June 24, 2006
people with good ideas
Did you ever the movie, "Bullets Over Broadway?" I thought it had a lot of really dumb crap in it, just what you get a lot of when "actors" feed a script. Just listen to those morons.
"To be.. or not to be...??? I'm sorry, but I can't undertand this character. What does he MEAN??? What is his MOTIVE??? NOBODY says that kind of stuff.. and besides... I want that skull scene removed from this play. Who is "Yorik," and how did I ever come to know him so well? Were we homosexual lovers? If so, shouldn't I make it obvious who was the pitcher and who was the catcher between we two?"
Nope! I cannot do THIS silly play!!! Get me a GOOD writer... one of those people who publish in the New York Times frequenty. That Maroon Down person would be nice, or maybe that Jetson McVeigh guy they fired for being black. Let THEM write my dialogue and I am convinced that it would be perfect!
By the way, get anybody named Shakespere off of this set and bring me some TRUE writers in here.
Peple...peple who neeeed peple...are the luckiest peple...in the world...
Please don't walk off the set, Acidman. I only just blogrolled you last week.
Think about this, Aman. This could be hell, and if you die, you get to do it all over again. And if you croak, you MIGHT have to come back as ME. If that ain't enough to scare shit out of you, and put you back on the straight, well, rev that engine.
'sides, you ain't sposed to get to die till I meet you at a blogfest, and shake your scrawny hand. And I ain't coming there anytime soon. Suck it up, jethro.
Acidman walks into a book store with his young son. The boy is holding a quarter. Suddenly, the boy starts choking, going blue in the face. Acidman realizes the boy has swallowed the quarter and starts panicking, shouting for help. A well dressed, attractive and serious looking woman, in a blue business suit is sitting at a coffee bar reading a newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee. At the sound of the commotion, she looks up, puts her coffee cup down, neatly folds the newspaper and places it on the counter, gets up from her seat and makes her way, unhurried, across the book store. Reaching the boy, the woman carefully drops his pants; takes hold of the boy's testicles and starts to squeeze and twist, gently at first and then ever so firmly. After a few seconds the boy convulses violently and coughs up the quarter, which the woman deftly catches in her free hand. Releasing the boy's testicles, the woman hands the coin to the father and walks back to her seat in the coffee bar without saying a word. As soon as he is sure that his son has suffered no ill effects, Acidman rushes over to the woman and starts thanking her saying, "I've never seen anybody do anything like that before, it was fantastic. Are you a doctor?" "No," the woman replied, "divorce attorney."
Nahhhhhh, a REAL divorce lawyer would have kept the quarter ...
... AND cut the poor kid's balls off.
I am posting here because comments are closed on Sam's post.
Sam, my deepest condolences to you and the rest of the family. I have lost a friend.
Oh my gosh....This is really sad
Rob: In case you are reading your comments in Heaven: Thanks for your good works. We miss you. Godspeed to whatever is next.
Rob - you were the first site I checked out each day - couldn't wait to hear what was on your mind from one day to the next. Thanks for sharing your life with all of us. I am shocked, saddened beyond words at this moment - you will be missed sir.
a true original. a man of conviction. southern to the bone. may he rest in peace.
bye, blogdaddy. thank you for the support and inspiration.
You'll be mixing with some good writers now and I hope they give you some sweet laughs buddy,
I find that to be amazingly prescient for his last post. Shakespear? Yorick? To be or not to be? I mean, come on, how much synchronicity do you need?