Mowl
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There's been a free for all on usernames on Arsefield's these last couple of weeks.
Oddly and coincidentally enough, for the first time in my life I sat through the whole film of 'The Matrix' last night. Long sauna before dinner, I had a look at the telly and it was just about to begin so I sat it through. The conclusions? Gay isn't the word for it. There's only one female in the film, the one with the short black hair who falls in love with Keanu Reeves - the other one's an obvious dyke.
But of all the males in the movie, every name that came up is also a username on Politics.ie, or else (Mandy) Anderson - on Arsefield's.
The blokes in the black suits, the craft or whatever it is they're whizzing about on, all used by old school Irish bloggers, and all gay by the looks of it.
When the credits at the end were rolling, I was still trying to figure out what the fuck the film is even about.
Nonetheless, now I understand that whole 'red pill/green pill' thing these arses are always banging on about online.
It struck me as hilarious that these idiots think these usernames are all cool and sexy. They're not. They're latent gay references, boys who go looking for male role models in order to hide behind them while sitting there in their little wet panties. What a stupid fucking idea it is basing your online life and shaping your personality on the antics of some porridge and sperm eating blokes in a tin can under the water? Sweat, stubble, oily male torsos, a variety of bad haircuts, even worse costumes (I now know what anime is all about too) and a sense of closeness like sardines in a tiny tin box that stinks like the shitstick's fanny.
The Matrix?
Scalextric was better.
The old reliable photo of that poor harassed real world bloke Rory O'Connor whoever the fuck he is was put up pretty quick smart.
Well, he is some sort of actor, right? I doubt it has anything to do with 'modelling' in the traditional sense.
I'd imagine he's an extra, a background person for hire. Films, television shows, etc. I worked in the actual modelling world in Ireland for a man called Ed Shanahan; he was once the representative of The Irish Wool Secretariat but joined forces with Elaine Doody (sister of Alison, a Bond Girl among other things) and together they held the line as Ireland's busiest modelling agency. My ex was the top cover girl who also did ramp work and traveled the planet to work in the busiest centres of international fashion: Paris, Milan, New York, Tokyo, Rio de Janeiro, London, etc. I worked on the seasonal fashion shows mainly, stage design and DJing at the end of the ramp while making sure Ed sounded awesome doing his talk-overs during the shows. Great money, lovely ladies, great parties, cute butts and titties all over the place.
Being cast as an extra is about about as far down the food-chain as one can get, and the money is shite and the days are long. Lots and lots of standing around waiting for hours on end, you can see the boredom of it all written on their chops. The only 'extra' work I ever did was this, except for this I was cast as a 'special extra' which translates to offering a specialist skill on your resume. It also boosts your wage packet to a very attractive level. This was made in the mid or late 1990's and the product was shit. So shit they stopped making it, and the money that went into THIS ad was fucking HUGE. All down the Swanee now.
€700 per day for three days: not a bad week, that.
Like a rat, you mean.
As it wasn't twenty minutes before he picked up that he was on the stage on Isle again, having a few well deserved cream pies thrown at his fat ugly mutant head.
It was well deserved.
Like taking in €700 a day for three days doing what I love: playing a huge kit while slathered in Vaseline and sprayed with cold high-pressure water.
Regular extras, like Rory O'Connor, get less than €100, even today - the rates were the same in 1990's.
Yer man was likely in the background on Fair City, at the back in The Late Late Show audience, and pumping up the audience numbers on Irish chat and political discussion shows. Boring work. Then he gets his name booted around on Arsefield's?
Heck.
It's just NOT worth it.
I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing, and I was invited to speak on Katie Hannon's crappy new show on RTE. The producer sourced my email and invited me to join in the show via video link - then he read some of my articles and clearly got cold feet. Just as well, the show is so fucking useless it makes Tubridy look like David Attenborough. In a cheap suit. Pshaaaaaaaaaaaaw.
