit down with my good friend and fellow comic Dustin Meadows and talk about the movie Aliens—which I had sadly never seen before—on his awesome podcast “How Have You Not Seen This?" We get into some good action movie discussion while rapping about this Sci-Fi/Action classic.
Thank you for applying for the position of Admission Data Entry Clerk. Your interest in becoming a part of the Columbus College of Art & Design community is sincerely appreciated; however, we are pursuing other candidates whose background and experience more closely matches our particular needs. We will keep your resume on file for possible future consideration.
We wish you well in your search for the position that best utilizes your talents.
The above is a form letter rejection email I received yesterday afternoon for a position doing data entry at a college. This is an entry level position. I have significiant data entry experience. I recently worked on data entry at ANOTHER GODDAMN COLLEGE.
But I’m not even qualified enough to get an interview. I’m not even qualified enough for the person to take two seconds to write my name into their goddamn form letter. Take a look again and you’ll see that this email starts with the words “DEAR CANDIDATE.” So in addition to the embarrassment of not being worth an interview, I’m not worth more than someone clicking send on a form rejection email that they keep in their drafts folder. There are few things more dehumanizing than hunting for a job because at least for me, it’s meant a lot of this. It’s meant a lot of anxiety. It’s meant a lot of me projecting and snapping at my friends over stupid things that aren’t even remotely their fault. I haven’t felt particularly funny since getting laid off over a month ago because instead of being able to focus on writing I just keep having meltdowns at every other mic I go to. I’m financially and creatively exhausted and it’s the worst fucking feeling in the world.
And that’s something that the person on the other end of this email doesn’t seem to realize, because if they did, they’d know that the last fucking thing in the world that I want is to be referred to as “CANDIDATE” as if I’m not a fucking human being with fears and anxieties and dreams and goals. If I ever kill myself, I’m sure that’s how I’d sign the fucking suicide note.
Harold Ramis died. I feel shitty and exploitative writing something about it before the guy’s even in the ground. I didn’t know the guy, so it’s by no means a personal story. I also hate the idea of this being a “X died, look at me as I make it all about me” piece.
Harold Ramis was one of the biggest influences in my early life. He wrote Ghostbusters, my favorite movie of all time and the thing that got me interested in the supernatural and strange, but more importantly, it was my earliest introduction into comedy. It stuck with me over the years and has been a huge part of my life ever since I first saw it as a kid. I watch that movie every year. I’ve seen it in theaters. I fashioned a pretty solid Ghostbusters jumpsuit of my own that I wear on no less than four or five occasions every year. When I try to write screenplays, Ghostbusters is the bar that I measure my comedy writing acumen against. And that’s not even factoring in the other great scripts and films that Ramis turned out over his career.
But Ghostbusters is the one that stuck. I quote the damn thing on a daily basis and I’m sure it’s often to the extreme annoyance of everyone around me. When I was first introduced to Peter Venkman, Ray Stanz, Egon Spengler and Winston Zeddemore as a child, I was hooked. It took me until college to realize that being funny might be an option for what I wanted to do with my life and Ghostbusters is why I decided comedy was a good idea. That’s why I’ve devoted the last six years of my life to pursuing that stupid dream.
Harold Ramis wrote, directed and played some amazing roles over the course of his career, some would even argue that Ghostbusters wasn’t even his best. Animal House, Stripes, Caddyshack, Groundhog Day, all great comedic films. But to me he was and always will be Egon Spengler, and even though he doesn’t know it, he was part of something that meant the world to me and was largely instrumental in shaping the path I took. And I’ll always be grateful for that influence.
Comedian Dustin Meadows hosts a weekly show wherein he watches his favorite movies with other comedians who’ve never seen the film before. Dustin is joined by guest host Danny Stratton as they take Tim Myers through a special three-part series tackling Edgar Wright’s Cornetto (or Blood & Ice Cream if you’re nasty) Trilogy. We take a look at Shaun Of The Dead, mining it for deep themes of disenfranchisement, arrested development and how Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now” would never be the same again for any of us. *Artwork by Brandon Schneider
Part one of a three-parter! We talk about the consistency of Prince’s musical output, masterful editing and why Shaun Of The Dead stands apart from so many uninspired zombie flicks.
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