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Year 4 of 1900š has begun. Can you believe it? Weāre no longer plucky young comedy rookies hoping to make an impression on the chief, but seasoned veterans of the Hilarity Wars nursing whiskeys to block out the memories. This is an establishment now. An institution. One more year and we can start growing fat and corrupt, earning our inevitable comeuppance!
This place could exist nowhere else, and in no other way. Look at this ragtag crew of rough ridinā motherfuckers.
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In year 3 of Hot Dog, Seanbaby wrote an article entirely about his friendās weird puzzle collection. Imagine pitching a comedy article about going into the basement of a friendās house and making fun of the pictures on old puzzle boxes. Absolutely nowhere else on the internet would allow him to do this. Thereās a contingency in place to blackball you if you even try.
In year 3 of Hot Dog, Lydia Bugg wrote a followup piece on the man driven completely insane by Garfield-themed food. I know it only ran a couple days ago, but itās fucking crazy! We not only accepted an article about a dude who invented an off-brand Garfield fursona to wage war on Garfield, but a followup about that story like weāre reporting on a town poisoning. The people need to know!
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In year 3 of Hot Dog, I brought you Billy Karate. Letās break down what a bad idea that was: I asked an audience of non-filmmakers to read a screenplay, a format never meant for public consumption, and I asked that they do it for fun, which nobody ā including and especially filmmakers ā will do, and then I gave it to them five pages at a time over a period of months. Pitch that idea to any other publication and theyāll take your Writing Badge and Normal Gun. But here everybody loved it, it landed me representation. I had to pull it because it may be a movie someday. Impossible, laughable!
In year 3 of Hot Dog, Seanbaby and I teamed up for our first and only piece of SEO friendly, timely content. We wrote about Elden Ring while it was still hot! We dedicated the entire article to making up shit about Elden Ring that sounded like it might be true, but wasnāt. We are full-throatedly spitting in the face of success.
In year 3 of Hot Dog, Tom Reimann discovered his passions, which were the year 1997, and weirdly horny Mormon Doom novelizations. Go sell either of those things to our surviving competitors, all none of them. See if they accept ā1997: The article. No? Okay, how about this: a long-forgotten video game tie-in book by a closet Mormon about desperately wanting to fuck, but not fucking – never fucking!ā
In year 3 of Hot Dog, Brendan McGinley realized he couldnāt make fun of wrestler Kevin Nashās comic book hard enough without actually making a Nash comic of his own. Thatās an insane amount of effort to land a few excellent punchlines, and nobody else would ever authorize it. Youād have to explain the idea to lawyers who would hilariously insist you couldnāt violate the Nash IP like that, as though it wouldnāt be twice as funny to be sued by Kevin Nash for this!
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In year 3 of Hot Dog, Alex Schmidt discovered that all he wants to write about is Pierce Brosnan movies. Youāre hired, we love it, said nobody except us.
In year 3 of Hot Dog, Sissyneck wrote a piece about visiting the museum of Frank Frazetta, the godfather of van art, and it wound up being a touching exploration of family businesses and failing legacies. Lots of places would accept that article. āAnd then itās written borderline illegibly, as though transcribed from the ramblings of an exploding tire injury victim recovering in the back room of a Jiffy Lubeā is less likely to be accepted.
In year 3 of Hot Dog, we added Dennard Dayle to the tubed meat crew, and many respectable publications are proud to host his brilliant, intelligent, viciously funny work. Would they accept his multi-thousand word essay on the 1970s pulp novel about black staff waging war on a country club? That was his first piece for us. āItās perfect!ā We told him. āNever leave us!ā
In year 3 of Hot Dog, Jason Pargin, respected and critically acclaimed author, wrote us a substantial column about how you can track exactly when people jack it to YouTube videos.
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In year 3 of Hot Dog, we did Anime Week! We donāt talk about Anime Week. We certainly donāt link to it.
In year 3 of Hot Dog, we podcasted for the first time about Mountain Monsters, the reality series about hillbillies fighting bigfeet. Other podcasts wouldnāt even mention that. We dedicated a whole podcast to a single episode, and then did it again. Weāll keep doing it, thereās no accountability! We got Ty Franck, co-creator of The Expanse ā one of the biggest original science fiction properties in the world ā on our show. So what did we talk to him about? The Grabowski Shuffle, Mike Ditkaās bizarre direct-to-video attempt to ape the Superbowl Shuffle. We got Josh Barnett, former UFC champion, on the podcast: We talked to him about Lone Tiger, an underground martial arts movie about how all wrestlers must murder a hobo to become a pro. We sang the weirdly romantic theme song to him. He loved it.
In year 3 of Hot Dog, our store hosted AI generated comedy shirts whose entire point was how bizarre and incomprehensible they were, and then we gave all the profits to charity. Fuck you, profit! We added a site mascot that we deliberately did nothing with. We didnāt even name him! This was always the plan, because we thought it would be funny. You literally cannot force us into a viable business model.
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You guys got in on it, too: In year 3 of Hot Dog, you motherfuckers ruined Paul Danoās entire life. We actively encouraged our fanbase to harass a beloved celebrity! To this day, if you search āSensei Rainbowā on Twitter youāll find Paul Dano fans responding with bewilderment and betrayal. No corporate lawyers okād this – in fact, if you tell a lawyer we did this, weāll fucking find you. Thatās a 1900š Guaranteed Actionable Threat!
What a journey itās been. And itās not over, no matter what the haters say – if we had them, which we donāt, because weāre so beloved. The beauty of 1900š is that itās a place for comedy writers to shine, not beholden to traffic, to metrics, to ad dollars – we are only beholden to you wonderful freaks and I think Iāve just proven youāll let us get away with anything. We can talk about whatever the fuck we want. For example, Iām going to pause in this recap of the third year of our amazing independent comedy site to write about why I canāt write about Coleman Moore.
Before you do anything else, watch this video for Colemanās pop ballad, āOrigami.ā
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Weāve trained you to think source material is optional in our articles, itās not here. You have to watch that whole video to understand anything thatās going to follow.
Okay, you saw that, right? Iām serious. Donāt continue until you do.
What you saw was an insufferable hipster sucked into a cult recruiterās Myst clone.
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He dances like this.
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And I donāt think youāre supposed to laugh at it.
The video is full of self-indulgent, pretentious tropes like Coleman singing woundedly straight to camera with a third eye painted on his face.
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An old man replaces him to sing the next line, because thatās like saying something, anything, about youth. Or maybe time. Elder abuse? Whichever gets you the most handjobs in the green room.
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The lyrics are terrible, but theyāre not over the top bad. You see what heās getting at. Itās almost an elegant way to say āyou undo meā – but just clumsy enough to be hilarious.
So hereās the catch. You decide, right now: Is this a joke?
Is this a very well executed parody, or is this a genuine effort by a parody of a human being? You commit to your decision this second. Joke or real?
I thought it was sincere, and that it was extremely funny in its oblivious earnestness. This is the realest art Coleman Moore could make, and heād literally never understand the words out of your mouth if you did anything less than praise it.
The comments prove my point.
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Or wait, holy shit is that comment a parody? Whatās with the fake-out at the end? Why would you fake-out a compliment in a comment? Is he false flag attacking his own video? I am losing my grip on reality and it was never firm.
All right, now that you have your decisions recorded, watch Coleman Mooreās video for āPrecum.ā
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Right from the title itās a joke. Itās somehow the same vibe, but executed to a degree that has to be parody. Hereās a shot from that as he makes goofy precumming faces while he sings the chorus.
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Hereās that chorus:
āI did not make a move / but I got precum all over from cuddling all night with you / these unintended spoon feels / honey I can hardly deal / dark stains, party jeans / your face, a memoryā¦ā
So is that a joke? Probably yes. Maybe yes. Iām not sure anymore. Hereās where it gets crazy. If thatās a joke, does that mean āOrigamiā is now a joke? Is the whole thing a bit, or is he wildly veering between sincerity and parody with absolutely no cues to distinguish between the two? Because that is also a completely insane thing to do.
I know whatāll help. Hereās his bio on Bandcamp.
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That doesnāt help at all!
Hereās another wrinkle: If itās all a joke, itās one heās been making for five straight years.
To an audience of 88.
He has 88 subscribers. Start a YouTube channel right now, tomorrow youāll have 75 bots subscribed. This guy is creating music videos with decent execution and reasonably high production values for an audience of 13 real people and four of them are me. These videos have 500 views and 400 of them are also me. If itās a joke, heās been doing it for five god damn years with nobody, not a single person, ever getting the punchline until right now.
Maybe!
Jesus. That kind of unrewarded dedication is too crazy to contemplate. It speaks of a supernatural madness. Thatās Lovecraft shit. So it canāt be a joke, right?
Right. I have changed stances. You might have, too.
Now hereās a documentary about Coleman Moore that he filmed himself. Itās only 15 minutes and youāre committed now, just watch it. No really, itās vital. You can be the 335th view in three years.
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All done? Good. This is a good use of your time.
In the film, Coleman meets and pitches himself to a prospective agentā¦ who dresses like John Waters making fun of Chuck Norris, and walks like a necromancer animated his skeleton but not the rest of him. He moves like his bones are steering his flesh.
They grab a mall pretzel together.
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Hereās how Jack Skellington trapped in a meat prison sits down.
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Hereās one of their conversations.
AGENT: āYou got that shirt-open mentality. And I um, wanted to ask you. Donāt your torso get cold?ā
COLEMAN: āYeah my belly button. It activates.ā
AGENT: āIt activates your belly button?ā
COLEMAN: āYeah. It tingles.ā
That conversation is immediately followed by one about how Coleman is a serious person at heart, and he wishes that being playful came more naturally to him, but thereās nothing goofy about his art. This deadpan conversation about Colemanās feelings on art and sincerity right after the bellybutton activation shit serves as a perfect setup/punchlineā¦ if this is all a Best in Show style gag. If not, itās pure psychopathy.
So, vibe check. What do you think now? Is this real, is it a joke? Is it somehow both? Is it crazier if itās both, or neither? Do terms like āsincerityā and āparodyā even apply to whatever this is? Itās a comedy mystery thatās haunted my brain for months and I have no idea what the answer is.
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I canāt write about it because if itās all real, this is just a quirky queer boy doing art the best he can and I donāt want to publicly mock that, even if his leprechaun dance gives me giggles every single time I see it. But if itās a joke, then itās a savage and cutting one that deserves more attention. Itās completely surreal and executed brilliantly, a high-budget effort spanning five years to an audience of exactly nobody.
Except me.
And even Iām still a maybe!
This is impossible to writeā¦
For anyplace but 1900š. And even then only as an aside to show you the kinds of things your patronage allows me to get away with.
So thanks for making this beautiful, bizarre, lawless portal to comedy Valhalla possible. And for telling all your friends about it constantly, which we assume youāre doing. Because if thereās one thing year 3 proved, itās that weāll never let success, profit, or job security get in the way of a good joke. Thatās why you love us, thatās why we deserve to be loved by you, and itās also why we will die in the gutter if you donāt keep getting people to sign up for this. Weāll never do it!
And thanks for sticking around for year 4: the year we finally rally our 2000+ Hot Dog army to attack and invade a small coastal American city!
17 replies on “Reflecting Day: 1900š Should Not Exist š”
Iām not sure if this helps with the determination, but I recognise Coleman Moore from when he got convicted back in 2027 for running an exploitative cuddle cult.
Also every single thing about Origami comes from the shitty intro of like fifty CanCon songs on Muchmusic in the 90s. Kept waiting for it to snap into faux grunge like an I Mother Earth song.
In š: Year 3, I had my neck fused and last month, my spine fused. I live with in-laws because of an apartment fire in Year 2. I am disabled and due to visual and neuro issues, I struggle with reading long blocks of uninterrupted text and havenāt been able to get through more than ten pages at a time without needing hours of sleep otherwise.
I write that litany not to complain but to say that I am actually pretty happy with my life and the things I am doing to recover as much function as possible and the work of the Dirty š Crew – from the articles, podcasts, and efforts to make the Discord not only a fun community (I think I will be able to set up a Food Fight?! showing in the next week or two because folks said they hadnāt seen it when we watch Demon Haunt last month) but also one that is immediately welcoming and accepting of new arrivals and folks like me who pop up every blue moon – plays a big part in my existential satisfaction.
You also, by having an actual real website like in the olden days, provide another venue for people to write overly-long, not particularly funny reactions because they donāt like dealing with Patreon UI.
Fuckin keep rippin it dudes.
You really had me there until I reread the comment and caught the date.
Dates are just numbers on the page, their meaning warped through precise application of the correct pressures on the joints between them. Two days ago, Feb. 29 passed unmarked but not all had that day erased from them. When you are as woke as me, those types of chronological absurdities expose seams of insight, allowing me to cancel in the past for what will be in the future.
I was going to be the 3rd person to ever leave a comment on those Coleman Moore videos but i think its better, for scientific purposes, to leave it untouched. We might never find out what the true nature of it is, if we interfere. The spike in views alone after this column might disturbe the delicate balance of whatever the fuck it is this dude is doing.
It’s been a wild ride, and the thanks are mutual. I suggest Manzanita, Oregon. If you need a puppet-governor installed there, I might know a guy.
I am a relatively new hotdog, but I want to let y’all know this site is hilarious. There’s no weak link among the columnists. Whoever writes the article of the day, you know you’re getting a good meal of hilarity to make that daily existential dread a bit more bearable. I don’t even remember how I found out about this site, though.
Maybe a vortex of hilarity opened in the middle of the street and sucked me into the hotdog dimension. Tell my family I love them. I am staying in hotdog land.
Not seeing those view counts go up very fast. I wouldn’t like to think there are hot doggers skipping their homework.
Been here since the start. Here’s to the next three years lads and ladies.
I can’t believe I missed a limited edition Hot Dog shirt because I was busy getting married. Guess I need to be more dedicated to the site in Year 4
Ooh! If you’re looking for coastal cities to invade, may I suggest my own home town, Charleston, SC? First of all, you probably wouldn’t get much of a fight; the people here are famously friendly, and most of us consider it our civic duty to bend over backwards to make tourists happy. (Or forwards, depending on the particular predilections of the tourist.
Secondly, we’re basically desperate to make the news for something that isn’t embarrassing or horrifying.
And finally, we have a local distillery that makes vodka infused with Carolina Reaper, the hottest chile pepper ever bred. That absolutely has to be the official drink of things that should not be; what better way to cap off the first step in world-wide hotdog domination than by chugging a bottle of liquid suicidally bad decisions?
I was not prepared for 1:30 in that Origami video.
*Reads how itās impossible to have fewer than 100 subscribers on Youtube.
*Looks at own Youtube.
*Frowns.
*Makes shit anyway.
I’m sorry I only recently subscribed, but damn this is a good bunch of non-AI content. I’m also glad you seem to be making a connection to defector.com, because that’s another good place for non-AI content. Keep fighting the good fight, you meatbag-brained nonrobots!
When I saw this yesterday I actually forwarded the article and pitched your question āis Coleman Moore parody?ā to Graham Priest, a philosopher/logician who thinks some pairs of contradictory propositions can literally both be true, and has written extensively on the nature of paradox. The message he sent back didnāt make much sense but I think you might have discovered an entirely new frontier in contradiction. Or madness.
Thereāsa comment on there that the song is so freshman year 1997. I contend that it is timelessly nostalgic. This song is everyoneās freshman year.
All of us are safe!
I just found this website today, and the fact that you convinced me to watch 15 minutes of … whatever that was (I was view 456) is the highest praise I can give. I don’t even regret it.