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Aug 01, 2012 05:50PM
LOL!!! Can't wait to see it!!!
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Good job, Frank! Great part of Hamlet! You no dumb, Frank!! ;D Total sarcasm....
LoL! `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
What an excellent gambol, dexterously, done, good madonna.
LoL.
I think I'll give it a shot with my novel characters xD I need to practice dialogue:Vira: (pulling Lukos down from the vent) Ladies first...On second thought why don't you go on ahead.
Lukos: If I'm a lady I sure am a Confident one! And men go last anyways.
Vira: Hey!(playfully)
Aeral: You two always bicker. Young Love.
Lukos and Vira: Ugh. (roll eyes)
Crystaline: Come on! Stop giggling and joking about we have a mission to do!
Aeral: (charmful and clever) Now Crystaline you know me.
Crystaline: Sadly I do. (wink)
Aria, nicely done! And welcome to 'Popcorn'.
I do like popcorn :DDD and that was more of mixture of lines from my book put into one conversation xD
I just wanted to say, Al I loved the interactions you wrote with the two writers in 1491.I thought that part when Writer #2 kept tossing popcorn at Writer #1 was so cute. I could totally imagine her doing that!
LoL! Al, you are way too young to have succinctly and accurately written this argument! It is so funny because it is true.And, inexplicably, this has got me doing some Popcorn. I'll go off line to create it and post it in a few.
Pandora: [Finishes eating the evening meal, last as always. She takes an inappropriately perverse pleasure in forcing the others to remain silent at the dinner table for as long as possible. She burps not loudly, but with just the right energy to mark the eating part of the meal closed. Teeth picking and conversation were next on the menu. As always, no one says anything, feeling that the break in the day's absence of verbiage needs to come from their mentor. Pandora laughs silently to herself, as she slowly picks food from her teeth.] Guy: Why do couples argue?
[No one says anything, they just look at Guy. He is completely oblivious to having broken an unspoken protocol. Pandora is pleased, however, but remains impassive.]
Pandora: What is this? [She looks around.] Surely all of you here must have something to say about that! [She laughs. The others giggle nervously.]
Guy: What? What's so funny?
Sophia: [Hisses loudly.] Don't you know? We are sworn to silence, from morning to dusk. And, furthermore, most everyone here has taken a vow of celibacy. There is no arguing.
Guy: I don't believe that!
Sophia: What do you mean? We don't lie.
Guy: Of course you don't. Not here.
Sophia: Oh.
Guy: 'Oh' what?
Sophia: You're one of those.
Guy: Huh? That is kind of insulting.
Sophia: No, it isn't.
Guy: Yes, it is.
Sophia: No, it isn't!
Pandora: And here, people, we have the reason why people argue!
Sophia & Guy: [At the same time.] It is not!
LOL!!! I like Pandora... MWAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!(coughing fit) Ugh. Forget it. School tomorrow... D'arvit.
YES!!!!!!!!!! I am obsessed to the point it is unhealthy. I did not like book 7 at all, though. Probably the only book I could not find joy in the whole way through. Have you read book 8 yet?
Alex (Al) wrote: "I have two more to read. I'm not ready to read the end yet. Lol"LOL!!! I know, ever since the book series ended, I've been doubling up on reading fanfics. Which I almost never do. It is sad, though, that he needs to end it.
Alex (Al) wrote: "Opal Deception is my favorite. I absolutely love Opal."LOL, I LOVE HER TOO!!!!!!!!!!!! Favorite villain OF ALL TIME, other than Artemis. I liked The Time Paradox best. XD I love time travel twists...
Sara: (executing a move that looked like a combination of judo and tae kwon do) HI-YAH!Pirate: Oomph!
Nikara: (planting a foot on his chest) Don't scream, or you will regret it.
Pirate: (nodding furiously)
Kyra: Who the heck are you?
Pirate: (whispering) Jack.
Sara: Like Captain Jack Rose?
Jack: I prefer to think of it as more like Captain Jack Sparrow.
Kyra: (sighing) If the whole crew's like this, we shouldn't have a problem.
Sara: Aye. Now, Jack. You wouldn't tell anyone that we're here, right? We don't want any loose ends.
Jack: (a little more bold) And what happens if I am a loose end?
Sara: (grinned dangerously) We cut the loose end.
Jack: (paling again) I won't tell.
Sara: I'll take your word for it.
Jack: But I don't have to.
Nikara: What?
Kyra: Um, guys?
Other pirate: Aye, you've got larger problems than Jack 'ere.
Chrissy: Hey, I think Kayla's gone.Julian: Why do you say that?
Chrissy: Cause she hasn't been here in forever...
Me: *walks out of trees, scuffed up, and grumbling* Stupid little....I see them again I'll *trails off in a train of unitelligable words*
Julian: Woah...what happened to you?
Me: I don't wanna talk about it.
Chrissy: Maribel?
Me: No.
Chrissy: Tom?
Me: No, worse.
Chrissy: Who then?
Me: My siblings.
Julian & Chrissy: *burst out laughing*
Me: Oh shut up! I just got doggy piled by an eleven year old, a three year old, a one year old, and my smelly puggle!
Julian & Chrissy: *continue to laugh*
Me: *glares and storms off*
Julian: I think we made her mad.
Chrissy: She already was.
Julian: She'll probably kill us now.
Chrissy: *shrugs* Probably.
Julian: And you don't care?
Chrissy: Meh, I've got more important things to worry about.
Julian: Like?
Chrissy: Figuring out ways to make her like us again.
Julian: *sighs* Wow...
Chrissy: Hey! I'm trying to stay alive here!
Julian: I thought you didn't care about dying...?
Chrissy: I'll care about dying when it happens.
Me: Hm...I need to think of some slow and painful deaths...Ariana: Why?
Me: *solemnly* I'm not going to answer that. Do you have any ideas?
Ariana: Poison, slow torture...there's a lot.
Me: Hm...what kind of poison?
Ariana: I'm not sure I should say.
Me: Nevermind. I'll find something on my own. *walks out*
Me: Dang...I could use some help here.(Back with Chrissy and Julian. They had been spying)
Julian: We must've really ticked her off.
Chrissy: We're screwed...
Julian: Isn't there some way to convince her against it?
Chrissy: Psh, the onlt thing she cares about is her Sonic nerdness. And her writing, but I'm no good with that stuff.
Julian: What about blackmail? Steal her writing, then give it back in exchange for our lives?
Chrissy: *nods* You may just have an idea there...
"Hatchet:"Hello, Chrissy.Me: What in the world are YOU doing here? I thought you were in a post weeks ago, in the "Stork" story.
"Hatchet:" Well there is some reason you are bringing me up again.
Me: Hmm. I guess you are one of the rarest characters I had fun making. You were interesting. . .
"Hatchet:" Thank you. :D
Me: And creepy.
"Hatchet:" What?!
Me: Yeah. People found you kind of frightening, which was good.
"Hatchet:" I am not trying to be, you jerk!
Me: Well you were supposed to.
"Hatchet:" That is it. Drive me home I want to get out of here!
Me: Well where do you live?
"Hatchet:" I don't know somewhere. You never established that.
Me: Fine.
(I drive him home in my imaginary car. . . which can only be possible here since I still do not drive. . .)
---
Dave: Hey.
Me: Now you?
Dave: Hey. I am freaking out.
Me: Okay. . . why?
Dave: I heard that I first existed in a dream.
Me: Yeah. Kinda.
Dave: What. . .? You mean I don't. . . really exist?
Me: Well as long as you keep talking here you do.
Dave: Oh. That's not that bad. I'll take that. Fair enough.
Me: Good.
(Pause_).
Dave: So . . . what about me was in the dream?
Me: Well, not including you, the surreal beginning where "Hatchet" speaks to the "reader" was in the dream exactly. Sometimes I dream about things that are like movies.
Dave: Yeah. What about me?
Me: Uhh. I don't want to get into that. Well let's say about 60 percent of what you and Carla went through happened in the dream.
Dave: Why are you uncomfortable to talk about that?
Me: Let's say you and Hatchet went a different way.
Dave: Oh really?
Me: Yeah. Listen I gotta go. . .
(I float off to the sky. . . since this is all in writing world anyway. I can do anything!) :P
(Dave thinks about the last thing I said).
Dave: That means that. . . aw! Ew!
Writer #1: I wish I’d stop doing a lot of things, sleeping with you for one. . . .Writer #2: [D]o you forget all the lies you tell women while you’re banging them? . . .
Wow! This thread’s done some growing up. I should drop in more often.
Don’t apologize for writing something thrilling! Every now and then, it’s healthy to engage in the forbidden.
Chrissy: Okay...random person talking to me.Julian: *barely taking notice* Have you found anything?
Chrissy: I have some notebooks and her old laptop *smirks*
Julian: Why're you smirking?
Chrissy: The notebooks have her first fanfic in them.
Julian: Which are?
Chrissy: G.I Joe. It's pretty funny. Some pages are missing though.
Julian: I wonder why?
Chrissy: I don't know, but she does seem to have a crush on one of the Joes.
Julian: Who?
Chrissy: She's mad enough already. I don't think even blackmail would stop her from deleting me from existence.
Julian: Okay...?
Me: *crosses something off a piece of paper* No...that wouldn't work. What about? *scribbles something else off* No, that won't either. Zach: What're you doing?
Me: Ah! Zach! Get out of here! *pushes him out door* Out! Out! OUT! *slams door shut and locks it*
Zach: Uh...I'll leave you alone then.
Me: *sits down at desk and reaches for noteboooks, then realizes they aren't there* Who stole me notebooks!?
*silence*
Me: Chrissy and Julian...those little *clenches fists and swipes paper into a trash can* They're doomed. Once I get my hands on just the one...*storms out of room, exceedingly ticked off* They're dead.
Me: Ha! I love this thread.Erik: I don't.
Me: Well, you don't like anything.
Erik: That's not true.
Me: Really? Name one thing that you like.
Erik: I like....um.... Oh, I like firecrackers. They're fun.
Me: please tell me you're not going to put those in the fireplace again.
Erik: You told me not to lie anymore.
Me: I should ship you off to military school. Then I can call you cadet Erik.
Erik: Have you been watching Malcom in the Middle?
Me: Maybe...
Erik:
Note: I am trying a slightly different formatting to see if it reads better.Guy: [Knocks on the doorless door frame to Pandora's chamber. The knocking, which although done quietly, could still be heard throughout the main floor of the old house being used for Pandora's retreat centre.] Excuse me, Pandora. I apologize for the interruption, but you have received a request from someone who would like to speak with you.
Pandora: And what made this particular requestor important enough that you felt the need to interrupt my meditation?
Neve: [Before he can answer, Neve, who had run down the hall to catch up with Guy, interrupts him. Her face is red with embarrassment and frustration.] Guy! What are you doing interrupting Pandora!? You know the rules!
Guy: Define 'know.' I have read them — glanced at them, really, I guess. Aren't rules—
Neve: —meant to be understood and followed! And one of the important ones is to not interrupt the master during matins' meditation! [She turns to Pandora, and bows to her.] I am so sorry. This won't happen again! [She turns to Guy.] Well, what are you doing, standing there!? Get going, back to your spot.
Guy: [Doesn't move.]
Neve: [Is beginning to be visibly angry, and hisses] Guy! Get—
Pandora: Neve! [Her voice was quiet, but somehow the energy in it stopped Neve in mid-sentence. Her red face is now very red.]
Neve: Y-e-s?
Pandora: Is it not your assignment to train the newbies?
Neve: Yes. Of course. I am—
Pandora: —unable to follow the simple 'rule' that you keep the newbies in their seats during meditation.
Neve: I … [She is unable to finish her sentence.]
Pandora: I take it, Guy, that she fell asleep? Again?
Guy: Yes, she did. When I heard the knock on the back door, I didn't want it to wake her. And so I answered it as quickly and quietly as I could. [Long pause during which no one says anything.] She didn't hear a thing. That was, until the visitor quite loudly announced that he was 'here to see someone called Pandora. It is,' he added with a straight face, 'a matter of life and death!' He really emphasized that.
Pandora: And you believed him?
Guy: [Laughs.] No, not at all.
Pandora: Then why did you feel the need to interrupt my meditation to announce him?
Guy: Because it struck me that he didn't have enough respect for me or this place to allow me to put him off. Also, I thought it was very funny that he would have come to this retreat of quasi-religious withdrawal and mediation and demand an audience because it was 'a matter of life and death.' Isn't everything about being here ultimately about that ultimate? It just struck me that he was a bit of an arrogant moron trying to throw his weight around.
Pandora: [Laughs for a long time.] Thank you, Guy, thank you! I haven't laughed that hard in quite some time. It has provided me with a far, FAR better meditation than the cross legged sitting I was doing. [She turns to look at Neve.] Neve, would you please go to our honoured visitor, and request that he wait.
Neve: As you will. [She turns and begins to leave. Then stops.] How long before you will see him?
Pandora: I have no idea. How long is he willing to wait?
I wondered if you were really going to bed!And now I've forgotten the other popcorn that popped into my head. I got waylaid writing on the iPad, which I find interrupts my thinking quite horribly.
Please, breathe! I assure you that having Frank give you mouth-to-mouth is not the same as kissing! LoL.
I am sure that Frank will take that as a compliment, coming from me. LoL.Glad you liked the formatting. I sped it up by using my text editor, and instead of typing in the html code everywhere, I used 'find and replace' to replace Name1: with < b>Name1:< /b>, etc. This really speeds up the writing/formatting. And, likewise, I replaced [ with < i>[ and ] with ]< /i> to set the italics for the non-speaking directions.
Ahhhh! Chocolate. Today, at the farmers market @ Granville Island, we picked up some mighty fine chocolate covered espresso beans, almonds, and some hand made chocolate from a local artisan that is to die for. But the real decadence is the pain au chocolat from the French bakery - basically French croissants with a chocolate paste filling that is, well, heaven. Hmmmm. Now that you have suggested that, maybe it is time to nibble too. (But my pants are getting just a bit too tight! Do I have control? Sigh. It would seem so. Tonight, anyway.)Forever, eh? Frank just wants to know what's in her box, I suppose. LoL.
Monday!? Our schooling doesn't start until the day after labour day. And the 3 day classes I'm teaching don't actually start until the first week of October. Which is a good thing, since I am supposed to be writing the second one now, but am doing this stuff instead. LoL.
Good luck. I am about to shut down, too. I have more popcorn! But not tonight. See you tomorrow (later today).
From those who have taken philosophy, I am not sure that you will really be required to think. It seems like it is more an application of logic — more like a misapplication, and remembering things. Hope your philosophy prof proves me wrong.Good night!
Michelle wrote: "Me: Ha! I love this thread.Erik: I don't.
Me: Well, you don't like anything.
Erik: That's not true.
Me: Really? Name one thing that you like.
Erik: I like....um.... Oh, I like firecrackers. They'..."
Michelle, nice popcorn and welcome to this addictive, interesting, imaginative, challenging thread. Sometimes interweaving between the various characters happens. I am an irregular here, but whenever I dip in I have fun.
And it is great practice in dialogue and creative imagination. Have fun!
Guy wrote: "Michelle wrote: "Me: Ha! I love this thread.Erik: I don't.
Me: Well, you don't like anything.
Erik: That's not true.
Me: Really? Name one thing that you like.
Erik: I like....um.... Oh, I like fi..."
Why thank you. I wanted to write one earlier but I was on my iPod and couldn't get Internet.
Me: You'd think that since I created them I could just summon them...(Chrissy and Julian step from the shadows)
Me: You'd better have a pretty good explanation for taking my notebooks!
Chrissy: You know why we took them!
Me: I do?
Julian: I would assume.
Me: What are you two talking about? Oh please don't tell me you ran into Sage.
Chrissy: No! We did not! You're planning on killing us!
Me: I am?
Chrissy: Don't play dumb! We heard you talking about it!
Me: *laughs* You...actually...thought I was gonna-? *can't finish and clutches stomach from laughing so much*
Julian: Why're you laughing?
Me: *manages to gain slight control of self* Y-you two...*shakes head in disbelief* I'm not planning on killing YOU! I was plotting against my siblings! It was a joke!
Chrissy: What!? *grows about two feet*
Julian: Oh.
Me: Why would I kill you guys? You're the characters from one of my better books!
Chrissy: B-but we ticked you off!
Me: Please, you've ticked me off plenty of times. I would've killed you like fifty times by now.
*silence*
So, Buxton was hiding in the wardrobe, with the handbags.
Alex (Al) wrote: "Oh, the game is called "Slender". A guy in a suit with no face stalks you through the woods while you collect notes. It's startling as...heck. Lol"GASP! Have you gone on Youtube??? You have got to have seen Pewdiepie to have gotten the idea to play the game.
I don't know why but I find that guy really funny. I stopped seeing his videos though 'cuz I thought seeing his videos was getting rather obsessive (and excessive).
Pewdiepie is more often times annoying but once in a while he is funny. He says all kinds of gibberish as he plays scary games. . . but he freaks out BEYOND NORMALCY when he finds parts really scary. You have to turn the volume down before he freaks out though (unless you want to surprise people around the coffee shop or wherever you are at the time, Alex!) :D
I’ve been rereading the tail of this thread. Some of it is very funny!“Me: (She sighs and walks off, mumbling to herself.) God, he's such a twit. . . . Weird. I’m getting a ton of strange ads for pregnancy tests. Frank? Are you pregnant again? Tsk, tsk. I told you that would happen sooner or later. . . . (Smirks.) Hey, Buxton! It's safe to come out. He's gone!
“Buxton: (Pops out of a wardrobe.) Thank goodness. i hate that man! . . . Why’d you have to go and give me a name like that, huh? I sound like a pansy.”
I’d better go out and mow. The weather’s nice and I have no excuse not to.
Very funny, Al!Pandora: I wasn't busy, when I was in the trade, like I am now that I am in a place of meditation and prayer.
Guy: [Laughs] That must mean you weren't popular when you were hooking!
Pandora: [Laughs] Funny, I never thought of that. No, oddly enough, it seems to me that, ultimately, attractiveness isn't as important to men as women think it is.
Guy: That doesn't make sense!
Pandora: Really? When men buy 'girlie' magazines, how much time do you think they look at the woman's eyes or face?
Guy: [Pauses, face a little red] But that is just plain sad! And now I'm embarrassed to be a member of that sex!
Pandora: [Laughs] Well, don't be. It would seem that what men generally find the most attractive is a ratio of waist to hips which just happens to be associated with the highest rates of fertility. Men's 'desire' is linked to a ratio regardless of actual weight or shape, and the face and eyes are not the dominant factor.
Guy: But then you are saying that we are just reacting to biological imperatives! I don't believe that, especially coming from you, here!
Pandora: [Smiles] To deny the physical roots of your existence is to deny who you are. Impulse and action are not the same. Nothing stops the conscious mind from embracing urge and desire as both natural and necessary. But in the end, both are only a possible expression out of the 10,000 acts available to the conscious mind.
Guy: But you make that sound simple! That's not fair!
Pandora: Fair? Fair is simply the colour of hair, and as ephemeral. [Laughs. Pandora's exercise to not laugh having yet again gone astray. And as she laughed, she wondered: is my laughter instinctual? And laughed even louder.]
This thread is highly entertaining, but I am a bit clueless about the characters! Pandora and Frank, are they alter egos, Guy and Alex?! Sorry if I am wrong!
Ajay wrote: "This thread is highly entertaining, but I am a bit clueless about the characters! Pandora and Frank, are they alter egos, Guy and Alex?! Sorry if I am wrong!"Ajay, Pandora is a character in the book I've almost finished writing. She is very interesting, I think, and very funny. If you would like to see her genesis, visit 'my writing' here in Goodreads. The quick intro is in the short story Bilgewater in Heaven but the long version is in the almost finished novel The Wong Wedding and Other Tribulations. (Al, did you ever finish Wong?)
Sometimes these popcorn-things are very funny. And As well as Al & Frank, there's M and Alison, and especially M and his mice, several pages back.
Welcome to popcorn! It is very addictive, perhaps because the butter is real and the salt comes from the sea.
Nkara: It's nice to see this thread active again.Kyra: You contributed to it not being active, you know.
Sara: So did you.
Nikara: Pregnancy ads? Am I reading this right?
Alison: (Scrubbing a pot at the kitchen sink.) What do you think of my waist-to-hip ratio?M: (Puzzled, pulling on his boots.) What prompted that?
Alison: Pandora says that the waist-to-hip ratio most associated with fertility is what men find most attractive.
M: I wouldn’t know about that.
Alison: (Looking up.) You’re a man, aren’t you?
M: Last time I checked.
Alison: What do you make of Pandora’s remark?
M: (With a sigh.) I think people love oversimplifications.
Alison: What do you mean?
M: (Rolling up his sleeves.) Some women have hourglass figures. Some are shaped sort of like a pear. Some are barrel chested. Some have a straight figure. Some have a figure like an upside-down triangle, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. Probably most have somewhere-in-between kinds of figures.
Alison: What kind of figure do I have?
M: (Smiles.) You have the ideal figure. To me, anyway.
Alison: I don’t think of myself as having an hourglass figure.
M: Not really. You’re a little hippy for that, and you have a small bust.
Alison: Pear shape?
M: No. You don’t have narrow, sloping shoulders. I guess you’re somewhere between pear shape and hourglass shape, a short version.
Alison: (Dropping the pot in the sink.) Oh, thanks!
M: You’re five feet tall. You have to wear five-inch heels to be as tall as an ordinary woman.
Alison: (After a pause.) You don’t seem to mind me.
M: (Rubbing sunblock on his face and neck and forearms, looks at her honestly.) You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Alison: (Smiles, putting the pot on the drying rack.) So, there’s not some other waist-to-hip ratio you like better than mine?
(M shakes his head.)
Alison: Don’t you think there are men who are turned on by women with big busts and narrow hips?
M: (Putting on his diver’s watch.) Probably.
Alison: (Drying her gloves, then pulling them off.) Then Pandora’s notion that there’s a particular ratio that’s most appealing may not be entirely true.
M: If it were, then why haven’t all the less-collectively-preferred ratios died out, as matter of natural selection?
Alison: Pandora says that when men look at pictures in girlie magazines, they don’t spend much time looking at the models’ faces.
M: (Raises his eyebrows.) Pandora says a lot of interesting things, doesn’t she?
Alison: What do you think about it?
M: (Shrugs.) That doesn’t seem a very fair example--I mean, to me, it doesn’t--for Pandora to use.
Alison: Why do you say that?
M: Well, for one thing, the models are hired to exemplify the role of women as objects or as projection carriers. The better they are at modelling, the better they do that.
Alison: So it isn’t safe to conclude that all men see women merely as objects to be used?
M: I would hope not!
Alison: (Letting the water out of the sink.) What turns you on about a woman, makes her seem physically attractive to you?
M: (Scratches his head.) I suppose it has a lot to do with the way she looks at me and talks to me, with the way she is. (He heads for the sliding door, then turns and smiles.) All things, among many others, that you’re a sorceress when it comes to them.
(He goes out and slides the door closed. Smiling, Alison puts the gloves in the cabinet under the sink.)
Alex (Al) wrote: "Frank's my muse, lover, the man I hate and the man I love. Frank and I are each other's prisoners. We can't leave one another no matter how hard we try. Tied to each other for all eternity.Wow. All those haikus makes sense to me now! You both make a highly volatile couple. Highly entertaining too!
Guy wrote: "Ajay wrote: "This thread is highly entertaining, but I am a bit clueless about the characters! Pandora and Frank, are they alter egos, Guy and Alex?! Sorry if I am wrong!"Ajay, Pandora is a chara..."
I just finished reading 'Bilgewater In Heaven - a Short Story'! Loved it, Guy! As usual, your trademark humor was in full swing and the writing was wonderful. My laptop has bailed out on me, so I'l get around and read 'The Wong Wedding and Other Tribulations' this weekend. Still at work.
Ajay, :-).Thank you for reading that bit of verbiage. And it brings a huge smile to my face that you enjoyed it. It was fun to write. If you read through Wong, you'll see that Bilgewater is an extract from it.
Alas, I recently re-read it and I am chagrined at the amount of editing it needs. But I threw it up there anyway. I will get to that one day. Yeah, right!
M, great popcorn! Loved its philosophical nature. But, for now, back to work.
