Steven just announced his book ("Harold") on Stefhen Colbert's show (January 2024.) He wrote it by accident. He also recorded the book and says it is great to listen to while reading music.
A lot of people are afraid of heights, not me, I'm afraid of widths. 😅. Always been a favourite comedian of mine. Makes me happy just because he exists. ❤
This morning I looked out & saw my car, which surprised me, because last night I distinctly remember putting it in the garage. Then it dawned on me - the garage had been stolen.
the “blond chinese” and the “M7 on the map” bits are dated. asians didn’t used to color their hair blond during his time, and i doubt gen-Z would even know what an M-7 coordinate on a map means.
@@darthvirgin7157The blond Chinese thing I hadn't considered but it's still a good visual, but I gen Z and I'm fairly certain most zoomers could just use context clues for your second example, it made me laugh after half a second.
HE'S COOLES COMEDIAN HE'S CAN TELL A JOKE AND NOT SMILE ABOUT IT SOME COMEDIAN'S WOULD LAUGH NOT STEVEN WRIGHT HE HAVE A STRAIGHT FACE WITH OUT A SMILE
I love Steven Wright! He's become one of my favorite comedians of all time! He's crazy! CRACKS me up! And he's completely unique,not like other comedians! Hysterical!
It's easy to see how he creates the one-liners. He pays attention to everything, every day, and jots down everything he notices that could be used. Later he works on his list of notes. A small percentage become jokes. THAT'S THE EASY PART. The hard part is: 1) the stoic, deadpan delivery 2) ignoring the audience reaction (too many comedians allow themselves to get 'caught up' in the audience reaction and it affects their delivery of their act from then on for varying amount of time) 3) knowing when to cut a joke short (if they're laughing, stop - you achieved your goal for that joke) 4) arranging the one-liners in a way that the "now for something completely different" transitions work well 5) constant travel to places where you have no friends or family, and having unpredictable income 6) remaining committed to a routine (doing 1 through 5 above, repeatedly, as a career) for YEAR after YEAR after YEAR. Being a performer is very difficult. One of the main reasons is the routine. As a creative person, you have a natural affinity for VARIETY and avoiding SAMENESS. Yet to achieve success you have to follow a consistent routine. This is why most comedians do not have long careers as live performers. The clash between "I need variety, I'm a creative person" and "I have to do the same routine constantly" gets old, leads to burnout, drug and alcohol abuse, for many performers. The EXTRA BONUS bummer is - you have to put your entire day of ups and downs aside and get total strangers laughing each time you perform. Have you had days where you look forward to going home to get away from people? How many times does it happen? Now, imagine having to force yourself to be funny on those days. Not an easy job, those comedians. . . .
"80% delivery, 20% content" You must have your numbers mixed up. This set is just all content, with little in the way of narrative connection; and little in the way of delivery, mostly monotone. A story-telling observational comic would have far less content per minute, as many of his jokes would be about long set-ups and narrative tangents. Steve Wright is just better.
Anne Hebert looking back, yes content is good for sure, but you have to admit he has a unique delivery. Guess it takes doing both well to get the laugh.
Good one liner jokes are genius! Mitch was awesome but did cuss a bit though he seemed to be able to get away with it other than it being offensive and I still have to listen to him at least once a month or so! Too bad the drugs and alcohol killed him!
Demetri martin has said hes been a massive influence. I think steven wright is brilliant but demetri martin makes me laugh harder with some of his jokes, he gets even more deeply absurd
He's not really burned out. He just doesn't live like a playboy rockstar. He made his money and now just hangs out with his comedian friends. He's not living on past glories, he's living comfortably in the moment. He is a lot like the late Mitch Hedberg (minus the drug addiction).
The head of the Foreign Language Department went outside to paint a copy of Monet's waterlilies. I asked him why, and he said he needed brush up on his French.
This dude is straight up one liners with a kinda dry delivery...but I can still dig it...clever and unique for his generation, even more so in present day...
Saw him in stand-up couple years ago, and part of his bit was miming people telling him to "shut the fuck up." So the lack of profanity/vulgarity isn't hard and fast by any means, but he definitely doesn't rely on it. That show was a lotta fun.
I first saw this guy long ago and felt then that he's somebody different -- brilliant. I never knew his name till just now. I felt then on first seeing his shtick that he would prove a brilliant screen writer and producer of sorts, only to realize that -- mirabile visu -- in addition to being a comedian, he is, in fact, an award-winning film producer also!
I texted my daughter (age 24) a Steven Wright joke and asked her if she knew who the joke was from. She had never heard of Steven Wright. Wow! Anyway, she LOVED the breakfast joke!
Don't listen to them. Steven Wright released a stand-up album in 2006, and through the 1990s was quite well-known as a writer and filmmaker. It's a myth that he "wrote himself out" of the business, and he is still viewed as one of the best comedians of all time.
Sorry it took me 11 years to get back to you. Wright was hot in 80s and 90s. He's still around ,just not as much at least it seems. He's got to be filthy rich, so why work a lot?
Wed. Oct. 14, 2020 Last night I was having beers and the neighbour across the hall knocked on the door and invited me over but I told him if he wanted to he could come by my place and have a beer on the balcony with me because I was listening to music. He did and we talked for a while. It was weird as usual I guess from my side also because I'm still bitter about everything. Yesterday at the grocery store I saw a thin blue-eyed white being and all I kept thinking about was Mrs. Rust and her saying "You say when". I don't know what to think about all that. I don't know what to think about anything these days. I was thinking about Kym and her daughter, was wondering how many other girls can understand what I've been through and how many actually have their own children. Since no-one will be honest about anything I guess I'll never really know. I think its disgusting no-one will tell me anything, but I really know that a bunch of weird beings with really twisted up eyes are all over and the world is fucked and no-one says anything. I still have a feeling they fucked my eyes up at Hakim optical with bum glasses, and since I can't get proper help I don't know if they'll ever be fixed. They tried to damage my teeth, my eyes, they've been doing disgusting things all my life. Is there anyone human enough to care, that's what freaks me out the most, no-one acting as though they care at all about anything. 2. All I know is I can't be the only woman they've done this to, so there must be someone out there who cares and understands. 3. I went to the neighbour's and bought a pack of smokes with my last five dollars. Had two sips of a nasty beer. I've been thinking about what I saw in Calgary and the mountain. The rest of Ontario except certain places are in a haze and everyone else is gathered in certain places, and I'm isolated from anyone who speaks like they used to. I get this feeling they're trying to doom me here. I know I did nothing wrong to deserve what's happening to me, and I know they're doing horrible things to me like the poisoned water I'm forced to drink here that makes me sick sometimes and my glands swell, and I know I had nothing to do with the water but the emptied the highways and swarmed me with traffic as I crossed Canada when I was made homeless. And I still can't figure out why no-one stands up for me or says they know me. There's definitely more fresh air on the mountain but also very strange and apathetic beings all around there. I'm sure the east coast is as developed as the west coast was, except B.C. for some reason. One side of the mountain was packed, the other side almost completely empty. I know I didn't have solid friends but I still find it hard to believe that no-one will stand up for me and say who I am and that they know me as being who I was for most of my life in this city. 3. I went to the neighbour's and bought a pack of smokes with my last five dollars. Had two sips of a nasty beer. I've been thinking about what I saw in Calgary and the mountain. The rest of Ontario except certain places are in a haze and everyone else is gathered in certain places, and I'm isolated from anyone who speaks like they used to. I get this feeling they're trying to doom me here. I know I did nothing wrong to deserve what's happening to me, and I know they're doing horrible things to me like the poisoned water I'm forced to drink here that makes me sick sometimes and my glands swell, and I know I had nothing to do with the water but the emptied the highways and swarmed me with traffic as I crossed Canada when I was made homeless. And I still can't figure out why no-one stands up for me or says they know me. There's definitely more fresh air on the mountain but also very strange and apathetic beings all around there. I'm sure the east coast is as developed as the west coast was, except B.C. for some reason. One side of the mountain was packed, the other side almost completely empty. I know I didn't have solid friends but I still find it hard to believe that no-one will stand up for me and say who I am and that they know me as being who I was for most of my life in this city. 5. I've been thinking and talking at myself about the music scene that surrounded me, how I was isolated and hassled from the bigger scenes until I was hanging around a small scene of mostly talentless and boring music. Considering the horrible things they're doing to me I have a feeling that most in the music scene I was around, music wasn't their first and foremost intentions. Alot of them were in universities or colleges and now I'm nothing but a toy for demented cowards. I was thinking about all their gossip about others I hardly knew when they'd come to my house, and how much they must've been gossiping about me. I was thinking about how many of them started saying their parents were sick with something and on medications. Real musicians should be original and melodic and someone must've said something about that and why they got more and more competitive. Since most music these days is unoriginal and gimmicky, I don't know how many are real musicians anymore, and maybe that's why my artwork and music was stolen also. These things are all afraid of me finding someone who truly cares about me. They're afraid of me gaining independence and freedom and they constantly harass and manipulate and test out different poisons on me. I need to get away from this situation. I need to find real people with real emotions and morals, not these sick fucks who do nothing but abuse and harass and poison. I need to find real musicians. 6. I decided to look on Facebook again to see if I could find anyone I knew and they're showing excerpts of something I've written before, but has been changed. When I looked up Matt Riley again, pictures of him fat showed up on my phone, but no pictures of him when he was thinner. When I was in Parry Sound and getting drugged and shocked I spelled his name O'Reilly. That's how evil they've been to me since my life fell apart. A picture of him with Desmond also showed up. Desmond isn't fat yet and apparently they're still buddies. But when I met Jeff, the guy that was playing with Carlos, he wasn't fat. Then one day he was. So many of them in that scene get really fat somehow. They also put false searches on my Facebook and elsewhere. Matt's face looks really mean also. It's amazing how quickly they all change but other than how they scar my face, I never do. 7. Even Tim Smith was on the fat side one year he visited us and he said it was the booze, but then he was thin again. Desmond was attacking me as I was losing everything, he's not fat. Keegan was thin then fat. Does anyone stay the same as I do? 8. The other thing I find weird is that almost all of them moved out of the city before everything went to hell. And many of them reappeared in my life before it all fell apart. Both Kym and even that guy I hadn't seen in years Martin, both showing up at the Beerstore. Why and how did they all visit me once or invite me to a show, then almost all moved away and then my life became a mess and no-one will acknowledge a damn thing that's happened to me or been done to me? When will someone tell me the truth? 9. And what about all the outrageous and weird things they were saying? You know when Mardy came to visit me and I was already divorced, if I was even legitimately married, and he was saying weird things like he was charged with harassing a chick or something and that he was sleeping with his girlfriends daughter and all that as I was sitting on the porch with him, and I was barely responding at all? What was that about really? Why was everyone starting to gossip about those I hardly knew at my place? Mike talking shit about those I hardly knew, Carlos talking about Mike and Erich and they joined a band together and are good friends. Why was I told that guy at the show downtown where I was punched in the kidneys and had my foot stomped on, why was I told the guy there was Jay, when when I look back wasn't nearly as bulbous as I remember him? Why all the dramas? Why all the lies? Why did Desmond start attacking me for no reason whatsoever and I don't know him very well at all. Why did he invite me out for dinner only to attack me? What is all their incentive for everything they did? 10. I think whatever has always been behind my phones are disgusting. I was watching videos on RUclips from Fawlty Towers clips and the episode with the O'Reilly men and I was getting drugged and then realized I couldn't think properly, and I'm sure that's how these faceless cowards cross signals in the mind. But making me an experiment and case of study for eight years without telling me is evil and against my human rights. And why do they think they have the right to do that to me? That time that I walked downtown and was outside of what I think was Ryerson and that little dark guy who was at our show at the Sports bar that closed down and was one of only five or six in the audience came outside and saw me and put his hands together and looked up and was smiling. How many of those nasty, talentless music scene things were really only teamsters of my manipulation? How demented are they and what the hell are they doing in my life in the first place? And I'm sure that was the guy who asked me for my autograph after that show on a napkin and I thought it was weird then. What were they setting me up for? And Greg and Cheryl were there and Alex Erdhardt and maybe Brian Middleton, but no-one else. What were they doing really?
Hehe indeed, this also striked me... it's probably his monotone voice and the plot of each one liner banging in in the end.... I only just discovered this guy some days ago and he is like a heroe for me already :-)))
I also love the one about his first job. He says "My first job was teaching schools of fish how to turn in the same direction at the same time" and would do the movement with his hand as he said it. Love his comedy.
@morpheusatloppers Actually, I saw him in Vegas about 3 years ago. Just as good as ever. I think he has hit the level of perennial favorite, with his own, very large following. Look at the number of views of this video alone. Don't feel sad for him. I think he's where he wants to be.
Mon. May 4, 2020 Yesterday I was in the east end, got cigarettes and beers and went to the garbage dump/park at Gerrard and V.P. I got drunk, listened to music, thought because that's all they allow me to do. It's not like I have real friends or anyone to talk to. I was thinking about Ken and Janet this morning. How I met Ken, how he introduced me to Janet, what they did to me, how no-one even confronts me. I keep thinking about all the artwork they've stolen from me and all my belongings and how no-one will tell me the truth about who did that and why. Every time I think about who I knew, who I trusted, I feel like an idiot, and this government doesn't care about anything except lies and to continue all this corruption without honesty and real justice. Every day I wish I had left this country and looked for kind people, but I didn't know what things were, how their nasty minds work. When my life fell apart and Janet offered me that painting job, all they did was ruin my work then. When I left a room I painted and came back and saw someone had walked through paint and pit footprints all over the floor, I'm not sure if that was to humiliate me and put down my work ethic as usual, or if they were insinuating something about my art. I'm so tired of things having no respect for me and being so selfish. She had the nerve to show me a picture she said was dear to her, and someone ruined all my photos, and I think it's weird that I started meeting others with names that all shared names with people or beings of my past. That's how selfish they are. Collect and treasure what they own, and shit on the feelings and nostalgia and efforts of others. She never told me the truth either. No-one has, no-one does. 2. They're being idiots on my Facebook again. They show on my phone three repeats of Saturday's posts but Sunday's doesn't appear, and those posts weren't showing on my phone yesterday. 3. I've been thinking all morning what this government won't say. They won't say people carry worms which is only harmful if eaten rare or raw. Anyone with half a mind knows that no-one should eat raw fish, so if they're trying to claim me swimming harms their fishing they're shameful liars. This government won't say that those things are spreading lies because they are rare meat eaters and have harboured hatreds against people like me without saying to my face ever. The government won't say those things purposely wormed peoples minds which was a vengeful and resentful action and the government won't say its not a virus but a bacteria they are using to kill worms. The government won't talk about the worms which people naturally carry and the engineered worms they put in people's minds which damage and even atrophy people. The government has not said that I've ever heard, that those same things damaged the waters and are blaming innocent people as a blame reversal to have an excuse to eradicate people. This government is not telling the truth.
Tues. Dec. 29, 2020 Last night I had five beers, played guitar. I feel ill this morning. My gums were bleeding yesterday. I shouldn't be forced to drink poisonous water since I didn't do anything wrong and they should've confronted me years ago. Anyway, I guess today I'm going to have to go to the east end and pay the pawn shop and that John Wells guy. The idiots woke me up again this morning the usual way, yelling and banging on doors. I remember some of my dream. Sometimes dreams can be so realistic and scary. Sometimes they can be really amazing as far as what we can experience without actually dying. I used to dream about tornados alot when I was with Alex. I had another one of those dreams. There was a guy yesterday who didn't have to wear a mask, and wasn't bothered at all when he went into the gas station. I don't think I should be forced to wear one, it's ridiculous. 2. You know these little old ladies that are losing hair and getting sick? They didn't dump in the water I'm sure so why are they getting poisoned? I didn't dump in the water, and I still find it ridiculous they don't even talk about it on the news, not that I see, but I haven't have a T.V. in years and I suspect when I do see the news it's different than what others see. Someone should talk to me honestly, I can't say that enough. 3. I went to the east end, paid John back, his wife and him gave me a tea mug. I paid the pawnshop but Presto is ripping me off again. My card stopped working yesterday and today they said because I didn't register my bus card they couldn't transfer the funds I had leftover onto my new one I was forced to purchase. I called from Main station in front of their Presto machine that had a weird camera on it or something. The first guy I talked to sounded familiar almost, then the second chick I talked to sounded almost like my welfare social worker I have now. She accused me of liking to yell at strangers and I wasn't telling, I was talking loudly. I told them its the second time I've had a problem and they force people to use them if we want to ride the TTC and that its a monopoly and their buisness is a scam. They also want me to photocopy all my bank statements and tax information and hand it to this building which is not being fair or honest to me to be approved for another year of Toronto Housing. I still don't understand how they can all get away with what they did and are still doing. 3. I've been playing video games, listening to all the yelling across the hallway. That never seems to cease. I was thinking about that drawing I want to do which I know is truth. It's going to be a bunch of apartments in the background with balconies like troughs and peoples heads sticking through cages on their balconies staring at television attachments, maybe some Kraft Dinner boxes and other cheap processed foods. In the foreground will be a bulbous thing with a top hat and a monocle with a big huge burger in his hands sitting in a chair, and across from him a lanky thing with a huge nose and a paunch with a top hat and monocle with either a chicken in his hands or eating it and in the sky above will be fangs and eyes and innards hanging from it's teeth. In my opinion that's reality and the manwich. However, I still remember Alex and one of the last times we went out together and he took me to that Sushi restaurant where that chick put fish flakes that wriggled on top of my pasta. I still say the three figures only care about meat and money and obviously some of them like their meat more raw than others. I don't think raw fish is a necessity, nor raw steak, nor three dead birds stuffed into each other and deep fried. I think all of them just want to kill life, eat, make money and keep the rest of life ignorant and stupid. They say they're coraling people to protect them, and I say it's strange to have everyone locked up in a city whilst life dies everywhere else and people's freedoms are denied and survival in nature is practically impossible now. I think that's their real motivation for everything and to get rid of dirt like me, which is why they isolate me and deny me access to real legal help and also portray me in a bad way to the public without me knowing, but I can figure it out from how they behave and what they insinuate. I believe in myself, despite their cowardly, insinuated accusations of me.
when i watch a 10 minute clip of steven wright it takes me an hour to watch it because i always have to pause after a joke and get all my laughs out during the paused moments.
Fri. June 12, 2020 This morning is chilly. I was watching some RUclips videos and certain names keep coming up that I know Alex was seeing when we were broke up for a while. The weird thing is is I do remember him telling me he was showing them pictures of me, which is weird for a guy who's dating other chicks. I don't know why he was put in my life, I'm sure it has alot to do with whatever images or music or writings I created, especially since most are stolen or damaged. I still don't believe anyone around me has any feelings, and definitely doesn't care about mine. It's unimagineable all the many ways I was lied to and used and deceived, and not one of them has any remorse or guilty conscience at all. For reasons like that is why I truly believe most around me are cruel and callous and selfish and ambitious. No-one even talks to me like I'm a living human being with emotions and justified worries that are never addressed. I still think I should look for some kind of honest representation, but considering the state of this world, or at very least this country, I doubt I'll find anyone who is truly honrst, let alone human enough to help me in an genuine way. 2. They're still trying to insinuate that they're the dirt and I know that's an absolute lie. They didn't spend their lives being harassed and bullied and outcasted, they didn't have done to their heads what my foster sister did to me, who is the same as that Dan guy I'm sure, even if he says he's not. They didn't get sterilized, they didn't get blinded to reality, they didn't have their faces carved into. I have a feeling alot of them got caught in something up north. I have a feeling some were dumping in the water, and then gasses started to get dropped to stop them, and they tried to involve me or blame me for some reason. Mostly I think the hatred all my life was because I once knew what they really are, and because I'm the real dirt. 3. Then again, I've seen similar haze elsewhere where there was no water that I saw. I guess gassing life is what always happens. But I always think about how I lived, how little I was respected and wonder if I found a big gas cloud to live in is the only way I'll find peace and quiet without prying eyes and a total disrespect of my existence. 4. The other reason that I think these morons are disrespecting my healthcare and access to real people is because they are not looking properly into my medical history. I have written several times that I had a few operations when I was young, so as I've said, I'm sure the problem of then was remedied. I think they might be using it as an excuse for what Kathy did to my mind with her line of cocaine when I was thirteen years old. Whatever the reasons they violate my human rights and access to real law and real healthcare, its illegal what they're doing to me. They know it, I know it, and they haven't even talked to me once yet. There's alot of RUclips videos making blatant jokes about rape and molestation, which are very real facts of my life that were also swept under the rug, but if that's how sick in the head they are then my sanity shouldn't ever be in question. 5. That doctor at Toronto East General Hospital that carved into my face for what I'm sure is a selfish want of an in-tact specimen of the worms I naturally carry in my skin, I wish him the same or someone he cares about if he feels at all, which obviously he does not. The bitch at Toronto General Hospital who sterilized me as a woman, I wish get the same one day. Its evil what they did to me, it's cruel how no-one even acknowledges it. I have to believe in my heart that all the cruelty that they've done to me throughout my life will come back on them, and maybe one day they'll learn that kind people like myself if treated honestly and respected would be probably been co-operative and helpful. Then again, being the snakes they are, maybe not. Every disgusting creature that harmed me and scarred my face for life is the same disgusting thing that has been abusing me all my life. 6. Here's my theory of my life, and I'm sure now that I'm about 95% correct. Along time ago people tried to defend themselves because we were considered dirt. I have a feeling people took drastic measures, like putting bombs into their kids or something. I think my mom got arrested, they messed my memory and replaced my mom. I think the Rusts took me in, operated on me, lied to me, abused me and tried several methods of 'cleansing' me, from strange vitamins to the chlorinated pool. Eventually I think she planned to just end my life and make me look like a whore with the help of her adopted animalistic kids, Kathy and Pauline. Tossed away and after that a free-for-all of abuse and torture and experiments without my consent or knowledge. Anyone who says otherwise is fucking liar and has ulterior motives. I don't believe there are many like me whatsoever. Which would explain the lack of answers and justice now, because there never was for me. 7. I do think jealousy played a huge part in their attacks upon my face, and I will never forget that either. I think they're all demented and ugly inside.
he also said the human body is 98% water. funny because my mom was taught that. i guess thats what science used to think. ah, science...always reliable.
When I was little, we had a sandbox in our backyard. My parents always insisted me and my brother and sister play in it. I never did. One day, I found out it was quicksand! Now I'm an only child!
Mon. Jan. 4, 2021 I woke up early, listened to the radio. They talk about these Co-Vid vaccines, but not once have I heard anything about the water, which for some reason I'm forced to drink even though I'm not responsible nor even was told. I've been thinking this morning about how I am different, how displayed and yet also isolated I feel, and listening to still snarky comments about this or that but not hearing many truths. Its very weird that I really felt known and sometimes even respected to whatever my existence is these days, without being told why. I find it really weird that they talk about masks and co-vid but not water nor air quality nor lack of a presence of normal government. The lack of justice and feeling that I really am different and not appreciated by what surrounds me, that I feel it's in my best interest to be around a population of people who respect laws and other's lives, even if we're not the same. There is law procedures that are required and that hasn't happened since my life fell apart and beforehand. 2. You know what it seems like they insinuate? That some faction of a foreign or American government decided to investigate the water but have no clue about the truth, and the things around me set me up because of how they were using me, but the least any government faction or representative would've done if they were legit was to speak to me directly. I know why my photos were all altered and that would be to hide what they were doing to my face for years. They reversed the blame on me as far as I can tell because of other disgusting things they were doing and they don't want me in a place where I can prove to another who I am, what I've been through. Anyway, I've been in the system for many years and I'm not supposed to be unknown by my neighbours and policemen that knew and saw me. I think everything that happened as my life was unravelling and I didn't know why, is absolutely disgusting. I believe my mom lived like prisoner most of her life and I feel I've never had the freedom I was led to believe I had. I feel like a commodity and now a scapegoat, rather than the person I always was, kind and friendly and pretty and funny. There isn't a day that goes by where i don't regret staying in this country. If no-one wants believe about the strange occurrences in my life theres not much I can do, but the better part of the last nine years of my life has been things around setting me up to look crazy, like a liar, like an addict, like something I'm not. They can make me seem that way sometimes, mess with me, but an interview with a normal investigator should've happened years ago. I haven't been told one truth, from what my so-called friends are and their involvement in what happened to me, to the corruption of the healthcare that surrounded me to the state of this country now and the losing of everything I owned practically. There seems to be more of an effort to hide the accomplishments of my life and in my opinion its about how much time they can say I wasted in my life. 3. Technically for nine years they haven't let me make music, they haven't let me be able to create art like I used to and I know they've been switching my art up and damaging what I have left. I know I don't own an original photograph and that means they set-up, designed and planned to hide any evidence of the abuse and damage to my face, since I was eighteen/ nineteen years old. 4. Today I wrote and tried to paste it on Facebook and then only one text appeared so I had to erase that and now it's disappeared from the Facebook page alrogether again so they're messing around with my phone again today also.
Mon. Feb. 10, 2020 It's another day and another day of me thinking about how fucked up my life is. All morning I've been thinking about different races, different personalities and privileges, how I've been treated all my life. I was thinking about how they engineer life, how they control life and how they presume to call themselves life. I was thinking last night about my so-called family, the things that were done to me by hospitals and doctors, how my family didn't care the way a real family would. No matter what, I know I'm right about my feelings about all of that. It was a simple conclusion I decided last night, if I was ever loved, I would've felt so, I would've been as confident and comfortable as they were. I was thinking again about their accusations of my personality when I was a child that were lies, and I believe a real person would know the truth and never blame children anyway. I think this world and the society that surrounded me are demented, but never seem that way, because birds of a flock stick together. At least one of Alex's lyrics acknowledged that normal is established by numbers rather than the quality of mind. I just happened to be outnumbered by a bunch of selfish and cruel beings who will probably never be known for what they really are. But then I had another realization. I get sad thinking they live long lives and never get the deserved karma for what they all did to me and how it wouldn't matter anyway because they live their lives until old age mostly and vacation and seem normal and upstanding throughout their lives. But I realized they get old, and one day they might be feeble and forced to rely on a scumbag like themselves and they might get the same cruel treatment and be as helpless as I was when I was a child. It probably won't matter anyway, but maybe they'll know how it feels and how it felt for me as a child, if they have feelings that are genuine at all. At some moment in everyone's life they become reliant on another. 2. Even the most powerful or the biggest giant eventually becomes feeble and becomes forced to rely upon another for help, and hopefully all who lied about me and still do, all who deny me justice and truth and answers and legitimate and genuine help will find themselves alone and scared like I am and mostly always was, and find themselves reliant on evil, loveless creatures such as themselves. It's cruel how they isolate and ruin certain peoples lives in favour of their own, but like I was bitching last night, with such redeeming and noble qualities as their own, it's no wonder the world is what it is. I dont believe many in this world know how to be genuinely kind. I hear phoniness and pretense everywhere, what I honestly never hear is a genuine and sincere person. Like I've said before, I don't use terms of endearment like 'hon' or 'sweetheart', because those are words that should only be used if you actually know a person and care and have a close relationship with them. Most use words these days loosely and cheaply. Most display emotions and kindness that are never backed by sincerity. Its easy to look kind, but to be a diamond in the rough and actually be sincere inside oneself seems impossible these days. I was, I was mostly always honest, even though all the scumbags around me say and make it seem otherwise. There's more selfish and opportunistic beings around me that did sick things to me and want to absolve themselves by blaming or demonizing me, and still do. Money and numbers doesn't make for a noble or worthy race or existence, but I don't know if there's anyone who genuinely cares anymore. I feel outnumbered and unfairly treated and unfairly obstructed from a public voice and acknowledgement, and I don't believe anyone around me has enough human emotion to be more compassionate or sincere about why I'm ostracized, why I'm ignored, why I'm lied about and why they abused me most of my life. This medical community won't even be honest and never will be. 3. For a few days now I've was thinking my examination for my intestinal tract problems, which were probably created by them anyway, and how they convinced me to have a needle and how they made me sign papers, and how I naively and stupidly trusted in a medical system that was destroying my life, and how I was young, and how they took advantage of me, and protected their own cowardly asses while I was unknowingly used and hurt. And how they still get away with it and how the radio has the cruel audacity to sing the praises of our healthcare system while blatantly and dishonestly ignoring my health issues and lying to me still, as they always have. They've done something sick to me, and they wouldn't tell me, they still don't, and to add insult to injury they did sick things to me recently, like stoppinf my period at forty three years old. They're psychopaths, they all are, and they are upheld and commissioned and supported by this demented and sick society that blames victims rather than support and help and be honest. They have no respect for my life. That last injection that they gave me before I was sent to the street, that bitch was smiling, she enjoyed it. There's something really sick and demented about all of them. But as I suspect, the first injection when I was young, they told me it contained a small amount of radioactive material that wouldn't be harmful and was to help enhance imaging in the x-rays I was going to have then. Now that I'm older, I realize there is no such thing as a harmless amount of radioactivity being injected into a person's body, but there was no one to protect me, no one to warn me, and no one to acknowledge me now or be honest. They choose to humiliate and blame victims and don't even bother to explain to me why. To this day there hasn't been an honest verbalized explanation, but I'd bet every time they're around me they make it seem like they're being honest, and they're not. When I ask direct questions they either get irate .... 4. .....and they accuse my mental stability immediately. They threaten me indirectly, they make subtle suggestions and threats on my phone and elsewhere. They are evil, selfish and cruel, but I'm not the cowards they are, so I intend to stand up for myself however I can. They don't want the public to know, they want the public to accuse and ostracized and blame and attack victims. One day I wish all of them to be exposed for the cruel deviants they are. I was upset all day yesterday, I still am. The media is designed to make liars out of victims, and I wish them all the same one day. If this government does not stand up for me and tell me the truth then I will do my best to make my story as public as I can elsewhere. They have no right to say and do what they do without allowing us the human right of an explanation and confrontation, and a legal representative. They have no right to harm people like myself, deny them access to public venues or avenues of legal help, and I know they've done this many times before, and always find ways to demonize those who were victims. They've perfected their deviant system of lies and accusing victims that are expendable throw-aways, and I know they kill people and find excuse or make excuses and reverse the blame. They are disgusting creatures that will live and die with no moral fibre or worthy traits at all, and they don't care because they have no real feelings. It's happened many times I'm sure. I deserve answers, a legal rep and compensation. Many who were around me in my life should be in prison, and instead I live like a prisoner, with no verbalized explanations as to why, in an invisible cage that seems as though I'm free, but with the vultures of traffic everywhere I go to try and silence me and to harass abd humiliate me everywhere I go. They are all evil, but one day it might happen to them, not that I believe it matters because I sincerely believe they have no human emotions.
You might not read this reply due to how old this comment is but I'm convinced he makes some if not most of them up on the spot. His powdered water joke came up after he took a sip of eater
IMO, I feel he's so comical because he taps into and highlights the absurd. At some point in life (actually repeatedly) most people feel somehow that what they are going through is truly absurd, yet it's actually happening. They would laugh if they didn't also feel that they are somehow the victims of a huge cosmic joke. Some do laugh. Some can't deal. Wright makes you laugh about it, because you see it's not just happening to you. In spite of it, you'll live. We all live with absurdity. Wright plays a character who lives in the absurdity loop, which has become his norm, but a part of him fights to say its not. It's the comic Twilight Zone.
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I like to reminisce with people I don't know.
That one always gets me.
Steven just announced his book ("Harold") on Stefhen Colbert's show (January 2024.) He wrote it by accident. He also recorded the book and says it is great to listen to while reading music.
It’s wonderful! Listening to him read it is so fun. I’ve listened twice so far.
A lot of people are afraid of heights, not me, I'm afraid of widths. 😅. Always been a favourite comedian of mine. Makes me happy just because he exists. ❤
His droll delivery of quirky one liners never gets old. And you have to be paying attention or else you’ll miss a fast ball. So funny. Thank you.
He has no expression when he is delivering his material my favorite comedian of all time
It makes me happy to see a Steven Wright video with this many views.
It's the same person who comes back every five minutes ….
This morning I looked out & saw my car, which surprised me, because last night I distinctly remember putting it in the garage. Then it dawned on me - the garage had been stolen.
I clicked on this video by mistake. now when im on youtube i like to watch this guy by accident
What's great is there's absolutely nothing dated about his material. It's over 25 years later and it's all still hilarious.
the “blond chinese” and the “M7 on the map” bits are dated.
asians didn’t used to color their hair blond during his time, and i doubt gen-Z would even know what an M-7 coordinate on a map means.
@@darthvirgin7157The blond Chinese thing I hadn't considered but it's still a good visual, but I gen Z and I'm fairly certain most zoomers could just use context clues for your second example, it made me laugh after half a second.
"I like to reminisce with people I don't know"
SURE TALK ABOUT THINGS FROM THE PAST OR FUTURE STRIKE UP A GOOD CONVERSATION LET THEM KNOW THAT ALL THE GOODTIME Y'ALL HAD
Remember that time?
...N-no, I don’t.
@@e.f.clarke2041 “perfect…so this is how it went.”
😂
I think this guy is one of the best comedians of all time.
Absolutely!
HE'S COOLES COMEDIAN HE'S CAN TELL A JOKE AND NOT SMILE ABOUT IT SOME COMEDIAN'S WOULD LAUGH NOT STEVEN WRIGHT HE HAVE A STRAIGHT FACE WITH OUT A SMILE
@SavageArfad HE THE COOLEST DUDE TO DO STAND UP COMEDY
@@majonari I CAN SIT AND LISTEN TO THIS GUY HE CAN MAKE ME LAUGH THAT'S HOW COMEDIAN WORKS THE AUDIENCE GET THE PUNCH LINE THEN LAUGH
I love Steven Wright! He's become one of my favorite comedians of all time! He's crazy! CRACKS me up! And he's completely unique,not like other comedians! Hysterical!
Brilliant! One of the best stand-up comedians, EVER!
Oh my days!! Just rediscovered this one off genuis. I know us English people get touchy about humour but he smashed the mould. Love it ❤❤
His timing and delivery is awesome. I love his sense of humor
Man with wooden legs and real feet. How does he even write these? Genius Steven.
It's easy to see how he creates the one-liners. He pays attention to everything, every day, and jots down everything he notices that could be used.
Later he works on his list of notes. A small percentage become jokes.
THAT'S THE EASY PART.
The hard part is:
1) the stoic, deadpan delivery
2) ignoring the audience reaction (too many comedians allow themselves to get 'caught up' in the audience reaction and it affects their delivery of their act from then on for varying amount of time)
3) knowing when to cut a joke short (if they're laughing, stop - you achieved your goal for that joke)
4) arranging the one-liners in a way that the "now for something completely different" transitions work well
5) constant travel to places where you have no friends or family, and having unpredictable income
6) remaining committed to a routine (doing 1 through 5 above, repeatedly, as a career) for YEAR after YEAR after YEAR.
Being a performer is very difficult. One of the main reasons is the routine. As a creative person, you have a natural affinity for VARIETY and avoiding SAMENESS.
Yet to achieve success you have to follow a consistent routine.
This is why most comedians do not have long careers as live performers. The clash between "I need variety, I'm a creative person" and "I have to do the same routine constantly" gets old, leads to burnout, drug and alcohol abuse, for many performers.
The EXTRA BONUS bummer is - you have to put your entire day of ups and downs aside and get total strangers laughing each time you perform. Have you had days where you look forward to going home to get away from people?
How many times does it happen? Now, imagine having to force yourself to be funny on those days. Not an easy job, those comedians.
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"I'm having deja vu and amnesia at the same time" hahaha that left me in tears .
Steven Wright always puts me in a good mood.
80% delivery, 20% content. It really doesn't matter, he's hilarious.
"80% delivery, 20% content" You must have your numbers mixed up. This set is just all content, with little in the way of narrative connection; and little in the way of delivery, mostly monotone. A story-telling observational comic would have far less content per minute, as many of his jokes would be about long set-ups and narrative tangents. Steve Wright is just better.
Anne Hebert looking back, yes content is good for sure, but you have to admit he has a unique delivery. Guess it takes doing both well to get the laugh.
This man is hilarious. It seems that he influenced comedians like Mitch Hedberg and Demetri Martin a lot.
Absolutely. I like Mitch, but can't stand Demetri; he seems contrived to me
And Anthony Jeselnik!
Good one liner jokes are genius! Mitch was awesome but did cuss a bit though he seemed to be able to get away with it other than it being offensive and I still have to listen to him at least once a month or so! Too bad the drugs and alcohol killed him!
I was thinking the same thing
Demetri martin has said hes been a massive influence. I think steven wright is brilliant but demetri martin makes me laugh harder with some of his jokes, he gets even more deeply absurd
He's not really burned out. He just doesn't live like a playboy rockstar. He made his money and now just hangs out with his comedian friends.
He's not living on past glories, he's living comfortably in the moment. He is a lot like the late Mitch Hedberg (minus the drug addiction).
Steven Wright is positively the best comic . Barr none! We listened to him back in the eighties and he's every bit as funny now. AJD
The head of the Foreign Language Department went outside to paint a copy of Monet's waterlilies. I asked him why, and he said he needed brush up on his French.
6:43 "I spilled spot remover on my dog. Now he's gone."
Haha...."hey is joey there?" "yes he is" "can I talk to him?" "no he cant talk right now he's only 2 months old.." "okay I'll wait" :DDD so great
This dude is straight up one liners with a kinda dry delivery...but I can still dig it...clever and unique for his generation, even more so in present day...
“Kinda dry” he says.
I think the “dry” is what makes him funny
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I wish he kept going strong all those years since the 80's. He was Hedberg before Hedberg.
Eye and ear i can see
Speed limit joke is fantastic. My favorite joke of his is working at the fire hydrant factory
I was recently in a speed reading accident.......hit a book mark!!! LOL
What a memory this guy has!
I love his presentation. Hair, clothes the way he talks. So awesome.
One of the best comedians of ALL time
This man is a genuine comedic genius
Funny, clever and intelligent without profanity!
fuck yeah...
@@tracezachdaniels4264 LOL!!
Saw him in stand-up couple years ago, and part of his bit was miming people telling him to "shut the fuck up." So the lack of profanity/vulgarity isn't hard and fast by any means, but he definitely doesn't rely on it. That show was a lotta fun.
My friend said he's scared of Santa. He's claustrophobic.
I don't understand why some people don't find him funny. He's like the ultimate straight man. No emotion whatsoever. Lol.
Brilliant. He and his writers are in another dimension.
His writers? He wrote all of his own jokes.
This is hilarious and strangely unsettling at the same time!
When he said the French toast joke my eyes lit up. What genius.
I love this guy
Steven Wright, Mitch Hedberg and George Carlin. There should be a comedian hall of fame with these three the first inductees. Awesome.
Rodney Dangerfield
Richard Pryor?
This is a real comedian. Clever, funny. This is humor!
It’s funny but honestly it just makes me think times were so much simpler and easier back then that this kind of comedy was SO funny.
What was simpler and easier? Seriously even as a kid then, life wasnt easy. This "good old days" myth needs to stop
They said I'm a deadpan comedian. I said I didn't know any living pans.
He's the greatest 1liner stand up ever
I downloaded the audio for this, I listen to it every day. Never get tired of it, still havent stopped laughing.
A needed balm for our currently weary souls (10/15/18).
joemikejake just wait till you get to the year 2020...
Stephen Wright was "The guy on the couch" in HalfBaked. So funny...
Thanks for that, i didnt even think about that until you said it, now its so obvious. Didn't he even have the same shirt on. Hair was the same.
He was one of the patients on "Dr. Katz" on Comedy Central in 1996-7 too.
Yes. He was also the pilot in "So I Married an Axe Murderer".
He also was the radio DJ in Resevior Dogs. Fine move by Tarantino
I first saw this guy long ago and felt then that he's somebody different -- brilliant. I never knew his name till just now. I felt then on first seeing his shtick that he would prove a brilliant screen writer and producer of sorts, only to realize that -- mirabile visu -- in addition to being a comedian, he is, in fact, an award-winning film producer also!
STILL THE BEST COMEDIAN OUT THERE!
"Just checkin'" Hahaaaaaa! That got me, man! This dude is amazing!
Please explain
@@DarnellHendeason-dk3uw At this point of the show he already made the glass ball joke
@@bernardczostek7733 ...ok, and why was it funny?
If you watch interviews and keep up-to-date with him he has more jokes, and is still immensely funny. That mindset did not die.
I texted my daughter (age 24) a Steven Wright joke and asked her if she knew who the joke was from. She had never heard of Steven Wright. Wow! Anyway, she LOVED the breakfast joke!
Steven Wright is timeless.
"French toasts during the Renaissance" and "I hit a bookmark" got me so hard. This is genious comedy. Timeless.
My friend's an artist. He volunteered to canvass the neighborhood.
"I put spot remover on my dog, now he's gone.." 🤣🤣🤣 laughed at that for 10 minutes!
One of my favourite comedians
I like to reminisce with people I don't know LOL
How can he not laugh at his jokes?
Besides the absurd brilliance of his material he's doing the hardest thing any comedian can do: joke, joke, joke, joke, joke, one after the other.
The man's line delivery is spot on each time too
One of the funniest people Ive ever seen. He and Richard Jeni.
Don't listen to them. Steven Wright released a stand-up album in 2006, and through the 1990s was quite well-known as a writer and filmmaker. It's a myth that he "wrote himself out" of the business, and he is still viewed as one of the best comedians of all time.
He was in Reservoir Dogs, haha
It's funny because he is Wright.
The king of dry humor
This guy is hilarious, why isn't he more famed? Or was he actually big at one point in his career and I'm just too young to know?
Sorry it took me 11 years to get back to you. Wright was hot in 80s and 90s. He's still around ,just not as much at least it seems. He's got to be filthy rich, so why work a lot?
It blows my mind that he can remember all of these one liners
And yet, when I try to recite some of them, I can remember about two max
@@GTP_Mars I'm at about 2 as well lol
Wed. Oct. 14, 2020
Last night I was having beers and the neighbour across the hall knocked on the door and invited me over but I told him if he wanted to he could come by my place and have a beer on the balcony with me because I was listening to music. He did and we talked for a while. It was weird as usual I guess from my side also because I'm still bitter about everything. Yesterday at the grocery store I saw a thin blue-eyed white being and all I kept thinking about was Mrs. Rust and her saying "You say when". I don't know what to think about all that. I don't know what to think about anything these days. I was thinking about Kym and her daughter, was wondering how many other girls can understand what I've been through and how many actually have their own children. Since no-one will be honest about anything I guess I'll never really know. I think its disgusting no-one will tell me anything, but I really know that a bunch of weird beings with really twisted up eyes are all over and the world is fucked and no-one says anything. I still have a feeling they fucked my eyes up at Hakim optical with bum glasses, and since I can't get proper help I don't know if they'll ever be fixed. They tried to damage my teeth, my eyes, they've been doing disgusting things all my life. Is there anyone human enough to care, that's what freaks me out the most, no-one acting as though they care at all about anything.
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All I know is I can't be the only woman they've done this to, so there must be someone out there who cares and understands.
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I went to the neighbour's and bought a pack of smokes with my last five dollars. Had two sips of a nasty beer. I've been thinking about what I saw in Calgary and the mountain. The rest of Ontario except certain places are in a haze and everyone else is gathered in certain places, and I'm isolated from anyone who speaks like they used to. I get this feeling they're trying to doom me here. I know I did nothing wrong to deserve what's happening to me, and I know they're doing horrible things to me like the poisoned water I'm forced to drink here that makes me sick sometimes and my glands swell, and I know I had nothing to do with the water but the emptied the highways and swarmed me with traffic as I crossed Canada when I was made homeless. And I still can't figure out why no-one stands up for me or says they know me. There's definitely more fresh air on the mountain but also very strange and apathetic beings all around there. I'm sure the east coast is as developed as the west coast was, except B.C. for some reason. One side of the mountain was packed, the other side almost completely empty. I know I didn't have solid friends but I still find it hard to believe that no-one will stand up for me and say who I am and that they know me as being who I was for most of my life in this city.
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I went to the neighbour's and bought a pack of smokes with my last five dollars. Had two sips of a nasty beer. I've been thinking about what I saw in Calgary and the mountain. The rest of Ontario except certain places are in a haze and everyone else is gathered in certain places, and I'm isolated from anyone who speaks like they used to. I get this feeling they're trying to doom me here. I know I did nothing wrong to deserve what's happening to me, and I know they're doing horrible things to me like the poisoned water I'm forced to drink here that makes me sick sometimes and my glands swell, and I know I had nothing to do with the water but the emptied the highways and swarmed me with traffic as I crossed Canada when I was made homeless. And I still can't figure out why no-one stands up for me or says they know me. There's definitely more fresh air on the mountain but also very strange and apathetic beings all around there. I'm sure the east coast is as developed as the west coast was, except B.C. for some reason. One side of the mountain was packed, the other side almost completely empty. I know I didn't have solid friends but I still find it hard to believe that no-one will stand up for me and say who I am and that they know me as being who I was for most of my life in this city.
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I've been thinking and talking at myself about the music scene that surrounded me, how I was isolated and hassled from the bigger scenes until I was hanging around a small scene of mostly talentless and boring music. Considering the horrible things they're doing to me I have a feeling that most in the music scene I was around, music wasn't their first and foremost intentions. Alot of them were in universities or colleges and now I'm nothing but a toy for demented cowards. I was thinking about all their gossip about others I hardly knew when they'd come to my house, and how much they must've been gossiping about me. I was thinking about how many of them started saying their parents were sick with something and on medications. Real musicians should be original and melodic and someone must've said something about that and why they got more and more competitive. Since most music these days is unoriginal and gimmicky, I don't know how many are real musicians anymore, and maybe that's why my artwork and music was stolen also. These things are all afraid of me finding someone who truly cares about me. They're afraid of me gaining independence and freedom and they constantly harass and manipulate and test out different poisons on me. I need to get away from this situation. I need to find real people with real emotions and morals, not these sick fucks who do nothing but abuse and harass and poison. I need to find real musicians.
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I decided to look on Facebook again to see if I could find anyone I knew and they're showing excerpts of something I've written before, but has been changed. When I looked up Matt Riley again, pictures of him fat showed up on my phone, but no pictures of him when he was thinner. When I was in Parry Sound and getting drugged and shocked I spelled his name O'Reilly. That's how evil they've been to me since my life fell apart. A picture of him with Desmond also showed up. Desmond isn't fat yet and apparently they're still buddies. But when I met Jeff, the guy that was playing with Carlos, he wasn't fat. Then one day he was. So many of them in that scene get really fat somehow. They also put false searches on my Facebook and elsewhere. Matt's face looks really mean also. It's amazing how quickly they all change but other than how they scar my face, I never do.
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Even Tim Smith was on the fat side one year he visited us and he said it was the booze, but then he was thin again. Desmond was attacking me as I was losing everything, he's not fat. Keegan was thin then fat. Does anyone stay the same as I do?
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The other thing I find weird is that almost all of them moved out of the city before everything went to hell. And many of them reappeared in my life before it all fell apart. Both Kym and even that guy I hadn't seen in years Martin, both showing up at the Beerstore. Why and how did they all visit me once or invite me to a show, then almost all moved away and then my life became a mess and no-one will acknowledge a damn thing that's happened to me or been done to me? When will someone tell me the truth?
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And what about all the outrageous and weird things they were saying? You know when Mardy came to visit me and I was already divorced, if I was even legitimately married, and he was saying weird things like he was charged with harassing a chick or something and that he was sleeping with his girlfriends daughter and all that as I was sitting on the porch with him, and I was barely responding at all? What was that about really? Why was everyone starting to gossip about those I hardly knew at my place? Mike talking shit about those I hardly knew, Carlos talking about Mike and Erich and they joined a band together and are good friends. Why was I told that guy at the show downtown where I was punched in the kidneys and had my foot stomped on, why was I told the guy there was Jay, when when I look back wasn't nearly as bulbous as I remember him? Why all the dramas? Why all the lies? Why did Desmond start attacking me for no reason whatsoever and I don't know him very well at all. Why did he invite me out for dinner only to attack me? What is all their incentive for everything they did?
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I think whatever has always been behind my phones are disgusting. I was watching videos on RUclips from Fawlty Towers clips and the episode with the O'Reilly men and I was getting drugged and then realized I couldn't think properly, and I'm sure that's how these faceless cowards cross signals in the mind. But making me an experiment and case of study for eight years without telling me is evil and against my human rights. And why do they think they have the right to do that to me? That time that I walked downtown and was outside of what I think was Ryerson and that little dark guy who was at our show at the Sports bar that closed down and was one of only five or six in the audience came outside and saw me and put his hands together and looked up and was smiling. How many of those nasty, talentless music scene things were really only teamsters of my manipulation? How demented are they and what the hell are they doing in my life in the first place? And I'm sure that was the guy who asked me for my autograph after that show on a napkin and I thought it was weird then. What were they setting me up for? And Greg and Cheryl were there and Alex Erdhardt and maybe Brian Middleton, but no-one else. What were they doing really?
"do I know you?"
haha love you
Hehe indeed, this also striked me... it's probably his monotone voice and the plot of each one liner banging in in the end.... I only just discovered this guy some days ago and he is like a heroe for me already :-)))
"I was an only child... eventually."
I also love the one about his first job. He says "My first job was teaching schools of fish how to turn in the same direction at the same time" and would do the movement with his hand as he said it. Love his comedy.
@morpheusatloppers Actually, I saw him in Vegas about 3 years ago. Just as good as ever. I think he has hit the level of perennial favorite, with his own, very large following. Look at the number of views of this video alone. Don't feel sad for him. I think he's where he wants to be.
timeless and genius ...much love.
this guys is a genius
I'm guessing he was an inspiration for Mitch Hedburg
There are some similarities in their material.
This was suggested for me after a Mitch video 🤷♂️
Yeah, he was. Wright has such a unique style, mitch had to play a different role. This is why Mitch did the stoner hippy thing.
Mon. May 4, 2020
Yesterday I was in the east end, got cigarettes and beers and went to the garbage dump/park at Gerrard and V.P. I got drunk, listened to music, thought because that's all they allow me to do. It's not like I have real friends or anyone to talk to. I was thinking about Ken and Janet this morning. How I met Ken, how he introduced me to Janet, what they did to me, how no-one even confronts me. I keep thinking about all the artwork they've stolen from me and all my belongings and how no-one will tell me the truth about who did that and why. Every time I think about who I knew, who I trusted, I feel like an idiot, and this government doesn't care about anything except lies and to continue all this corruption without honesty and real justice. Every day I wish I had left this country and looked for kind people, but I didn't know what things were, how their nasty minds work. When my life fell apart and Janet offered me that painting job, all they did was ruin my work then. When I left a room I painted and came back and saw someone had walked through paint and pit footprints all over the floor, I'm not sure if that was to humiliate me and put down my work ethic as usual, or if they were insinuating something about my art. I'm so tired of things having no respect for me and being so selfish. She had the nerve to show me a picture she said was dear to her, and someone ruined all my photos, and I think it's weird that I started meeting others with names that all shared names with people or beings of my past. That's how selfish they are. Collect and treasure what they own, and shit on the feelings and nostalgia and efforts of others. She never told me the truth either. No-one has, no-one does.
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They're being idiots on my Facebook again. They show on my phone three repeats of Saturday's posts but Sunday's doesn't appear, and those posts weren't showing on my phone yesterday.
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I've been thinking all morning what this government won't say. They won't say people carry worms which is only harmful if eaten rare or raw. Anyone with half a mind knows that no-one should eat raw fish, so if they're trying to claim me swimming harms their fishing they're shameful liars. This government won't say that those things are spreading lies because they are rare meat eaters and have harboured hatreds against people like me without saying to my face ever. The government won't say those things purposely wormed peoples minds which was a vengeful and resentful action and the government won't say its not a virus but a bacteria they are using to kill worms. The government won't talk about the worms which people naturally carry and the engineered worms they put in people's minds which damage and even atrophy people. The government has not said that I've ever heard, that those same things damaged the waters and are blaming innocent people as a blame reversal to have an excuse to eradicate people. This government is not telling the truth.
When I leave my driveway I have to be going 60 miles an hour 😆
Tues. Dec. 29, 2020
Last night I had five beers, played guitar. I feel ill this morning. My gums were bleeding yesterday. I shouldn't be forced to drink poisonous water since I didn't do anything wrong and they should've confronted me years ago. Anyway, I guess today I'm going to have to go to the east end and pay the pawn shop and that John Wells guy. The idiots woke me up again this morning the usual way, yelling and banging on doors. I remember some of my dream. Sometimes dreams can be so realistic and scary. Sometimes they can be really amazing as far as what we can experience without actually dying. I used to dream about tornados alot when I was with Alex. I had another one of those dreams. There was a guy yesterday who didn't have to wear a mask, and wasn't bothered at all when he went into the gas station. I don't think I should be forced to wear one, it's ridiculous.
2.
You know these little old ladies that are losing hair and getting sick? They didn't dump in the water I'm sure so why are they getting poisoned? I didn't dump in the water, and I still find it ridiculous they don't even talk about it on the news, not that I see, but I haven't have a T.V. in years and I suspect when I do see the news it's different than what others see. Someone should talk to me honestly, I can't say that enough.
3.
I went to the east end, paid John back, his wife and him gave me a tea mug. I paid the pawnshop but Presto is ripping me off again. My card stopped working yesterday and today they said because I didn't register my bus card they couldn't transfer the funds I had leftover onto my new one I was forced to purchase. I called from Main station in front of their Presto machine that had a weird camera on it or something. The first guy I talked to sounded familiar almost, then the second chick I talked to sounded almost like my welfare social worker I have now. She accused me of liking to yell at strangers and I wasn't telling, I was talking loudly. I told them its the second time I've had a problem and they force people to use them if we want to ride the TTC and that its a monopoly and their buisness is a scam. They also want me to photocopy all my bank statements and tax information and hand it to this building which is not being fair or honest to me to be approved for another year of Toronto Housing. I still don't understand how they can all get away with what they did and are still doing.
3.
I've been playing video games, listening to all the yelling across the hallway. That never seems to cease. I was thinking about that drawing I want to do which I know is truth. It's going to be a bunch of apartments in the background with balconies like troughs and peoples heads sticking through cages on their balconies staring at television attachments, maybe some Kraft Dinner boxes and other cheap processed foods. In the foreground will be a bulbous thing with a top hat and a monocle with a big huge burger in his hands sitting in a chair, and across from him a lanky thing with a huge nose and a paunch with a top hat and monocle with either a chicken in his hands or eating it and in the sky above will be fangs and eyes and innards hanging from it's teeth. In my opinion that's reality and the manwich. However, I still remember Alex and one of the last times we went out together and he took me to that Sushi restaurant where that chick put fish flakes that wriggled on top of my pasta. I still say the three figures only care about meat and money and obviously some of them like their meat more raw than others. I don't think raw fish is a necessity, nor raw steak, nor three dead birds stuffed into each other and deep fried. I think all of them just want to kill life, eat, make money and keep the rest of life ignorant and stupid. They say they're coraling people to protect them, and I say it's strange to have everyone locked up in a city whilst life dies everywhere else and people's freedoms are denied and survival in nature is practically impossible now. I think that's their real motivation for everything and to get rid of dirt like me, which is why they isolate me and deny me access to real legal help and also portray me in a bad way to the public without me knowing, but I can figure it out from how they behave and what they insinuate. I believe in myself, despite their cowardly, insinuated accusations of me.
Lisa, are you still there? I haven't seen your writing in some time. Please let me know if you are doing better now 🙏
LOL i actually fell off my chair @ the cinema and barbeque joke
when i watch a 10 minute clip of steven wright it takes me an hour to watch it because i always have to pause after a joke and get all my laughs out during the paused moments.
"i spilled spot remover on my dog now hes gone,"
Fri. June 12, 2020
This morning is chilly. I was watching some RUclips videos and certain names keep coming up that I know Alex was seeing when we were broke up for a while. The weird thing is is I do remember him telling me he was showing them pictures of me, which is weird for a guy who's dating other chicks. I don't know why he was put in my life, I'm sure it has alot to do with whatever images or music or writings I created, especially since most are stolen or damaged. I still don't believe anyone around me has any feelings, and definitely doesn't care about mine. It's unimagineable all the many ways I was lied to and used and deceived, and not one of them has any remorse or guilty conscience at all. For reasons like that is why I truly believe most around me are cruel and callous and selfish and ambitious. No-one even talks to me like I'm a living human being with emotions and justified worries that are never addressed. I still think I should look for some kind of honest representation, but considering the state of this world, or at very least this country, I doubt I'll find anyone who is truly honrst, let alone human enough to help me in an genuine way.
2.
They're still trying to insinuate that they're the dirt and I know that's an absolute lie. They didn't spend their lives being harassed and bullied and outcasted, they didn't have done to their heads what my foster sister did to me, who is the same as that Dan guy I'm sure, even if he says he's not. They didn't get sterilized, they didn't get blinded to reality, they didn't have their faces carved into. I have a feeling alot of them got caught in something up north. I have a feeling some were dumping in the water, and then gasses started to get dropped to stop them, and they tried to involve me or blame me for some reason. Mostly I think the hatred all my life was because I once knew what they really are, and because I'm the real dirt.
3.
Then again, I've seen similar haze elsewhere where there was no water that I saw. I guess gassing life is what always happens. But I always think about how I lived, how little I was respected and wonder if I found a big gas cloud to live in is the only way I'll find peace and quiet without prying eyes and a total disrespect of my existence.
4.
The other reason that I think these morons are disrespecting my healthcare and access to real people is because they are not looking properly into my medical history. I have written several times that I had a few operations when I was young, so as I've said, I'm sure the problem of then was remedied. I think they might be using it as an excuse for what Kathy did to my mind with her line of cocaine when I was thirteen years old. Whatever the reasons they violate my human rights and access to real law and real healthcare, its illegal what they're doing to me. They know it, I know it, and they haven't even talked to me once yet. There's alot of RUclips videos making blatant jokes about rape and molestation, which are very real facts of my life that were also swept under the rug, but if that's how sick in the head they are then my sanity shouldn't ever be in question.
5.
That doctor at Toronto East General Hospital that carved into my face for what I'm sure is a selfish want of an in-tact specimen of the worms I naturally carry in my skin, I wish him the same or someone he cares about if he feels at all, which obviously he does not. The bitch at Toronto General Hospital who sterilized me as a woman, I wish get the same one day. Its evil what they did to me, it's cruel how no-one even acknowledges it. I have to believe in my heart that all the cruelty that they've done to me throughout my life will come back on them, and maybe one day they'll learn that kind people like myself if treated honestly and respected would be probably been co-operative and helpful. Then again, being the snakes they are, maybe not. Every disgusting creature that harmed me and scarred my face for life is the same disgusting thing that has been abusing me all my life.
6.
Here's my theory of my life, and I'm sure now that I'm about 95% correct. Along time ago people tried to defend themselves because we were considered dirt. I have a feeling people took drastic measures, like putting bombs into their kids or something. I think my mom got arrested, they messed my memory and replaced my mom. I think the Rusts took me in, operated on me, lied to me, abused me and tried several methods of 'cleansing' me, from strange vitamins to the chlorinated pool. Eventually I think she planned to just end my life and make me look like a whore with the help of her adopted animalistic kids, Kathy and Pauline. Tossed away and after that a free-for-all of abuse and torture and experiments without my consent or knowledge. Anyone who says otherwise is fucking liar and has ulterior motives. I don't believe there are many like me whatsoever. Which would explain the lack of answers and justice now, because there never was for me.
7.
I do think jealousy played a huge part in their attacks upon my face, and I will never forget that either. I think they're all demented and ugly inside.
If you like to laugh then prepare for alot of stomach pain.The jokes Steve has is deep but hilarious.
Just saw him on an episode of "Louie" on FX... made me smile big time
He influenced Hedburg, Luis CK, Demetri Martin and more.
I wondered why he drinks so much water, it's cus he's so dry!
No! Not true
Hahahahahaha! Good one!
I went to home depot and asked the guy for a cordless extension cord.
he also said the human body is 98% water. funny because my mom was taught that. i guess thats what science used to think. ah, science...always reliable.
When I was little, we had a sandbox in our backyard. My parents always insisted me and my brother and sister play in it. I never did. One day, I found out it was quicksand! Now I'm an only child!
Mon. Jan. 4, 2021
I woke up early, listened to the radio. They talk about these Co-Vid vaccines, but not once have I heard anything about the water, which for some reason I'm forced to drink even though I'm not responsible nor even was told. I've been thinking this morning about how I am different, how displayed and yet also isolated I feel, and listening to still snarky comments about this or that but not hearing many truths. Its very weird that I really felt known and sometimes even respected to whatever my existence is these days, without being told why. I find it really weird that they talk about masks and co-vid but not water nor air quality nor lack of a presence of normal government. The lack of justice and feeling that I really am different and not appreciated by what surrounds me, that I feel it's in my best interest to be around a population of people who respect laws and other's lives, even if we're not the same. There is law procedures that are required and that hasn't happened since my life fell apart and beforehand.
2.
You know what it seems like they insinuate? That some faction of a foreign or American government decided to investigate the water but have no clue about the truth, and the things around me set me up because of how they were using me, but the least any government faction or representative would've done if they were legit was to speak to me directly. I know why my photos were all altered and that would be to hide what they were doing to my face for years. They reversed the blame on me as far as I can tell because of other disgusting things they were doing and they don't want me in a place where I can prove to another who I am, what I've been through. Anyway, I've been in the system for many years and I'm not supposed to be unknown by my neighbours and policemen that knew and saw me. I think everything that happened as my life was unravelling and I didn't know why, is absolutely disgusting. I believe my mom lived like prisoner most of her life and I feel I've never had the freedom I was led to believe I had. I feel like a commodity and now a scapegoat, rather than the person I always was, kind and friendly and pretty and funny. There isn't a day that goes by where i don't regret staying in this country. If no-one wants believe about the strange occurrences in my life theres not much I can do, but the better part of the last nine years of my life has been things around setting me up to look crazy, like a liar, like an addict, like something I'm not. They can make me seem that way sometimes, mess with me, but an interview with a normal investigator should've happened years ago. I haven't been told one truth, from what my so-called friends are and their involvement in what happened to me, to the corruption of the healthcare that surrounded me to the state of this country now and the losing of everything I owned practically. There seems to be more of an effort to hide the accomplishments of my life and in my opinion its about how much time they can say I wasted in my life.
3.
Technically for nine years they haven't let me make music, they haven't let me be able to create art like I used to and I know they've been switching my art up and damaging what I have left. I know I don't own an original photograph and that means they set-up, designed and planned to hide any evidence of the abuse and damage to my face, since I was eighteen/ nineteen years old.
4.
Today I wrote and tried to paste it on Facebook and then only one text appeared so I had to erase that and now it's disappeared from the Facebook page alrogether again so they're messing around with my phone again today also.
This man is a genius!
Mon. Feb. 10, 2020
It's another day and another day of me thinking about how fucked up my life is. All morning I've been thinking about different races, different personalities and privileges, how I've been treated all my life. I was thinking about how they engineer life, how they control life and how they presume to call themselves life. I was thinking last night about my so-called family, the things that were done to me by hospitals and doctors, how my family didn't care the way a real family would. No matter what, I know I'm right about my feelings about all of that. It was a simple conclusion I decided last night, if I was ever loved, I would've felt so, I would've been as confident and comfortable as they were. I was thinking again about their accusations of my personality when I was a child that were lies, and I believe a real person would know the truth and never blame children anyway. I think this world and the society that surrounded me are demented, but never seem that way, because birds of a flock stick together. At least one of Alex's lyrics acknowledged that normal is established by numbers rather than the quality of mind. I just happened to be outnumbered by a bunch of selfish and cruel beings who will probably never be known for what they really are. But then I had another realization. I get sad thinking they live long lives and never get the deserved karma for what they all did to me and how it wouldn't matter anyway because they live their lives until old age mostly and vacation and seem normal and upstanding throughout their lives. But I realized they get old, and one day they might be feeble and forced to rely on a scumbag like themselves and they might get the same cruel treatment and be as helpless as I was when I was a child. It probably won't matter anyway, but maybe they'll know how it feels and how it felt for me as a child, if they have feelings that are genuine at all. At some moment in everyone's life they become reliant on another.
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Even the most powerful or the biggest giant eventually becomes feeble and becomes forced to rely upon another for help, and hopefully all who lied about me and still do, all who deny me justice and truth and answers and legitimate and genuine help will find themselves alone and scared like I am and mostly always was, and find themselves reliant on evil, loveless creatures such as themselves. It's cruel how they isolate and ruin certain peoples lives in favour of their own, but like I was bitching last night, with such redeeming and noble qualities as their own, it's no wonder the world is what it is. I dont believe many in this world know how to be genuinely kind. I hear phoniness and pretense everywhere, what I honestly never hear is a genuine and sincere person. Like I've said before, I don't use terms of endearment like 'hon' or 'sweetheart', because those are words that should only be used if you actually know a person and care and have a close relationship with them. Most use words these days loosely and cheaply. Most display emotions and kindness that are never backed by sincerity. Its easy to look kind, but to be a diamond in the rough and actually be sincere inside oneself seems impossible these days. I was, I was mostly always honest, even though all the scumbags around me say and make it seem otherwise. There's more selfish and opportunistic beings around me that did sick things to me and want to absolve themselves by blaming or demonizing me, and still do. Money and numbers doesn't make for a noble or worthy race or existence, but I don't know if there's anyone who genuinely cares anymore. I feel outnumbered and unfairly treated and unfairly obstructed from a public voice and acknowledgement, and I don't believe anyone around me has enough human emotion to be more compassionate or sincere about why I'm ostracized, why I'm ignored, why I'm lied about and why they abused me most of my life. This medical community won't even be honest and never will be.
3.
For a few days now I've was thinking my examination for my intestinal tract problems, which were probably created by them anyway, and how they convinced me to have a needle and how they made me sign papers, and how I naively and stupidly trusted in a medical system that was destroying my life, and how I was young, and how they took advantage of me, and protected their own cowardly asses while I was unknowingly used and hurt. And how they still get away with it and how the radio has the cruel audacity to sing the praises of our healthcare system while blatantly and dishonestly ignoring my health issues and lying to me still, as they always have. They've done something sick to me, and they wouldn't tell me, they still don't, and to add insult to injury they did sick things to me recently, like stoppinf my period at forty three years old. They're psychopaths, they all are, and they are upheld and commissioned and supported by this demented and sick society that blames victims rather than support and help and be honest. They have no respect for my life. That last injection that they gave me before I was sent to the street, that bitch was smiling, she enjoyed it. There's something really sick and demented about all of them. But as I suspect, the first injection when I was young, they told me it contained a small amount of radioactive material that wouldn't be harmful and was to help enhance imaging in the x-rays I was going to have then. Now that I'm older, I realize there is no such thing as a harmless amount of radioactivity being injected into a person's body, but there was no one to protect me, no one to warn me, and no one to acknowledge me now or be honest. They choose to humiliate and blame victims and don't even bother to explain to me why. To this day there hasn't been an honest verbalized explanation, but I'd bet every time they're around me they make it seem like they're being honest, and they're not. When I ask direct questions they either get irate ....
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.....and they accuse my mental stability immediately. They threaten me indirectly, they make subtle suggestions and threats on my phone and elsewhere. They are evil, selfish and cruel, but I'm not the cowards they are, so I intend to stand up for myself however I can. They don't want the public to know, they want the public to accuse and ostracized and blame and attack victims. One day I wish all of them to be exposed for the cruel deviants they are. I was upset all day yesterday, I still am. The media is designed to make liars out of victims, and I wish them all the same one day. If this government does not stand up for me and tell me the truth then I will do my best to make my story as public as I can elsewhere. They have no right to say and do what they do without allowing us the human right of an explanation and confrontation, and a legal representative. They have no right to harm people like myself, deny them access to public venues or avenues of legal help, and I know they've done this many times before, and always find ways to demonize those who were victims. They've perfected their deviant system of lies and accusing victims that are expendable throw-aways, and I know they kill people and find excuse or make excuses and reverse the blame. They are disgusting creatures that will live and die with no moral fibre or worthy traits at all, and they don't care because they have no real feelings. It's happened many times I'm sure. I deserve answers, a legal rep and compensation. Many who were around me in my life should be in prison, and instead I live like a prisoner, with no verbalized explanations as to why, in an invisible cage that seems as though I'm free, but with the vultures of traffic everywhere I go to try and silence me and to harass abd humiliate me everywhere I go. They are all evil, but one day it might happen to them, not that I believe it matters because I sincerely believe they have no human emotions.
I laughed my F'n ass off...
East German Shepard. So friggin funny.
He's so damn good, how does he remember all those one liners?!
You might not read this reply due to how old this comment is but I'm convinced he makes some if not most of them up on the spot. His powdered water joke came up after he took a sip of eater
Anyone believe in telekinesis, raise my hand.
yesterday i shit my pants and the bad part is i dont remember eating my pants lol ha ha
IMO, I feel he's so comical because he taps into and highlights the absurd. At some point in life (actually repeatedly) most people feel somehow that what they are going through is truly absurd, yet it's actually happening. They would laugh if they didn't also feel that they are somehow the victims of a huge cosmic joke. Some do laugh. Some can't deal. Wright makes you laugh about it, because you see it's not just happening to you. In spite of it, you'll live. We all live with absurdity. Wright plays a character who lives in the absurdity loop, which has become his norm, but a part of him fights to say its not. It's the comic Twilight Zone.
It's Hedberg and this guy came first. And yes they are both hilarious.
3:38 My favorite comedian
His name is Steven Wright, he's definitely not Wrong that's for sure.
When Wright goes left, everyone goes Wright
he’s wright, not rong
@@WillieGaldamez >:|
Hed be so much more appreciated now adays
The guy is a genius.