A sample scene from my play:
Scene: Greg in the kitchen with a helium balloon
Enter April
A: What are you doing?
G: Helmut got me started. I'm trying to find the point of equilibrium where the top of the balloon just touches the ceiling.
A: Helmut is such is a wacko.
G: He, of course, got it on the first try. I have been struggling for almost an hour.
A: Oh my GOD, where did you find that cheese? I've been searching everywhere for food.
g: No Ape, that's the last piece of cheese!!! The crackers just don't have the same weight to them. Have a cracker...
A: Ew, wheat thins. I hate them. Give me the cheese, I'm starving!
G: No.
A: Just a bite. A bite won't matter.
April lunges for the cheese
G: GET AWAY FROM THE CHEESE!
April takes a big bite from the cheese.
G: You bitch
The balloon has achieved "equilibrium" with just the top grazing the ceiling.
G: You BITCH!
A: I'm such a genius.
Scene.
And that's why I never became a playwright....
EAT IT MISSY!!
The other thing I was doing is something FOR YOU!!!!
Kate, dinner-making is most cool indeed! Congratulations to you, and to Cute Bookstore Guy for recognizing your homemade dinner-worthiness.
I forgot about all my floaty pens!
I really must go over to my mom's place and get my glasses back from her. It took me three careful readings before I could see anything but
I forgot all about my floaty penis!
I forgot all about my floaty penis!
Bwah! I'm sure if I had a floaty penis, I would not forget it!
Aw, thanks, JZ!
Kat, received and replied, and yay!
Sue, that was fabulous. I'm eager to discover how the balloon would have been rigged to behave properly on stage. Or is that the kind of thing that they don't bother about in playwriting class?
Then we played some pool, then I came home to find a message on my phone from Cute Bookstore Guy. Called him back -- he wants to make me dinner on Tuesday!
That's v. cute!
It would have been a slacker classic had I not stopped going to class and actually finished it.
Nice, Sue. Just think of all the lost potential slacker classics that suffered the same fate.
Sue, that was fabulous. I'm eager to discover how the balloon would have been rigged to behave properly on stage.
Thanks! There are only fragments of the play, and I was writing scenes without a narrative in mind (the basic plot was a guy and a girl at a party that never seems to end in a series of scenes that shows the path of their relationship), so in some scenes the two main characters are best friends and in some they had just met.
I hadn't figured the cheese out. I guess you'd have to weight it right, then add the cheese that was going to be eaten. I guess it would help to have it all be fake food except for the to-be-eaten cheese.
Oh No! I went and did some work and Tom called me. I would much rather have been talking to Tom. The only good part is I have voice mail!!
I'm watching the GA. Since I don't watch the show it's interesting, and rather a whirlwind.
Nice, Sue. Just think of all the lost potential slacker classics that suffered the same fate.
It seems to be the only true fate of a slacker classic. Those with the initiative to finish them weren't real slackers, were they?
The cheese & cracker helium balloon incident was something that my friend Kevin told me he witnessed at a party. Kevin, incidentally, won a Governor General's Award for Drama a few years ago. He's no slacker.
I loved your story. It reminded me of a report I just saw on high/higher end wines being offered in boxes. Seriously.
But then grandma wouldn't have been forced to get so creative. And who hasn't wanted to hammer at a bottle of wine, really?
I've found several wines that are using twist tops and are quite good but I haven't tried any of the new boxed wines. It's a solid concept, I will have to try one.
I'm a little sad that the Rhino store will no longer be around.
Then we played some pool, then I came home to find a message on my phone from Cute Bookstore Guy. Called him back -- he wants to make me dinner on Tuesday!
Yay!
Dude, I got bit by a cleaning bug. It's a wee bit early for spring cleaning, but I went on a tear today. I am not sure the last time things were this clean: vaccumed, dusted, scrubbed floors, did laundry, put away storage, cleaned out a closet, bagged up some stuff to get rid of, and just put away tons of stuff laying about. YAY clean house.
This might be the only thing that doesn't bite me. I wouldn't even bitch about any itching if it came with a clean house.
And learnt that my smoke alarm isn't worth shit, because there were plumes of smoke, enough to make my eyes and throat sting from the bacon I burnt. Not a peep out of the detector, though.
Mine goes off at the first hint of even steam. Which I used to find annoying until I caught my stove on fire. Now I find it comforting. I should go see the brand and pimp it to you. It's twitchy but turns out that is a good thing in a smoke detector.
This whole drunk dialing thing leaves a lot to be desired.
Be grateful, drunk dialing usually leaves a lot to be regretted instead.
