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2002-12-07 - 9:11 p.m. I feel terrible. That's really all I have to say here. Nothing else, just that I don't feel so good. Typos can be really freakin' hilarious sometimes. *WARNING- The following anecdote is A)Gaymer related and B) was probably one of those "You had to be there" things, so feel free to ignore it. I won't care. So I'm currently running a Dungeons and Dragons "gayme" for Tickler and the lovely Christine. It's so cute- the two of them are so completely bent on taking anything that's not nailed down, and bound and determined to kill anything that moves. Reminds me of a young me. And I play pretty fast and loose with the rules, so it's like a power gaymer/munchkin's heaven over here. After I described a kitchen to her that had a bucket half-filled with dried cement, Christine asked me, "If I tie a rope to the bucket and swing it at someone, how much damage would it do?" Anyhow, Tickler is playing an Elf who weighs in at all of 90 pounds. At one point during our last game, Tickler told me he was going to throw food to the giant rats attacking him. Me- How much food are you throwing them? Tickler- Well, let's see...(Consults character sheet.) I'm currently carring 716 pounds of food... Me- WHAT?!?!?!?!? Turns out he was carrying seven days worth of food, or something like that. But I think the idea of a 90 pound guy carrying more than seven times his body weight in food, plus other shit, is...not nearly as amusing as it probably seemed at the time. Ah well. But, Plugs- Viola had her wisdom teeth out and she's taking it like a man. She's also job hunting like a man, and cleaning the kitchen like a good woman. Wonder if she's barefoot. Yep, I'm gonna get hit for that one. She's also listening to Martina McBride, but I don't think we should hold that against her. Meanwhile, Warren is all up in everyone's face about just exactly what the wisdom teeth are. When I had my wisdoms out, I got dry sockets and had to get the dentist to flush out the sockets and pack them with medicated gauze. He used his water pik. His water pik which shot ice water. On my exposed jawbone. That was the worst pain of my life. So we begin and end with Ken not feeling so good. Ah well. Let's have a song. They say that there's a broken light for every heart on Broadway. They say that life's a game And then they take the board away They give you masks and costumes and an outline of a story Then leave you all to improvise Their vicious cabaret. In no longer pretty cities There are fingers in the kitties There are warrants, forms, and chitties And a jack-boot on the stair. There's sex and death and human grime In monochrome for one thin dime, And at least the trains all run on time But they don't go anywhere. Facing their responsibilities Either on their backs or on their knees There are ladies who just simply freeze And dare not turn away. And the widows who refuse to cry Will be dressed in garter and bow-tie and be taught to kick their legs up high In this vicious cabaret. At last the 1998 show! The ballet on the burning stage! The documentary seen Upon the fractured screen. The dreadful poem scrawled Upon the crumpled page! There's a policeman with an honest soul That has seen whose head is on the pole And he grunts and fills his briar bowl With a feeling of unease. Then he briskly frisks the torn remains For a fingerprint or crimson stains and endeavours to ignore the chains That he walks in to his knees. While his master in the dark nearby Inspects the hands with brutal eye That have never brushed a lover's thigh But have squeezed a nation's throat. And he hungers in his secret dreams For the harsh embrace of cruel machines But his lover is not what she seems And she will not leave a note At last the 1998 show! The situation tragedy! Grand opera slick with soap! Cliff-hangers with no hope! The water color in the flooded gallery. There's a girl who'll push but will not shove And she's desperate for her father's love. She believes the hand beneath the glove May be one she needs to hold. Though she doubts her host's moralities She decides that she is more at ease In the land of doing-as-you-please Than outside in the cold. But the backdrops peel and the sets give way And the cast get eaten by the play There's a murderer at the matinee There are dead men in the aisles. And the patrons and the actors too Are uncertain if the show is through And with sidelong looks await their cue But the frozen mask just smiles. At last the 1998 show! The torch-song no one ever sings! The curfew chorus line! The comedy divine! The bulging eyes of puppets Strangled by their strings! There's thrills and chills and girls galore There's sing-songs and suprises! There's something here for everyone! Reserve your seat today! There's mischiefs and malarkies But no queers or yids or darkies Within this bastards carnival This vicious cabaret! Ken � |