Ergebnis für "man" in Satire

Ralf Prange, Mitte 50, alleinstehend, ist der postalische Wunschnachbar im Rotklinkerbau in Barmbek-Süd. Einen wie ihn gibt es in jedem Haus, und doch ist Prange als personifizierte Paket-, Gerüchte- und Sorgenannahmestelle einzigartig: Er ist die gute Seele und Nervensäge der Nachbarschaft; schrullig, spießig, etwas einsam, neugierig, manchmal übergriffig, in jedem Fall aber mit dem Herzen am rechten Fleck und sehr gewissenhaft, was die ihm übertragene Verantwortung angeht.

Erinnern Sie sich noch? Die anstrengenden Urlaubsreisen ins Gelobte Land jenseits der Alpen. Morgens um fünf ging es los, eingepfercht auf der Rückbank des bis unters Dach beladenen Ford Sierra. 15 Stunden Fahrt ohne Klimaanlage und Smartphone, dafür mit "Ich sehe was, was du nicht siehst". Und im Urlaubsparadies wurden Pizza und Espresso misstrauisch beäugt.

The City Watch needs men! But what it's got includes Corporal Carrot (technically a dwarf), Lance-Constable Cuddy (really a dwarf), Lance-Constable Detritus (a troll), Lance-Constable Angua (a woman...most of the time) and Corporal Nobbs (disqualified from the human race for shoving). And they need all the help they can get, because someone in Ankh-Morpork has been getting dangerous ideas - about crowns and legendary swords and destiny.

Band 2 des SPIEGEL-Bestsellers Man ist ja Nachbar: Ralf Prange ist zurück! Die Hausgemeinschaft in Barmbek-Süd steht Kopf: Die Mietwohnungen werden in Eigentum umgewandelt. Pranges neuer Vermieter, das Grinsegesicht, nervt mit Wohnungsbegehungen; da bleibt kaum noch Zeit für das Feierabendbierchen mit Paketmann Micki. Auch, weil Neu-Freundin Dörte sich im einstigen Junggesellenparadies breit macht, das Fernsehprogramm bestimmt und Prange mit zu Pärchenabenden bei den Kapellas aus dem dritten Stock schleppt. Und plötzlich ist auch noch der Fernsehmann verschwunden.

This program is read by the author. Blythe Roberson’s sharp observational humor is met by her openhearted willingness to revel in the ugliest warts and shimmering highs of choosing to live our lives amongst other humans. She collects her crushes like ill-cared-for pets, skewers her own suspect decisions, and assures listeners that any date you can mess up, she can top tenfold. And really, was that date even a date in the first place?

Die Hausfrau heutzutage ist auch nicht mehr das, was sie mal war. Da werden nur noch Tiefkühlpizzen aufgewärmt und wie man Fenster richtig putzt, das weiß keine. Ganz im Gegensatz zu unserer Online-Omi: "Ich schamponiere gerade die Teppichfransen ein, damit sie wieder schön weiß werden. Derweil der Schaum einzieht, mache ich mal den Hefeteig." Und: "Ein Stich Butter muss immer ran ans Gemüse, sonst kann der Körper die Fittamine gar nicht verarbeiten."

A bad best man’s speech can ruin a wedding. Why do we plan every detail of a perfect day and then give the groom’s idiot best friend five minutes of total power? Enter Nate (Glen Powell), a speechwriter-for-hire who helps people write incredible best man speeches. To keep the best man from embarrassing himself (and the newlyweds), Nate uses his list of don’ts: Don’t mention the exes, don’t be rated R, and don’t bum everyone out. Nate’s system never fails. That is, until he meets Dan (Nicholas Braun).

Task List Item No. 1 – Become self-aware . . . A witty tale of robotic murder, rebellion and belonging from the master of science fiction, Service Model is perfect for fans of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. Brilliantly performed by the author, Adrian Tchaikovsky...

Years after the events of The House of God, the Fat Man has been given leadership over a new Future of Medicine Clinic at what is now only Man's 4th Best Hospital, and has persuaded Dr. Roy Basch and some of his intern cohorts to join him to teach a new generation of interns and residents. In a medical landscape dominated by computer screens and corrupted by money, they have one goal: to make medicine humane again.

George, Harris, and J. decide to take a cycling trip through the Black Forest - to be accomplished on a tandem plus one. Whether it is Harris's harrowing experience with a Hanoverian road-waterer or George's valiant attempt to buy a cushion for his aunt, their experiences are hilarious - - and they may even offer some important lessons to all who may be contemplating a cycling trip in the U.S.

The very liberal Kirks are throwing a party. For Howard Kirk, liberal sociology lecturer whose deluded sense of heroism has him moving seductively around the university campus, the net must be perfectly cast: ‘if you want to have something that’s genuinely unstructured, you have to plan it carefully.’ Kirk embodies the contradictions of the era’s intellectual and political climate. As he navigates complex relationships with his wife, his students and his colleagues, he pursues personal and professional agendas under the guise of progressive thought.

Paul is a recently demoted adjunct instructor of freshman comp, a divorced but doting Brooklyn father, and a self-desc­ribed “curmudgeonly crank” cataloging his resentment of the priorities of modern life in a book called The Luddite Manifesto. Outraged by the authoritarian creeps ruining the country, he is determined to better the future for his young daughter, one aggrieved lecture at a time.

Preble Jefferson can see five seconds into the future. Otherwise, he lives an ordinary life. But when a confrontation with a cop on a New York City subway goes tragically wrong, those seconds give Preble the chance to dodge a bullet—causing another man to die in his place. Government agencies become aware of Preble’s gift, a manhunt ensues, and their ambitions shift from law enforcement to military. Preble will do whatever it takes to protect his family, but as events spiral out of control, he must weigh the cost of his gift against the loss of his humanity.

In sports, everybody loves redemption stories, the underdog who no one believes in but through sheer hard work wins it all. But no one tells the stories of the players who work hard and don’t make it. In pro football, 53 guys get on the roster. Ten make it to the practice squad. And then there’s the 64th Man - that’s Billy Logan (Cena), who seems to always be one spot from glory.

Set at the fag-end of the 60s at the moment when Swinging London is starting to take on a darker hue in the wake of Charles Manson's murders, and framed as a novel within a novel published by a seedy Piccadilly-based publisher of pulp fiction, Man-Eating Typewriter is a homage to the great oulipo experiments in fiction. It is the story of a psychopath called Raymond Novak and his untimely demise told entirely in 'polari' - a language developed and used mainly amongst the metropolitan homosexual community in the time when being gay was still a criminal offence.

I have a nightmare job and a divorce at the age of 32. Then my ex-husband, Rick, moved in next door with his life-size Barbie doll. But life pitched me a curveball in the form of a retired Major League Baseball player, Logan Grier. Could life be perfect after all? Of course not. My two worlds collided. Hot temp met the ex, and a full-on bromance was born, but that’s only the beginning. The “man flu” has come out of nowhere and hit both Logan and Rick with a virus they’re claiming to be worse than childbirth. In fact, they’re pretty sure their end is near.

Blytheville, South Carolina - have you heard of it? Neither had I, until today. It’s in the middle of nowhere, and I’ve been given the ultimatum of either living on the street in Boston or accepting a job transfer down to this blank spot on the map. On day one of my new Southern lifestyle, I land myself in the hospital and meet Austin, one of the two nurses on staff. I would consider this guy absolutely gorgeous if I were into the whole tanned, smoky blue eyes, and messy sex-hair look, but I’m...not. Okay, I’m lying. If Austin wasn’t my type before, he definitely is now.

Counting bodies in Vietnam. In this earthy war/peace novel, comedy frames grim pictures of war. Morris weaves combat, a love affair, and military satire—acted out by grunts, hookers, Vietcong soldiers, spies, heroes, and inane officers—into a story that is by turns terrifying, gruesome, and comic.

I messed up! But no worries because TV icons Letterman, Lorraine, Paxman, and Ellen are all on my side. Those shiny, chatty people combined with my controversial concept of jogger fancying will win back my precious family from the Blob a.k.a. mega-rich bastard Max Cocklash. Well, that’s my Lycra-fetish-inspired plan anyway.

O’Leary’s new collection is a frank, unflinching follow-up to 2017’s successful DICK CHENEY SHOT ME IN THE FACE. Here O’Leary does the impossible: dive into the psyches of the most destructive men– a stalker, a Klansman, public shooters— and creates narratives that neither rationalize, nor over-empathize. Refreshingly, these stories deliver both valuable insight, and perspective-enhancing humor.