I have a confession, well I suppose it is more like stating a fact, this year I turned 36. I am now older than both Jesus and Batman and am one year away from being a Monty Python Old Woman. But, believe it or not I don’t feel very old and that is probably because I still have managed to still be younger than the average gamer, which they are still reporting as being one year older than me, currently at 37. Four years ago when I was 32 it was then at 33.
I have a huge background in computers, but I have never really been much of a gamer. When you work on computers all day long it is less of a relief to then play them at night. During my daily life I can get into discussions that cover topics like we should set up an instance of a Xen server is paravirtualisation mode or full virtualisation (bizarrely I am also married). However, it feels almost like there is a societal conspiracy that one day I will eventually come to my senses and join the gaming masses. Even my Dad, who is retired, plays more computer games than me (thanks for keeping the average up Dad).
Though game play and sales of consoles and titles are big business, this year in the UK games sale exceeded movies, the launch of the Wii a number of years back was credited with bringing both girls and old people into the gamer world.
Maybe also, for someone like me, the level of computer gaming is just not realistic enough, yet. There are some systems that have haptic feedback controllers that shake and rattle if you take on some enemy fire. A little bit of shaking is neat, but I grew up with the Star Trek vision of a holodeck. If there were able to create a system where you can feel the bits of brain tissue and shards of skull slap off your helmet as you exercise an extra judicial killing, requested by, but not officially sanctioned by, your own government in the steamy jungles of Vietnam or Laos, then yeah maybe I might be interested in checking out this gaming thing again.
OK I am very excited, it doesn’t happen very often, but here we go. I have been traveling the high roads and by roads of Sydney to perform comedy and in a lot of those travels I have crossed paths with an Aussie comic, Andrew Barnett, during a trip to Newcastle, a while back, we discussed and decided to see if we could put on a one hour show together. The Sydney Fringe Festival is coming up and we were lucky enough to be able to secure a venue for it. Our show is called “One Man Show“. Here is the log line for our show:
In the 21st Century there are many expectations about what a Man should be. Between them Dave Keeshan and Andrew Barnett meet almost all of these expectations.
Due to a variety a timing issues, all the arrangement for the show occurred while I was traveling through the south of France and Italy. There was a awkward morning where I had to wake up my wife to take a picture of me against a blank wall so that the poster picture below could be made up, I think she still respects me.
We have two nights of show, Wednesday 26th and Thursday 27th of September 2012 in the Factory Theatre in Marrickville starting at 10 PM. Tickets can already be purchased online and you can find them here. It is going to be a great night, so make sure you book tickets before it sells out.
I usually think I am relatively internet savvy, if I get a friend who sends a panicked mail about how Facebook is going to be closed down, I’ll usually wander over to snopes.com and send them to the relevant page.
So I was surprised when I got pull in by this headline for a blog post:
I thought it was an interesting, if different premise. It was only by the time I got to the end that I finally figured out it was a joke and I had been, in my own special way, rick rolled. Even a line like this, to me, seemed pretty reasonable:
Expectant mothers have also been advised to choose carefully where they give birth. Anywhere that has a place name is best avoided. These are listed on maps, which are freely available on the Internet.
I have traveled the world and I have learned a few things …
There are two constructs of terror in Ireland. “The boy” and “the man”. The boy is usually some kid that was stupid that almost got him self killed or severely injured by doing some thing stupid. I have the ignominy of being one of those boys as I almost had my thumb cut off climbing through the window of a school in Kerry many years ago. The people of the area don’t remember me, of course, but they still talk about the boy, I only assume that think I must have died of my stupidity years later.
However “The man” is usually used to also keep kids in line. Put that down of “the man” will find you. I remember I used to be terrified of running into this man. It is only as I started to reach adulthood I found out while these creatures do exist they are more to be pitied than be afraid of. They are usually people at the margins of society that end up getting a modicum of power, at which point they try and use it in any way they can. This is usually while organising the car parking for community events. There is a brilliant example of this in the D’Unbelieves D’Video from nearly 20 years ago. In case you ever missed it:
I was reminded that “The Man” is still alive in well recently when Tommy Tiernan was on the Ray D’Arcy Show. In general Ray was Discussing Tommy’s experiences of his around Ireland tour, and was queried if he had any recollections of a place in Limerick called Bulgaden, he did here is what he had to say:
I was watching Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit recently when it was on TV. I love the Wallace& Gromit series, The Wrong Trousers is probably my favourite. However I had a great blink and you miss it laugh in were-rabbit. There is a scene where Lord Victor Quartermaine is talking with the Reverend, the Reverend says all they need to know is contained in a book, however what Quartermaine finds on the table is a magazine titled Pro Nun Wrestling, to which he gets embarrassed.
A couple of friends of mine back in Ireland decided to get themselves a TV show together. It is part of a competition up against 7 other shows to see who gets to make the next episode, each round knocks out two competitiors.
“Victory?” is set two years after an alien fleet has captured the majority of the planet and in Ireland , an Inspector for the Ministry of Reason, the Vichy style government that is co operating with the aliens , has been ordered to hunt down the latest threat to the uneasy peace, the resistance network called Victory.
Judging for the first episode closes on Sunday the 19th so please login and vote.