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Battleversary (2021) [6 min] by Adrian Hansen | #Canada

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJohofrxyu8

#3D #3DAnimation #AnimatedShort #AnimatedShortOfTheDay #Animation #Slapstick #Battle #VideoGame #Funny #Fantasy #MaxTheMuttCollege #MTMCollege

Battleversary (2021) [6 min] by Adrian Hansen | #Canada

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJohofrxyu8

#3D #3DAnimation #AnimatedShort #AnimatedShortOfTheDay #Animation #Slapstick #Battle #VideoGame #Funny #Fantasy #MaxTheMuttCollege #MTMCollege

Indeed, physical comedy is timeless.

#meme #memes #shitpost #shitposting #psa #laugh #slapstick #comedy #buffoonery #lol #lmao #haha #funny

Indeed, physical comedy is timeless.

#meme #memes #shitpost #shitposting #psa #laugh #slapstick #comedy #buffoonery #lol #lmao #haha #funny

Indeed, physical comedy is timeless.

#meme #memes #shitpost #shitposting #psa #laugh #slapstick #comedy #buffoonery #lol #lmao #haha #funny

Indeed, physical comedy is timeless.

#meme #memes #shitpost #shitposting #psa #laugh #slapstick #comedy #buffoonery #lol #lmao #haha #funny

Slapstick-Tor besiegelt Pleite von Turu 80 Düsseldorf beim Spitzenreiter Solingen-Wald.

Erst hatten sie kein Glück, und dann kam auch noch Pech hinzu. So in etwa lässt sich das…
#Duesseldorf #Deutschland #Deutsch #DE #Schlagzeilen #Headlines #Nachrichten #News #Europe #Europa #EU #Düsseldorf #["Wald" #0:1 #FranciscoCarrasco #Germany #Ligaprimus #Niederlage #Nordrhein-Westfalen #Pleite #Slapstick #Solingen #Tabellenführer #Turu
https://www.europesays.com/de/871212/

Astérix & Obélix: Mission Potager (Mission Veggie Garden) (2025) [4 min] by Piano, Julien Daubas and Fabien Limousin | #France

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdULXFOWxlo

#2D #2DAnimation #AnimatedShort #AnimatedShortOfTheDay #Animation #Asterix #Garden #WildBoar #Goose #Slapstick #Xilam #Comedy

“Mr. Hackett turned the corner and saw, in the failing light, at some distance, his seat”*…

Michael Wolf is an award-winning and widely-exhibited photographer famous for his documentation of big city architecture and life around the world, but especially in Hong Kong… Consider this series…

Much more at “Informal Seating Arrangements in Hong Kong” and more of Wolf’s other wonderful work on his site.

* Samuel Beckett, Watt

###

As we grab a chair, we might keep our focus on Hong Kong: it was on this date in 1978 that Snake in Eagle’s Shadow was released. A  Hong Kong martial arts action comedy film, it was the debut of director  Yuen Woo-ping, and the breakthrough outing for its stars,  Jackie Chan, Hwang Jang-lee, and (Yuen Woo-ping’s real life father) Yuen Siu-tien.

The film is the story of Chien Fu (Jackie Chan), an orphan who is bullied at a kung fu school, but meets an old beggar, Pai Cheng-tien (Yuen Siu-tien), who becomes his sifu (teacher) and trains him in Snake Kung Fu. The film established Chan’s slapstick kung fu comedy style– which he further developed with Drunken Master, also directed by Yuen Woo-ping, released in the same year, and also starring Jackie Chan, Hwang Jang-lee and Yuen Siu-tien. Snake in Eagle’s Shadow (and Drunken Master) established the basic plot structure used in many, many martial arts films internationally since then.

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“Mr. Hackett turned the corner and saw, in the failing light, at some distance, his seat”*…

Michael Wolf is an award-winning and widely-exhibited photographer famous for his documentation of big city architecture and life around the world, but especially in Hong Kong… Consider this series…

Much more at “Informal Seating Arrangements in Hong Kong” and more of Wolf’s other wonderful work on his site.

* Samuel Beckett, Watt

###

As we grab a chair, we might keep our focus on Hong Kong: it was on this date in 1978 that Snake in Eagle’s Shadow was released. A  Hong Kong martial arts action comedy film, it was the debut of director  Yuen Woo-ping, and the breakthrough outing for its stars,  Jackie Chan, Hwang Jang-lee, and (Yuen Woo-ping’s real life father) Yuen Siu-tien.

The film is the story of Chien Fu (Jackie Chan), an orphan who is bullied at a kung fu school, but meets an old beggar, Pai Cheng-tien (Yuen Siu-tien), who becomes his sifu (teacher) and trains him in Snake Kung Fu. The film established Chan’s slapstick kung fu comedy style– which he further developed with Drunken Master, also directed by Yuen Woo-ping, released in the same year, and also starring Jackie Chan, Hwang Jang-lee and Yuen Siu-tien. Snake in Eagle’s Shadow (and Drunken Master) established the basic plot structure used in many, many martial arts films internationally since then.

source

“Mr. Hackett turned the corner and saw, in the failing light, at some distance, his seat”*…

Michael Wolf is an award-winning and widely-exhibited photographer famous for his documentation of big city architecture and life around the world, but especially in Hong Kong… Consider this series…

Much more at “Informal Seating Arrangements in Hong Kong” and more of Wolf’s other wonderful work on his site.

* Samuel Beckett, Watt

###

As we grab a chair, we might keep our focus on Hong Kong: it was on this date in 1978 that Snake in Eagle’s Shadow was released. A  Hong Kong martial arts action comedy film, it was the debut of director  Yuen Woo-ping, and the breakthrough outing for its stars,  Jackie Chan, Hwang Jang-lee, and (Yuen Woo-ping’s real life father) Yuen Siu-tien.

The film is the story of Chien Fu (Jackie Chan), an orphan who is bullied at a kung fu school, but meets an old beggar, Pai Cheng-tien (Yuen Siu-tien), who becomes his sifu (teacher) and trains him in Snake Kung Fu. The film established Chan’s slapstick kung fu comedy style– which he further developed with Drunken Master, also directed by Yuen Woo-ping, released in the same year, and also starring Jackie Chan, Hwang Jang-lee and Yuen Siu-tien. Snake in Eagle’s Shadow (and Drunken Master) established the basic plot structure used in many, many martial arts films internationally since then.

source

“Mr. Hackett turned the corner and saw, in the failing light, at some distance, his seat”*…

Michael Wolf is an award-winning and widely-exhibited photographer famous for his documentation of big city architecture and life around the world, but especially in Hong Kong… Consider this series…

Much more at “Informal Seating Arrangements in Hong Kong” and more of Wolf’s other wonderful work on his site.

* Samuel Beckett, Watt

###

As we grab a chair, we might keep our focus on Hong Kong: it was on this date in 1978 that Snake in Eagle’s Shadow was released. A  Hong Kong martial arts action comedy film, it was the debut of director  Yuen Woo-ping, and the breakthrough outing for its stars,  Jackie Chan, Hwang Jang-lee, and (Yuen Woo-ping’s real life father) Yuen Siu-tien.

The film is the story of Chien Fu (Jackie Chan), an orphan who is bullied at a kung fu school, but meets an old beggar, Pai Cheng-tien (Yuen Siu-tien), who becomes his sifu (teacher) and trains him in Snake Kung Fu. The film established Chan’s slapstick kung fu comedy style– which he further developed with Drunken Master, also directed by Yuen Woo-ping, released in the same year, and also starring Jackie Chan, Hwang Jang-lee and Yuen Siu-tien. Snake in Eagle’s Shadow (and Drunken Master) established the basic plot structure used in many, many martial arts films internationally since then.

source

“Mr. Hackett turned the corner and saw, in the failing light, at some distance, his seat”*…

Michael Wolf is an award-winning and widely-exhibited photographer famous for his documentation of big city architecture and life around the world, but especially in Hong Kong… Consider this series…

Much more at “Informal Seating Arrangements in Hong Kong” and more of Wolf’s other wonderful work on his site.

* Samuel Beckett, Watt

###

As we grab a chair, we might keep our focus on Hong Kong: it was on this date in 1978 that Snake in Eagle’s Shadow was released. A  Hong Kong martial arts action comedy film, it was the debut of director  Yuen Woo-ping, and the breakthrough outing for its stars,  Jackie Chan, Hwang Jang-lee, and (Yuen Woo-ping’s real life father) Yuen Siu-tien.

The film is the story of Chien Fu (Jackie Chan), an orphan who is bullied at a kung fu school, but meets an old beggar, Pai Cheng-tien (Yuen Siu-tien), who becomes his sifu (teacher) and trains him in Snake Kung Fu. The film established Chan’s slapstick kung fu comedy style– which he further developed with Drunken Master, also directed by Yuen Woo-ping, released in the same year, and also starring Jackie Chan, Hwang Jang-lee and Yuen Siu-tien. Snake in Eagle’s Shadow (and Drunken Master) established the basic plot structure used in many, many martial arts films internationally since then.

source

Pure Chaplin mischief! Watch "The Fatal Mallet" (1914) — a perfect bit of silent slapstick where the Tramp, a sneaky suitor (Mack Sennett!), bricks and a mallet turn romance into chaos. Short, hilarious, vintage film gold for comedy and film-history fans! #CharlieChaplin #SilentFilm #Slapstick #ClassicCinema #FilmHistory #Comedy #VintageFilm #English
https://peertube.automat.click/videos/watch/55b3f982-b8ab-465a-9f29-560c50568064

Hors piste (2018) [6 min] by Louis Cavalier, Camille Jalabert, Oscar Malet and Léo Brunel | #France

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIKEdG4mZxI

#3D #3DAnimation #AnimatedShort #AnimatedShortOfTheDay #Animation #Skiing #Snow #Mountain #Rescue #ÉcoleDesNouvellesImages #Slapstick #Comedy

'How the Grinch Stole Christmas' Gets a Brilliant 4K Steelbook for 25th Anniversary collider.com/jim-carrey-h... #4K #4KUHD #4KBluray #bluray #PhysicalMedia #BlurayCollector #NewRelease #ad #Preorder #steelbook #Christmas #holiday #comedy #family #slapstick #fantasy

'How the Grinch Stole Christma...

Hit the Little Man (2025) [7 min] by Chan Qian Qin and Lee Wen | #Malaysia

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBKJWMLnd3o

#3D #3DAnimation #AnimatedShort #AnimatedShortOfTheDay #Animation #Family #Relationships #Slapstick #TheOneAcademy #Talisman #Magic

The Peter Sellers Pink Panther collection sneaks on over to 4K Blu-ray from Kino Lorber www.joblo.com/pink-panther... #4K #4KUHD #4KBluray #bluray #PhysicalMedia #BlurayCollector #NewRelease #KinoLorber #comedy #farce #slapstick

The Peter Sellers Pink Panther...

Marx Brothers, "Duck Soup" Clips. Colorized. #comedy #Funny #slapstick #humour #humor #MarxBrothers #Groucho #Harpo #China #mentalhealth
@humor
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@[email protected]
@comedy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUJcFdQaXdU

The Freedom Avenue basement mural/collage I maintained for thirty years included Jerry Lewis and Madeline Kahn in Kurt Vonnegut's "Slapstick of a Different Kind," a truly psychotronic movie. #psychotronia #movie #movies #jerrylewis #madelinekahn #kurtvonnegut #slapstick

Singer | funny puppet comedy | Erica Crooks #funny #comedy #shorts

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/XKKNt_oD_3Q

And for more hilarious creative entertainment from Erica Crooks,
check out : https://linktr.ee/officialericcrooks ( websites, social media, Patreon, store )

Also if you enjoyed this, make sure to like - follow - subscribe - notification bell - etc.

#puppetry #ericacrooks #humor #comedyvideos #reels #viral #trending #slapstick #funnyvideos #cartoonviolence #funnyvideo #comedyvideo

Welp, we just watched "Hundreds of Beavers".

What a ride. And it has some of the most extraordinary shout outs to classic cinema. It also pulls of some of the most creative comic timing I've seen in a very long time.

It absolutely deserves all the accolades it has been getting.

#movies #comedy #slapstick #HundredsOfBeavers

What is the most slapstick thing that has ever happened to you?

#CriticalQuestions #Quiz #PubQuiz #Slapstick #Comedy #StayHome #StaySafe #StayHomeStaySafe

https://youtu.be/ruvxeUTUXzw

@bazkie Ok, just for you, (and so that I don't forget it)...

First, I was somehow invited to a banquet at some fancy hotel somewhere.

The banquet hall was a large ballroom type place, with a stage. Kind of art-deco, lots of curves, all white. Tall ceiling.

The tables were long and rectangular, with white tablecloths and flower centerpieces and so forth. Attire was formal, some men in tuxedos. Women in ball gowns.

I had gotten my food and was headed to my assigned table. I sat down in my place, which happened to be the "head" of that particular table.

To my left and right were two attractive young women. Both brunettes, I believe.

But as I'm happily married, and figured I didn't have anything in common with them anyway, I minded my own business as usual, and began eating while they had their discussion in front of me.

The woman on the left was explaining her comic book collection to the other. This intrigued me, because I'm a nerd. So then I began paying attention.

All of a sudden, a bookcase with her entire collection appeared to my left, and she pulled out her "prized" possession... a first edition X-Men #1, signed by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby.

She pulled it out gently with careful fingers, showed it to us with both hands, while looking suspiciously around the room, and then gingerly put it back onto the shelf.

I had a vague idea in my head of it being worth something around $150,000,000. (In reality, it's only worth around $15,000).

In any case, we begin talking about comic book collecting. The conversation continues and I tell them about my wife and family and my comic book collection, etc. It's a nice little conversation. Pleasant. Friendly.

I mention off-hand, that it seems to me that it's rare that young attractive women are interested in vintage comic book collecting.

--Record-scratch--- Everything stops.

All of a sudden, at the next table over, Dana White, of the UFC, stands up and glares at me. Taken aback, I say, "What's up, Dana? What's the problem?"

Dana White, of the UFC, proceeds to stalk over to me in his tuxedo, completely fired up, angry as a bull, and begins lecturing me about how sexist I am and how women are allowed to collect comic books, and that it's not rare, and that I should be ashamed of myself for even suggesting that it's out of the ordinary. He starts screaming that I was a sexist pig. He really wanted to hit me, but his thugs pulled him back.

The two women attempt to defend me, telling Dana that there is no reason to get upset, and that they agreed with me, and that he's out of line and out of control and should go sit back down.

Everyone's cooler heads prevail, and they go back to their table, Dana still glaring at me the whole time, and we all sit back down.

At that point, I notice that my silver metal spy briefcase is sitting on the table in front of me. And I realize that I had better protect that case, otherwise Dana's thugs might take it and get what's inside.

What's inside the briefcase, you ask? Poker chips. Just a generic set of nice poker chips so that I could play poker with the guys later that week. I was just carrying it around with me, for safe keeping. Because they're special, nice poker chips. Of course.

At that point, I realized that I was late for the Mountain Bike race. (You know, as banquets often precede mountain bike races.)

So I jump up to leave. The briefcase is still on the table, and another man at the table says he'll watch it for me, but that it's risky because Dana's thugs are still mad at me. But he'll do his best.

Flash forward and I'm in the middle of a cross-country MTB race. I'm barrelling down a course with small hills and lots of blind turns. Essentially singletrack, but flanked on each side by tall, green opaque fencing. So it's a bit like riding through a hedge maze.

Nobody can pass anyone. I remember thinking that this was a stupid layout for a race, because it's too tight and nobody can overtake. It's just impossible. So I settle in and just continue the race at a normal pace, and just try to enjoy it for the nice bike ride that it is. Riders behind me are furious.

I get to the finish line and then ride straight back over to the banquet hall, ditching my bike on the floor as I run to the table to make sure my briefcase is still there.

It's not there.

I walk over and question Dana White's thugs. Dana is nowhere to be found.

This leads to shouting, and the shouting leads to a fistfight. A classic barroom-brawl style fistfight. Real Cowboy stuff. Like, dudes swinging, and ducking and letting the other dude behind them receive the punch to the face. People being thrown over tables, hitting each other with chairs that instantly break apart, etc.

I nope right out of there and high-tail it to my car. I open the hatchback and there, miraculously, is my briefcase. I don't know why or how, but I'm relieved and thankful.

I close the hatch, hop in the driver's seat, and peel out of the parking lot.

The end.

Weird, right?

#ufc #mtb #mountainbiking #dreams #comics #comicbooks #x-men #xmen #stanlee #jackkirby #sexism #weird #poker #pokerchips #spy #spythriller #spies #spybriefcase #cowboy #cowboys #fisfights #fight #fighting #brawl #hatchback #slapstick #cycling #bikes

@bazkie Ok, just for you, (and so that I don't forget it)...

First, I was somehow invited to a banquet at some fancy hotel somewhere.

The banquet hall was a large ballroom type place, with a stage. Kind of art-deco, lots of curves, all white. Tall ceiling.

The tables were long and rectangular, with white tablecloths and flower centerpieces and so forth. Attire was formal, some men in tuxedos. Women in ball gowns.

I had gotten my food and was headed to my assigned table. I sat down in my place, which happened to be the "head" of that particular table.

To my left and right were two attractive young women. Both brunettes, I believe.

But as I'm happily married, and figured I didn't have anything in common with them anyway, I minded my own business as usual, and began eating while they had their discussion in front of me.

The woman on the left was explaining her comic book collection to the other. This intrigued me, because I'm a nerd. So then I began paying attention.

All of a sudden, a bookcase with her entire collection appeared to my left, and she pulled out her "prized" possession... a first edition X-Men #1, signed by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby.

She pulled it out gently with careful fingers, showed it to us with both hands, while looking suspiciously around the room, and then gingerly put it back onto the shelf.

I had a vague idea in my head of it being worth something around $150,000,000. (In reality, it's only worth around $15,000).

In any case, we begin talking about comic book collecting. The conversation continues and I tell them about my wife and family and my comic book collection, etc. It's a nice little conversation. Pleasant. Friendly.

I mention off-hand, that it seems to me that it's rare that young attractive women are interested in vintage comic book collecting.

--Record-scratch--- Everything stops.

All of a sudden, at the next table over, Dana White, of the UFC, stands up and glares at me. Taken aback, I say, "What's up, Dana? What's the problem?"

Dana White, of the UFC, proceeds to stalk over to me in his tuxedo, completely fired up, angry as a bull, and begins lecturing me about how sexist I am and how women are allowed to collect comic books, and that it's not rare, and that I should be ashamed of myself for even suggesting that it's out of the ordinary. He starts screaming that I was a sexist pig. He really wanted to hit me, but his thugs pulled him back.

The two women attempt to defend me, telling Dana that there is no reason to get upset, and that they agreed with me, and that he's out of line and out of control and should go sit back down.

Everyone's cooler heads prevail, and they go back to their table, Dana still glaring at me the whole time, and we all sit back down.

At that point, I notice that my silver metal spy briefcase is sitting on the table in front of me. And I realize that I had better protect that case, otherwise Dana's thugs might take it and get what's inside.

What's inside the briefcase, you ask? Poker chips. Just a generic set of nice poker chips so that I could play poker with the guys later that week. I was just carrying it around with me, for safe keeping. Because they're special, nice poker chips. Of course.

At that point, I realized that I was late for the Mountain Bike race. (You know, as banquets often precede mountain bike races.)

So I jump up to leave. The briefcase is still on the table, and another man at the table says he'll watch it for me, but that it's risky because Dana's thugs are still mad at me. But he'll do his best.

Flash forward and I'm in the middle of a cross-country MTB race. I'm barrelling down a course with small hills and lots of blind turns. Essentially singletrack, but flanked on each side by tall, green opaque fencing. So it's a bit like riding through a hedge maze.

Nobody can pass anyone. I remember thinking that this was a stupid layout for a race, because it's too tight and nobody can overtake. It's just impossible. So I settle in and just continue the race at a normal pace, and just try to enjoy it for the nice bike ride that it is. Riders behind me are furious.

I get to the finish line and then ride straight back over to the banquet hall, ditching my bike on the floor as I run to the table to make sure my briefcase is still there.

It's not there.

I walk over and question Dana White's thugs. Dana is nowhere to be found.

This leads to shouting, and the shouting leads to a fistfight. A classic barroom-brawl style fistfight. Real Cowboy stuff. Like, dudes swinging, and ducking and letting the other dude behind them receive the punch to the face. People being thrown over tables, hitting each other with chairs that instantly break apart, etc.

I nope right out of there and high-tail it to my car. I open the hatchback and there, miraculously, is my briefcase. I don't know why or how, but I'm relieved and thankful.

I close the hatch, hop in the driver's seat, and peel out of the parking lot.

The end.

Weird, right?

#ufc #mtb #mountainbiking #dreams #comics #comicbooks #x-men #xmen #stanlee #jackkirby #sexism #weird #poker #pokerchips #spy #spythriller #spies #spybriefcase #cowboy #cowboys #fisfights #fight #fighting #brawl #hatchback #slapstick #cycling #bikes

@bazkie Ok, just for you, (and so that I don't forget it)...

First, I was somehow invited to a banquet at some fancy hotel somewhere.

The banquet hall was a large ballroom type place, with a stage. Kind of art-deco, lots of curves, all white. Tall ceiling.

The tables were long and rectangular, with white tablecloths and flower centerpieces and so forth. Attire was formal, some men in tuxedos. Women in ball gowns.

I had gotten my food and was headed to my assigned table. I sat down in my place, which happened to be the "head" of that particular table.

To my left and right were two attractive young women. Both brunettes, I believe.

But as I'm happily married, and figured I didn't have anything in common with them anyway, I minded my own business as usual, and began eating while they had their discussion in front of me.

The woman on the left was explaining her comic book collection to the other. This intrigued me, because I'm a nerd. So then I began paying attention.

All of a sudden, a bookcase with her entire collection appeared to my left, and she pulled out her "prized" possession... a first edition X-Men #1, signed by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby.

She pulled it out gently with careful fingers, showed it to us with both hands, while looking suspiciously around the room, and then gingerly put it back onto the shelf.

I had a vague idea in my head of it being worth something around $150,000,000. (In reality, it's only worth around $15,000).

In any case, we begin talking about comic book collecting. The conversation continues and I tell them about my wife and family and my comic book collection, etc. It's a nice little conversation. Pleasant. Friendly.

I mention off-hand, that it seems to me that it's rare that young attractive women are interested in vintage comic book collecting.

--Record-scratch--- Everything stops.

All of a sudden, at the next table over, Dana White, of the UFC, stands up and glares at me. Taken aback, I say, "What's up, Dana? What's the problem?"

Dana White, of the UFC, proceeds to stalk over to me in his tuxedo, completely fired up, angry as a bull, and begins lecturing me about how sexist I am and how women are allowed to collect comic books, and that it's not rare, and that I should be ashamed of myself for even suggesting that it's out of the ordinary. He starts screaming that I was a sexist pig. He really wanted to hit me, but his thugs pulled him back.

The two women attempt to defend me, telling Dana that there is no reason to get upset, and that they agreed with me, and that he's out of line and out of control and should go sit back down.

Everyone's cooler heads prevail, and they go back to their table, Dana still glaring at me the whole time, and we all sit back down.

At that point, I notice that my silver metal spy briefcase is sitting on the table in front of me. And I realize that I had better protect that case, otherwise Dana's thugs might take it and get what's inside.

What's inside the briefcase, you ask? Poker chips. Just a generic set of nice poker chips so that I could play poker with the guys later that week. I was just carrying it around with me, for safe keeping. Because they're special, nice poker chips. Of course.

At that point, I realized that I was late for the Mountain Bike race. (You know, as banquets often precede mountain bike races.)

So I jump up to leave. The briefcase is still on the table, and another man at the table says he'll watch it for me, but that it's risky because Dana's thugs are still mad at me. But he'll do his best.

Flash forward and I'm in the middle of a cross-country MTB race. I'm barrelling down a course with small hills and lots of blind turns. Essentially singletrack, but flanked on each side by tall, green opaque fencing. So it's a bit like riding through a hedge maze.

Nobody can pass anyone. I remember thinking that this was a stupid layout for a race, because it's too tight and nobody can overtake. It's just impossible. So I settle in and just continue the race at a normal pace, and just try to enjoy it for the nice bike ride that it is. Riders behind me are furious.

I get to the finish line and then ride straight back over to the banquet hall, ditching my bike on the floor as I run to the table to make sure my briefcase is still there.

It's not there.

I walk over and question Dana White's thugs. Dana is nowhere to be found.

This leads to shouting, and the shouting leads to a fistfight. A classic barroom-brawl style fistfight. Real Cowboy stuff. Like, dudes swinging, and ducking and letting the other dude behind them receive the punch to the face. People being thrown over tables, hitting each other with chairs that instantly break apart, etc.

I nope right out of there and high-tail it to my car. I open the hatchback and there, miraculously, is my briefcase. I don't know why or how, but I'm relieved and thankful.

I close the hatch, hop in the driver's seat, and peel out of the parking lot.

The end.

Weird, right?

#ufc #mtb #mountainbiking #dreams #comics #comicbooks #x-men #xmen #stanlee #jackkirby #sexism #weird #poker #pokerchips #spy #spythriller #spies #spybriefcase #cowboy #cowboys #fisfights #fight #fighting #brawl #hatchback #slapstick #cycling #bikes

@bazkie Ok, just for you, (and so that I don't forget it)...

First, I was somehow invited to a banquet at some fancy hotel somewhere.

The banquet hall was a large ballroom type place, with a stage. Kind of art-deco, lots of curves, all white. Tall ceiling.

The tables were long and rectangular, with white tablecloths and flower centerpieces and so forth. Attire was formal, some men in tuxedos. Women in ball gowns.

I had gotten my food and was headed to my assigned table. I sat down in my place, which happened to be the "head" of that particular table.

To my left and right were two attractive young women. Both brunettes, I believe.

But as I'm happily married, and figured I didn't have anything in common with them anyway, I minded my own business as usual, and began eating while they had their discussion in front of me.

The woman on the left was explaining her comic book collection to the other. This intrigued me, because I'm a nerd. So then I began paying attention.

All of a sudden, a bookcase with her entire collection appeared to my left, and she pulled out her "prized" possession... a first edition X-Men #1, signed by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby.

She pulled it out gently with careful fingers, showed it to us with both hands, while looking suspiciously around the room, and then gingerly put it back onto the shelf.

I had a vague idea in my head of it being worth something around $150,000,000. (In reality, it's only worth around $15,000).

In any case, we begin talking about comic book collecting. The conversation continues and I tell them about my wife and family and my comic book collection, etc. It's a nice little conversation. Pleasant. Friendly.

I mention off-hand, that it seems to me that it's rare that young attractive women are interested in vintage comic book collecting.

--Record-scratch--- Everything stops.

All of a sudden, at the next table over, Dana White, of the UFC, stands up and glares at me. Taken aback, I say, "What's up, Dana? What's the problem?"

Dana White, of the UFC, proceeds to stalk over to me in his tuxedo, completely fired up, angry as a bull, and begins lecturing me about how sexist I am and how women are allowed to collect comic books, and that it's not rare, and that I should be ashamed of myself for even suggesting that it's out of the ordinary. He starts screaming that I was a sexist pig. He really wanted to hit me, but his thugs pulled him back.

The two women attempt to defend me, telling Dana that there is no reason to get upset, and that they agreed with me, and that he's out of line and out of control and should go sit back down.

Everyone's cooler heads prevail, and they go back to their table, Dana still glaring at me the whole time, and we all sit back down.

At that point, I notice that my silver metal spy briefcase is sitting on the table in front of me. And I realize that I had better protect that case, otherwise Dana's thugs might take it and get what's inside.

What's inside the briefcase, you ask? Poker chips. Just a generic set of nice poker chips so that I could play poker with the guys later that week. I was just carrying it around with me, for safe keeping. Because they're special, nice poker chips. Of course.

At that point, I realized that I was late for the Mountain Bike race. (You know, as banquets often precede mountain bike races.)

So I jump up to leave. The briefcase is still on the table, and another man at the table says he'll watch it for me, but that it's risky because Dana's thugs are still mad at me. But he'll do his best.

Flash forward and I'm in the middle of a cross-country MTB race. I'm barrelling down a course with small hills and lots of blind turns. Essentially singletrack, but flanked on each side by tall, green opaque fencing. So it's a bit like riding through a hedge maze.

Nobody can pass anyone. I remember thinking that this was a stupid layout for a race, because it's too tight and nobody can overtake. It's just impossible. So I settle in and just continue the race at a normal pace, and just try to enjoy it for the nice bike ride that it is. Riders behind me are furious.

I get to the finish line and then ride straight back over to the banquet hall, ditching my bike on the floor as I run to the table to make sure my briefcase is still there.

It's not there.

I walk over and question Dana White's thugs. Dana is nowhere to be found.

This leads to shouting, and the shouting leads to a fistfight. A classic barroom-brawl style fistfight. Real Cowboy stuff. Like, dudes swinging, and ducking and letting the other dude behind them receive the punch to the face. People being thrown over tables, hitting each other with chairs that instantly break apart, etc.

I nope right out of there and high-tail it to my car. I open the hatchback and there, miraculously, is my briefcase. I don't know why or how, but I'm relieved and thankful.

I close the hatch, hop in the driver's seat, and peel out of the parking lot.

The end.

Weird, right?

#ufc #mtb #mountainbiking #dreams #comics #comicbooks #x-men #xmen #stanlee #jackkirby #sexism #weird #poker #pokerchips #spy #spythriller #spies #spybriefcase #cowboy #cowboys #fisfights #fight #fighting #brawl #hatchback #slapstick #cycling #bikes

Skull & Narwhal (2024) [1 min] by Louie Veiga | #Canada

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOQWTybGTs0

#2D #2DAnimation #AnimatedShort #AnimatedShortOfTheDay #Animation #Pirate #Slapstick #Chasing #Monster #VFS #VancouverFilmSchool

#LooksCoolDidntPlay (#LCDP), No. 141:
"Lucky Tower Ultimate" (Slapstick Roguelike Adventure from the Creators of “The Longing”)

https://store.steampowered.com/app/1700270/Lucky_Tower_Ultimate/?curator_clanid=45124370

Follow my Steam curator for more cool games:
https://store.steampowered.com/curator/45124370/

#Games #VideoGames #PCGaming #SteamGames #Steam #Gaming #Cartoon #Slapstick #Funny #Handdrawn #Roguelike #StudioSeufz

家庭内権力抗争 (Power Conflict in the Family) (2023) [2 min] by Shota Kobayashi | #Japan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71x0UJHm91w

#2D #2DAnimation #AnimatedShort #AnimatedShortOfTheDay #Animation #Dog #Remote #TV #Slapstick #Funny #Seika #KyotoSeikaUniversity

‘Bottom drawer!’

Movie: Can You Keep It Up for a Week? (1974)
Actors: Jill Damas, Jeremy Bulloch, Neil Hallett

#bawdy #farce #british #film #pinup #1970s #movie #sexy #secretary #comical #comedy #JillDamas #JeremyBulloch #NeilHallett #funny #Slapstick

Backflip (2022) [12 min] by Nikita Diakur | #Germany

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zUJzzRu-xs

#3D #3DAnimation #AnimatedShort #AnimatedShortOfTheDay #Animation #AI #Backflip #Documentary #Experimental #Slapstick #MiyuProductions

Kit & Bean (2023) [2 min] by Marcela Valencia | #Canada

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uNCc5dayok

#2D #2DAnimation #AnimatedShort #AnimatedShortOfTheDay #Animation #Bean #Coffee #ToonBoom #Slapstick #VFS #VancouverFilmSchool

#NeilPatrickHarris #dances around #shirtless while #gettingready in his #dressingroom

He also #spoke #passionately about the #wonders of good #theatre and #slapstick #comedy

#Women #Transgender #LGBTQ #Entertainment #TheArts #Theatre #TV #Movies #Representation #Culture

https://www.queerty.com/neil-patrick-harris-dances-around-shirtless-while-getting-ready-in-his-dressing-room-20230508