My whole life, I've never loved anything else.

Oz ,'Him'


Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Beverly - Jan 31, 2010 10:18:49 am PST #8570 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

I was just going to say, we don't bite...unless you ask. ammitch. ammith.

Congratulations, Seska, both on your confirmation and on the non-flammatory nature of the ceremony.

Gentle yays to Lucy-cat. And all good thoughts to the spotty pup and her folks.


javachik - Jan 31, 2010 10:24:27 am PST #8571 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.

Bev, are those short or long "a"s?


Polter-Cow - Jan 31, 2010 10:26:18 am PST #8572 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

Man, I have one big monologue in this play, and there is one line that's a complicated complex sentence with polysyllabic words and it's killing me.

It's so hard to enunciate simple words! Apparently I can't say "heard a rumor" without slurring.


Beverly - Jan 31, 2010 10:26:30 am PST #8573 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Double mms mean short a--as in as, at, am. Amych, for example, rhymes with PB&J sammich, and amyth is an abbreviated amethyst. Right?


amych - Jan 31, 2010 10:27:32 am PST #8574 of 30000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

::looks on with great bemusement::


Beverly - Jan 31, 2010 10:31:04 am PST #8575 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

P-C, first, I meant to say good for you on being strong during your phone convo with your mom. It's already so much different than it was even a year ago--at least from what you're reporting here. Whatever progress you've made, it's all on you, because you're doing all the work. Good onya.

About the dialog thing, what always helped me was reading it walking. Slow it down, take it a syllable at a time, each beat to a step. It sounds stupid while you're doing it, but it sort of imprints the consonants and the vowels in a way so you can recall and recite them. Like singers learning a song in a foreign language phonetically. Once you have the dialog down and can say it clearly, you can add emotion to it later.


javachik - Jan 31, 2010 10:31:48 am PST #8576 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.

Why do we bewilder you, Amych?


Steph L. - Jan 31, 2010 10:32:05 am PST #8577 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

For fuck's sake. Why am I arguing with a racist, sexist, fuckneck douchebag on the internet? He thinks his racist "joke" is "satire."

UR DOIN IT RONG.


Beverly - Jan 31, 2010 10:32:25 am PST #8578 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

::looks on with great bemusement::

Well, it makes sense in my head. Which, yeah, scary.


Steph L. - Jan 31, 2010 10:37:23 am PST #8579 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Here's the "satire":

Walk Naked in America Day!

As you may already know, it is a sin for a Muslim male to see any woman other than his wife naked. He must commit suicide if he does.

So next Saturday at 4 PM EST, all American women are asked to walk out of their house completely naked to help weed out any neighborhood terrorists.

Circling your block for one hour is recommended for this anti-terrorist effort.

All patriotic men are to position themselves in lawn chairs in front of their house to prove they are not Muslims, to demonstrate they think it's okay to see nude women other than their wives and to show support for all American women.

Since Islam also does not approve of alcohol, a cold 6-pack at your side is further proof of your anti-Muslim sentiment.

The American government appreciates your efforts to root out terrorists and applauds your participation in this anti-terrorist activity

God Bless America!

When confronted, the fuckneck stated (with apparently no sense of irony) that "it's SATIRE!"

I asked what exactly it was satirizing, and he started quoting a "Jane, you ignorant slut" routine from Saturday Night Live.

(This is someone in my wider social circle, and at some point I'm going to be in the same room with him and it's not going to pretty. [1] He's a racist fuckneck. [2] He's a sexist fuckneck. [3] Don't try to call your bigotry "satire"; that's the weakest of weak excuses. [4] You misunderstand the entire concept of satire, which just makes me sad that you're so unintelligent.)

I asked The Boy if this person was mentally ill, because this is not the first time he's pulled shit like this. And then I realized that was *very* unfair of me, because mental illness does NOT equal bigoted fuckneckness. Sometimes a bigot is just a bigot.