Let us converse about MONOLOGUES

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by Ice Cream Jonsey » Sun Jul 27, 2003 8:16 pm

Hey, just wanted to say to the Conversationalist: you are doing great work, kid. Don't let a momentary lap in responses deter you. Next to the fifty or so chicks I'm sweet on that are either being posted about in these threads or posting directly in these threads you're like my favorite poster as of late. Doing great work! I can respect that. It really makes me happy to see someone pumping it up like this.


Have I ever told you of the miracle of Jesus Christ?


It's a lot more difficult to get Celebrity Monologues than I originally thought. It doesn't help that John Carmack and Charlie Wiederhold all of a sudden aren't speaking to us any more. I'm gonna go ahead and post a frowny on that. :(


Did you know that only 144,000 people are going to make it to Heaven? Kinda weird, eh?


But sometimes I think this place relies too heavily on ole Pinback there. He's a great guy and had definitely molded this place in his image, but when he goes on vacation, is away from the Internet, is out contemplating suicide, or is in his tub in the fetal position trying to remember the big ending to "Now I Know My ABCs," things have a tendency to slow to a crawl. So, basically, thanks.


By the way, just asking, but.... do you swing?

by The Conversationalist » Wed Jul 16, 2003 8:12 pm

Attempting to strictly ADHERE to the METER during PERFORMANCE can detract from the EMOTIONAL REALITY that the ACTOR is trying to PORTRAY.

by Worm » Wed Jul 16, 2003 8:04 pm

Couldn't you of done that in proper meter?

Let us converse about MONOLOGUES

by The Conversationalist » Wed Jul 16, 2003 7:48 pm

TOMORROW and TOMORROW and TOMORROW creeps in this PETTY PACE from DAY to DAY to the last SYLLABLE of RECORDED TIME and all our YESTERDAYS have LIGHTED FOOLS the way to DUSTY DEATH. Out, out BRIEF CANDLE!

Life's but a WALKING SHADOW, a POOR PLAYER that STRUTS and FRETS his HOUR upon the STAGE and then is HEARD NO MORE: it is a TALE told by an IDIOT full of SOUND and FURY, signifying NOTHING.

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