“awfulnesses”
onesies & twosies
threesies & sixsies
Ruprecht the Dancing Mule
(tap? salsa?)
The oldest and most obscure weblog. Probably. Lovingly maintained and neglected by Shawn Kilburn.
“awfulnesses”
onesies & twosies
threesies & sixsies
Ruprecht the Dancing Mule
(tap? salsa?)
Towards the end of sparkle shot flying outward into perspicacious night–dance! ye clowns, dance in fuddlement at the orneriness of starlight
Contrary to concepts of great and serious mindmatter, there is no “it” to toss around like a ragbaby, trainwreck bedamned, Horatio! With friends like Horatio, Hamlet (Hamlet, Horatio) who needs fingertwisters, torturers and bagmen?
Concepts bedamned–there’s plenty to go around!
+armadillos creeping in to take over SW military installation–under whose direction?
+magic coffee which causes people to never sleep–hence, sleep deprivation, hence, hallucination and other assorted sleeplessness related dementia
+but who could be protagonists?
—–mushroom farmer (“ordinary” mushrooms) in the sewers of… NY(?) Cleveland(?) Albuquerque(?) London(?)
——Lion tamer from Scandinavia
albino, afraid of rats (weasels? rodents?) and parrots. why? agents of…
——Scapparah, King of the Indies. S. wears a crown with a duck, seven stars, a pentlaganet, several South American diseases/parasites, loves scrabble and other wordgames, has 17 children of 14 wives/concubines etc. (maybe he’s the emperor of the Indies?)
Man can never leave diner, but he has a bottomless cup of coffee–cast of characters visit him… (literary)
Masks–used to represent the roles/characters people take on
what if in a “realistic” play actors wore marks, removed them at points when the “real” pokes through–or maybe a good acting exercise…
afternoon taffies in the sun/heat
Realism but include morality play chars—->
[Everyman
Delectible Temptation,
etc etc]
Punch, Judy, et al
Revenge tragedy
bedroom farce
historical/pastoral/comical
lots of “doorways”–no doors?
lots of rushing about/props “backstage”
only what? notihng btwn audience/backstage
needs to be funny, not stopping
oh, perhaps Horus could show up,
deliver some milk
Set could be a dogcatcher
How much can I cram into one thing?
Who knew A’s true name?
Nought but a counting stark eats the green bagels and that’s a shame, Bertauzer murmured, grasping his sick belly to himself. ‘Ow’s he getting out the rope, now? Every gas has been analyzed and promoted beyond its pasty interferencing.
are you some kind of monkey glutton for online comics? or do you have a taste for glitter on your tongue? either way, there’s some things you can never get out of your mouth, here’s hoping anyway!
pshaw! warminster the oldenstyle cat, just eats and eats everything he can. That’s his way, the parmeluke, and p’raps sometime soon the daisty old cat-thing will grace us with his/her presence soon. blackandwhite or orangeandpumpkiny, that’s the size of it. mostlike. it’s been too long since that old cat-thing slept with us and laid his/her tail on our slight and wobbly head. yarr. here’s to claws and mudding hours and yellowyellow glowing eyes! three qaffs of liquor for that!
This article at the Boston Globe discusses analysis of America’s so-called cruise to empire. I liked this conclusion particularly (though I don’t agree with it entirely; I don’t think disinterest is necessarily a vice and certainly not unique to the States.):
For many years, Americans have resisted any expensive and long-lasting involvement with countries whose ways of life are thoroughly unfamiliar. We resist an imperial role for America not because we are humanitarians and internationalists but because we are stingy with our government and lack genuine interest in the rest of the world. Our best defenses against empire, as it turns out, lie not in our virtues but in our vices.