We are finally back with interviews, and who better to kick it off than with Genejoke, one of the most prolific, helpful, and active creators in the Duck!

Genejoke is invaluable in many group projects, including our top event, the Drunk Duck Awards, and its side event the Red Carpet ...

Your heart’s beating inside the hourglass
Orbiting your soul system it comes to pass
Begging for a new season to amass
Alas, white shadows still lasts–shrinking
But the earth is now drinking and the silver shifts to brass
Your heart’s still beating in the hourglass.

There's nothing more frustrating when a character dies from a situation that had no reason occuring except perhaps that the writers wanted to be edgy and make the story have more gravitas with a random death that's forced into the plot.

I've talked often over the years ...

There's dark things going on, bad things are resurfacing as restless blood-soaked ghostly visions disturb the present and threaten to drag people back to trauma's past… Just what happened back then? And will it break those in the present? The art is all digital, very well drawn, stylised ...

always someone breakinnn' into twooooo…

AN important part of a story is the good old “Break into Act 2”.

It's not the easiest story structure moment to recognize, but it's one of the early ones I thought about and tried to notice in movies I watched.

Many people ...

So it is finished.
This time, this year, these lights we kindle.
As the season gathers comfort and rejuvenation
In a world uncertain, but beautiful, still we kindle.
As the darkness stills and the winds cradle
Dressed upon these lights, these years we kindle.
As the heart wishes what to ...

The final revelation is revealed.
Found by heart, fouled by tears
The worst fears come before the dawn
Past shadows, future days
A last erase of that collapsing embrace
The blood is beat, the sighs depart
Alas, my heart celebrates its way out

Nine. I see the light burning to darkness.
All so swiftly. All so blindly.
Eight. I hear the alarm screaming to deafness.
All so widely. All so loudly.
Seven. I taste the medicine spoiling to sickness.
All so queasily. All so badly.
Six. I sense the odour stinking to foulness ...

Your shadow growing to blacken the sky
Unfilling the vaccum we rotate inside
Your shadow glowing to blacken the sky
Sealed by the heavenly ocean we´ve seen to forget
Your shadow flowing to blacken the sky
In your reflecton I´ll always reside
Your shadow throwing to blacken the ...

On Conan O'Brien's Podcast the other day, the gang answered a question from a fan about whether they'd created the show with the classic radio lineup of “Dick, Dork and Dear”.

I'd never heard of it, and neither had Conan and company. But apparently, morning radio ...