The Crying of Natter 49
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
mr. flea just called the campus police on the frat boys next door. They lined the pledges up in the back yard with no shirts on, then went inside, and now they are shouting. Presumably they're drinking or something, or spanking them, whatever. Which, stupid, and if it keeps up all night could be annoying (for us) and potentially unsafe (for them), but I hate calling the cops about shit like this.
And here the cops are. Partly I'm afraid of retribution. Is this dumb?
And now the half-naked pledges are fleeing out the back door. Stupid cops didn't bother to send a second to watch the back.
Keep calling the cops on their rowdy asses, I say.
Last night I learnt that I know the guy who did the Where's Dildo? cartoon as well as one of the egg fucking the chicken (who came first?) and a dog putting cones on his master so he can't scratch his balls.
I mean, there's the guy on the one hand, and the lewd cartoons on the other, and last night someone put them together for me. Feeling of weirdness.
Must shower. Right.
Not your gradeschooler's Harry Potter...
These are probably safe for work, but suggestive of the play's content.
Our local paper yesterday had a little blurb in the entertainment section about a group of parents who are horribly distressed at "their" Harry doing a play like this -- a play that anyone, anyone can go to, that might end up scarring their little darlings from the horror of seeing Harry Potter's junk. The parents issued a plea to Daniel Radcliffe to think of the CHILDRUN and never, ever to accept such a role again.
My personal feeling is that any gradeschool kid who gets dragged to see
Equus
is going to be scarred so badly in so many ways that naked Harry Potter isn't even going to register.
Yeah really, what's more terrifying than naked adolescents? Hmm, maybe... mutilating horses?
Shiny website though, I love the animated Muybridgesque linkies.
Joe said that if I were to go see the play, that the horridness of
Equus
would make me forget nekkid DR. I told him, no. Other way around.
I was pretty scarred when I saw the film but I think I was 15 at the time and more in love with horses than boys.
Hair is cut, grocery shopping is done. Laundry is underway, but will take for freaking ever because the coin slot on one of the machines is jammed. And no, I didn't notice that until I'd loaded the washer and put in the soap. Of course. And I have 3 loads.
I am really, really, really not getting a headcold.
flea, I've been in a similar situation (unruly neighbors, worrying about retribution) before, sadly. I think you'll be fine. And keep calling the cops as necessary.
Our local paper yesterday had a little blurb in the entertainment section about a group of parents who are horribly distressed at "their" Harry doing a play like this -- a play that anyone, anyone can go to, that might end up scarring their little darlings from the horror of seeing Harry Potter's junk
People are so stupid sometimes.
Although, who am I to talk, because I'm sitting here wishing I had a bottle of wine in the house, but not enough to put outside pants back on to go buy one. Instead I'm sitting here Ilan-style with my hoodie on, watching TV off my DVR.