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BRONZE place
(tv show)
Nathan For You
The 2013 Nobel Prize-winner for comedy. (Apparently it was a one-time deal--quite the honor.)
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SILVER place
Legend has it you have to yank off a leprechaun to receive this level of melodic ability.
The Muffs
(music band)
Legend has it you have to yank off a leprechaun to receive this level of melodic ability.
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GOLD place
The New Pornographers
(music band)
Legend has it to receive this level of melodic ability you have to yank off a leprechaun's buddy simultaneously.
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Honorable Mentionings
Honorable Mentionings
The Biggest Problem in the Universe
(podcast)
(podcast)
I haven't listened to any other podcast ever, but I can confidently say this is the best one. Even if the genre is men complaining.
A.S.M.R.
(physical sensation/art form)
You know when you're getting a haircut and the electric trimmer presses near your temple and it's nice real nice? That's 'cuz it's ASMR.
When I was little, I had at least one or two experiences where I was observing my dad working and carefully manipulating something with his hands - maybe when we were building a model jet plane - while talking in a voice low in volume and timbre, and it's like I was lulled into a hypnosis of impossible pleasantness. (I probably could move, but I wasn't at all interested in trying.)
If this sensation could be bottled and sold, it would be the biggest thing since porn. It would be, like, new pornography. Sadly, my experiences with the audio/video "artists" who attempt to conjure ASMR in their audience via broadband by whispering and tapping softly on objects have been less than hypnotic. It's pleasant, and definitely effective at delaying my bedtime, but for me it ain't like the real thing.
I admit that I've mainly watched female ASMR artists thus far. I do have a feeling that men are the gifted ones at the art; I don't know if there's something about rougher hands juxtaposed with delicate articulation, and a rougher voice juxtaposed with a whisper, but that's one guess. Mothers get a lot of credit for their so-called super powers of nurturing, but when I was a kid my mom was simply a non competitor in the field of AMSR. (Although tickling her fingernails on my back while I lay on my stomach was a good trick too, now that I think of it.)
I admit that I've mainly watched female ASMR artists thus far. I do have a feeling that men are the gifted ones at the art; I don't know if there's something about rougher hands juxtaposed with delicate articulation, and a rougher voice juxtaposed with a whisper, but that's one guess. Mothers get a lot of credit for their so-called super powers of nurturing, but when I was a kid my mom was simply a non competitor in the field of AMSR. (Although tickling her fingernails on my back while I lay on my stomach was a good trick too, now that I think of it.)
Trouble is, I don't know how I feel as an adult about letting a man uh...actuate the intimacy needed to lull me into "a hypnosis of impossible pleasantness." I don't know...maybe if he doesn't look into my eyes?