I went to my first Karate championship this weekend as a spectator. I actually thought that it would be more cumbersome than it actually turned out to be. I watched my own children compete. I was really proud of them. They both have been training for barely 6 weeks and they did very well. Thomas took second place in his division and Maddy took first in hers. I will admit that Maddy only had one other little girl in her division. But as we look into history we do see that many heroes and conquerors are normal people who stood up when the occasion came. To mention a few G. Washington, S. Bolivar, W. Churchill, and Chicken Little. Maddy is my Chicken Little. She and the other little girl she fought both deserved the medals they got. There were many of other little girls in the stands who were little sisters that could have been out there but were not. As Woody Allen once said “Showing up is 80 percent of success!” As for poor Thomas, he cried when he lost his last round. It’s kinda hard when it’s your first time to compete in front of 400+ spectators all yelling and screaming and your only 10 years old. It’s a lot of pressure. He stilled rocked!
So Sportsfans please to be looking at pictures of the weekend sporting events by clicking on:
http://picasaweb.google.es/rustyfirestone/Karate#
So now it is time for the Random Movie Review. Friday night I watched “Quantum of Solace”. It is the second instalment of Daniel Craig’s James Bond. I give it a thumbs up. There was a lot of fast action and the story line was good enough as far as 007 movies go. If you read my blog on the Bond movie about Casino Real you will remember I called Mr. Craig’s Bond “a thug”. Apparently this is what many other movie reviewers have had in common with me when writing about this latest Bond as well. Mr. Craig’s for some reason is gadget less. No laser watches, no explosive extractable teeth, not even a glow-in-the-dark-musical condom! Mr. Bond was all about machine guns and fist fighting. Apparently Roger Moore complained about this saying that his Bond was more of a lover. Try “Womanizer” Mr. Moore.
But there is something that Mr. Craig and Mr. Moore have in common. They are both the only Major English Bonds that there have ever been. Of course I am not counting David Nivens who is known as a “Lesser known Bond”.
Sean Connery was Scottish, George Lazenby was Australian, Timothy Dalton was Welsh, Pierce Brosnan was Irish and Barry Nelson, was of all things an American and the first on film Bond ever.
In other movie news: I saw the Cohen Brothers Movie “Read and Burn” I am usually a fan of these 2 siblings but for this movie I will just have to say “Watch and Burn”.
Also I would like to welcome a new group of friends to the blog-cast. They are all from high school. “You’ve been served”. Heh-heh!
Have great week!
FeO2
"He loves nature in spite of what it did to him." Forrest Tucker
“I hope that after I die, people will say of me: ‘That guy sure owed me a lot of money.’”
Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey
Three Religiions
Facing the wall
Wednesday, Sept. 17, 2008
So this morning I went running down to give my children the regular scheduled morning assault that they have become accustomed to. The assault usually consists of my grabbing one of them and spinning them around then body slamming them back on their bed and head locking them with a nerd scobbing to the scalp. All this has been scientifically proven to be good for their circulation and bone development. Anywho as I was on my way down I was yelling “Here ah come!”. Once I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw Maddy standing there in her newly learned Karate stance. She had this look on her face that seemed to say “You bes’ run boy, cuz I’m gonna make it rain!”. This of course scared the bajeezes out of me. I was not expecting this. But this is what I get for agreeing with Tammy on the point of our children taking extracurricular physical educational classes for them to develop better neurologically. Now I’m soon to get my arse kicked by a little girl! I guess I will now have to take some kind of martial arts class myself to maintain tactical superiority. Or as Rev. Gym would say “Maintain the objective.” Or perhaps it would just be better to call in an air-strike on my own position with a bottle of Johnnie Walker Red Label.....nice and cheap like.
In other news I can’t believe my crabs are still alive! Wait I mean Thomas’ pet crab is still alive. I think that is what I mean. Also for personal entertainment I have taken to reading fictitious blogs. Pretty cool.
Comments recieved from this blog:
Rusty....your philosophical depth never ceases to amaze me...you are surely a chiroprac-tor. Wait. That may be the wine talking.
Saludos.
Jorge
I hope you get your ass kicked by a little girl, and that someone is around to video it for me to see! :)
(Lisa S.)
Yes I am sure that one day that little girl will Rodney King me but pray that I will always be at least taller than she.
FeO2
In other news I can’t believe my crabs are still alive! Wait I mean Thomas’ pet crab is still alive. I think that is what I mean. Also for personal entertainment I have taken to reading fictitious blogs. Pretty cool.
Comments recieved from this blog:
Rusty....your philosophical depth never ceases to amaze me...you are surely a chiroprac-tor. Wait. That may be the wine talking.
Saludos.
Jorge
I hope you get your ass kicked by a little girl, and that someone is around to video it for me to see! :)
(Lisa S.)
Yes I am sure that one day that little girl will Rodney King me but pray that I will always be at least taller than she.
FeO2
Saturday, August 30, 2008 "Fertility"
So another chiropractic mission trip has come and gone but not without leaving its memories. Of course there is all the hard work that everybody put in to this trip but other memories are left as well. Such as the event at the end of the trip where at one of the tourist sales stalls the woman selling the wears asked me if two of the trip participants were my children. Of course I was flattered to think that Alicia and Jorge to be my own. Who would not be flattered?
Later I did have a thought prompted by one of Alicia’s comments. Alicia pointed out that the woman probably said that we were related cuz we are both white. That would mean that the woman was thinking that Alicia was my daughter and Jorge was my Mexican son-in-law. It was a good thing that Erika was not there or else she would have confused her for my grand daughter as she was much smaller than the rest of us thus making her the “love child” of Jorge and Alicia. We would not have been complete without Uncle Buck and Auntie Meg there. Of course we would all have been sorrowful over their bareness as the woman at the stall would have deduced that this was the case as they have no children such as I. Yes the Lord has blessed my old heart with laughter as he has increased unto me my family, cattle, and stock in cats these last couple of weeks. I have been left not wanting. Especially since the whole group was blessed with pregnant Emily and that is probably what brought on the whole fertile fan fare in the first place. I think it all started when both David and Charles “El Bonito” started to argue over claims to who was the father. Luckily the other Charles “Keiser Sosei” was on hand to settle the dispute on the fatherhood of the child with the loud statement being “The father is a red-head!!!” All I had to say to this is “That woman got here pregnant!”
So I leave you with a few last thoughts
“Never trust a pregnant woman!”
Rusty Firestone
"There's nothing wrong with you that reincarnation won't cure." Jack E. Leonard
“I remember how my great-uncle Jerry would sit on the porch and whittle all day long. Once he whittled me a toy boat out of a larger toy boat I had. It was almost as good as the first one, except now it had bumpy whittle marks all over it. And no paint, because he had whittled off the paint. - Jack Handey (aka Jack Handy) -->“
Jack Handey
Have a great weekend!
FeO2
Later I did have a thought prompted by one of Alicia’s comments. Alicia pointed out that the woman probably said that we were related cuz we are both white. That would mean that the woman was thinking that Alicia was my daughter and Jorge was my Mexican son-in-law. It was a good thing that Erika was not there or else she would have confused her for my grand daughter as she was much smaller than the rest of us thus making her the “love child” of Jorge and Alicia. We would not have been complete without Uncle Buck and Auntie Meg there. Of course we would all have been sorrowful over their bareness as the woman at the stall would have deduced that this was the case as they have no children such as I. Yes the Lord has blessed my old heart with laughter as he has increased unto me my family, cattle, and stock in cats these last couple of weeks. I have been left not wanting. Especially since the whole group was blessed with pregnant Emily and that is probably what brought on the whole fertile fan fare in the first place. I think it all started when both David and Charles “El Bonito” started to argue over claims to who was the father. Luckily the other Charles “Keiser Sosei” was on hand to settle the dispute on the fatherhood of the child with the loud statement being “The father is a red-head!!!” All I had to say to this is “That woman got here pregnant!”
So I leave you with a few last thoughts
“Never trust a pregnant woman!”
Rusty Firestone
"There's nothing wrong with you that reincarnation won't cure." Jack E. Leonard
“I remember how my great-uncle Jerry would sit on the porch and whittle all day long. Once he whittled me a toy boat out of a larger toy boat I had. It was almost as good as the first one, except now it had bumpy whittle marks all over it. And no paint, because he had whittled off the paint. - Jack Handey (aka Jack Handy) -->“
Jack Handey
Have a great weekend!
FeO2
July 27th, 2008; Weekend random movie review “Might of been Utah”
So I just finished watching “Raising Arizona” with Nick Cage, Holly Hunter and a whole cast of others. This was a movie that I have not seen since I was a kid. I was surprised to see how much I enjoyed it. Of course it was a Cohen Brothers so how could you go wrong! It really did take me back to my redneck roots of which I am so proud of. “Ooooooweeee…..SOMbitch!” The prison scenes also sent me back to my own days in the clink. Ah yes those long sessions of me and my cell mate reading Tolstoy to each other and then taking turns at copying from the dictionary. But my fondest memories are those long hours after lock down and lights out when we used to lay there and invent word math problems. Aaah these are memories that you can’t take away from me. Enough of my Stienbeck-inian up bringing! I also saw Batman last weekend. I figure the real difference between these 2 films is the fact that all the actors in “Raising Arizona” are still alive even if the movie is a quarter of a century old! Not that I did not like Batman it is just that my joints started to stiffen by the time the credits started rolling. I am proud of the fact though that I sat through the whole thing though. Films like any of the Harry Potter’s or the last “Spider Man” did not get this prestigious honor. For some of you that may not know I have a bad habit on just walking out of the theater half way through many films. But not Batman! I think I did not leave because I was waiting for the chariot race. If you have not yet seen the movie yet I do not mean to ruin the flick for you but there is no chariot race. Apparently that was a different Duracell movie.
So to sum things up, I give “Semi Pro” with Will Ferrell and Woody Harilson a “2 thumbs up”.
FeO2
So to sum things up, I give “Semi Pro” with Will Ferrell and Woody Harilson a “2 thumbs up”.
FeO2
Sunday, July 13, 2008 "This Wretched Year of Our Lord"
Captains Blog: This Wretched Year of Our Lord
So I had a pretty decent day today. I went into town early to the Gym and talked to my weight trainer. He reminded me that I owed him a cell phone. I then told him that he should go with me down town today cuz I needed a new unit as well. The reason that I owe him a phone is because one day when I was at the gym and I needed him for a spot he was over “talking” to some leotard-retard. So I walked over to him with a 45 lbs dumbbell in one hand to put it back on the rack and “accidentally” slammed it into his thigh. The meat head obviously feeling my gift of stimulation tried to maintain a macho composure which kind of amused his little gym bunny buddy. About a minute later his cell phone gave a weak ring. He pulled it out of his pocket at which point it just disintegrated in his hand. I just kind of just stood there looking and said “That’s totally your fault!” I felt bad anyway so I told him I would take care of it. Anyway I told him to meet me at my office so we could go down together and get what we needed. So after the gym I went to the office and saw a couple of emergency patients and waited for him. Of course Mr. Meat-head never showed so I left alone. I decided to go on foot as the store was not so far away. On the way I decided to stop by the “Spitting Llama” which is right on the way. Now for those of you who do not know, the “Spitting Llama” is a backpacker trading post where you can purchase anything that backpackers usually require. Stock will usually include anything from compasses, back-pack repair kits to used books (both buying and trade-ins [at a minimal fee]). That is “The Spitting Llama” has a pretty good English section as well as German, Italian, and French.
Well I went in to do some compulsive shopping which is not part of my normal activities, but I decided it was time for something different. So when I was looking though the books I saw H.G. Wells’ “Time Machine” and I thought “That is so cool! This is something that Thomas and I can to do together.” We are both totally book nerds…..as is the whole family. Also I did find “The Revenge of Moriarty” I think I will save that one for x-mass. You know who you are. Just the same let me know if you have the book so I will not be wasting my time and 30bs, J
Anyway I made my way out of the “Spiting Llama” down to the cell phone store. As I walked in I was greeted by Monica the sales clerk. “Hey Rusty how ya doing? I haven’t seen you for…. how long has it been? It must be like…..3 weeks now. Let me show you to our disposable phone section. Hee-hee.” At this point I was loathing her existence. “Sometimes you want to go somewhere where everybody knows your name” MY ASS! I’m thinking “Move bitch! Get out-the way! I know where the unit is that I need! As if it was my first time here. Gawd!”
The one thing that I did notice is that she was wearing what I would call a low knit sweater. Now what the hell is that?! A sweater is to keep you warm right? Here in Bolivia we are right in the middle of winter and it is sweater weather outside. But to tell you the truth I could not really tell if this girl was cold or not.. No goose bumps or any other tell-tale signs that usually come with coldness. Probably because she was wearing a sweater….no matter how much cleavage she was sporting. I am just happy that Tammy was not there with me. She has this tendency want to make “boob talk”. She would have said something like (as she has in the past) “Did you see her breasts!!” and my response is of course “What (eh-hem, cough-cough)…you mean that girl over there? She’s got boobs?”. “Yeah, there amazing! They are just elevating themselves right there in your face!. I’m a woman and I want to reach out and grab them! Don’t you?!?!” Then me “Well, I uuh…..” Do you people see where I am going with this? What would Jesus do?!
A’yhoo, I got my phone and got the hell out of that den of inequity and cleavage. I then went to commit my favorite sin. BUYING PIRATED MUSIC!!!! I decided to pick up some of my favorite guitar slashing college heroes such as Sound Garden, Velvet Revolver, and Alice in Chains. I went to my collection this last week to look for a couple of these titles only to find out that I no longer had these in the library. Sometimes the miles of life actually tax you and subtract from your music. Anywho all this music activity was stimulated by other activities….basically this was the desecration of my old high-school buddy’s face-book page. That would be Jodie’s page. All-in-all it was $5.95 US well spent!
“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.” William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)
"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?" Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)
“There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.” Hunter Thompson.
“If you go to a party, and you want to be the popular one at the party do this: Wait until no one is watching, then kick a burning log out of the fireplace onto the carpet. Then jump on top of it with your body and yell. “Log o’ fire! Log o’ fire!” I’ve never done this, but I bet it would work.” Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey
Have a great week!!
FeO2
So I had a pretty decent day today. I went into town early to the Gym and talked to my weight trainer. He reminded me that I owed him a cell phone. I then told him that he should go with me down town today cuz I needed a new unit as well. The reason that I owe him a phone is because one day when I was at the gym and I needed him for a spot he was over “talking” to some leotard-retard. So I walked over to him with a 45 lbs dumbbell in one hand to put it back on the rack and “accidentally” slammed it into his thigh. The meat head obviously feeling my gift of stimulation tried to maintain a macho composure which kind of amused his little gym bunny buddy. About a minute later his cell phone gave a weak ring. He pulled it out of his pocket at which point it just disintegrated in his hand. I just kind of just stood there looking and said “That’s totally your fault!” I felt bad anyway so I told him I would take care of it. Anyway I told him to meet me at my office so we could go down together and get what we needed. So after the gym I went to the office and saw a couple of emergency patients and waited for him. Of course Mr. Meat-head never showed so I left alone. I decided to go on foot as the store was not so far away. On the way I decided to stop by the “Spitting Llama” which is right on the way. Now for those of you who do not know, the “Spitting Llama” is a backpacker trading post where you can purchase anything that backpackers usually require. Stock will usually include anything from compasses, back-pack repair kits to used books (both buying and trade-ins [at a minimal fee]). That is “The Spitting Llama” has a pretty good English section as well as German, Italian, and French.
Well I went in to do some compulsive shopping which is not part of my normal activities, but I decided it was time for something different. So when I was looking though the books I saw H.G. Wells’ “Time Machine” and I thought “That is so cool! This is something that Thomas and I can to do together.” We are both totally book nerds…..as is the whole family. Also I did find “The Revenge of Moriarty” I think I will save that one for x-mass. You know who you are. Just the same let me know if you have the book so I will not be wasting my time and 30bs, J
Anyway I made my way out of the “Spiting Llama” down to the cell phone store. As I walked in I was greeted by Monica the sales clerk. “Hey Rusty how ya doing? I haven’t seen you for…. how long has it been? It must be like…..3 weeks now. Let me show you to our disposable phone section. Hee-hee.” At this point I was loathing her existence. “Sometimes you want to go somewhere where everybody knows your name” MY ASS! I’m thinking “Move bitch! Get out-the way! I know where the unit is that I need! As if it was my first time here. Gawd!”
The one thing that I did notice is that she was wearing what I would call a low knit sweater. Now what the hell is that?! A sweater is to keep you warm right? Here in Bolivia we are right in the middle of winter and it is sweater weather outside. But to tell you the truth I could not really tell if this girl was cold or not.. No goose bumps or any other tell-tale signs that usually come with coldness. Probably because she was wearing a sweater….no matter how much cleavage she was sporting. I am just happy that Tammy was not there with me. She has this tendency want to make “boob talk”. She would have said something like (as she has in the past) “Did you see her breasts!!” and my response is of course “What (eh-hem, cough-cough)…you mean that girl over there? She’s got boobs?”. “Yeah, there amazing! They are just elevating themselves right there in your face!. I’m a woman and I want to reach out and grab them! Don’t you?!?!” Then me “Well, I uuh…..” Do you people see where I am going with this? What would Jesus do?!
A’yhoo, I got my phone and got the hell out of that den of inequity and cleavage. I then went to commit my favorite sin. BUYING PIRATED MUSIC!!!! I decided to pick up some of my favorite guitar slashing college heroes such as Sound Garden, Velvet Revolver, and Alice in Chains. I went to my collection this last week to look for a couple of these titles only to find out that I no longer had these in the library. Sometimes the miles of life actually tax you and subtract from your music. Anywho all this music activity was stimulated by other activities….basically this was the desecration of my old high-school buddy’s face-book page. That would be Jodie’s page. All-in-all it was $5.95 US well spent!
“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.” William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)
"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?" Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)
“There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.” Hunter Thompson.
“If you go to a party, and you want to be the popular one at the party do this: Wait until no one is watching, then kick a burning log out of the fireplace onto the carpet. Then jump on top of it with your body and yell. “Log o’ fire! Log o’ fire!” I’ve never done this, but I bet it would work.” Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey
Have a great week!!
FeO2
July 4th, 2008, Captains Blog:"Los Trota Mundos”
Last night I reluctantly took my nine year old son Thomas to see the Globe Trotters. They are in town as part of their world tour being led by their Point Guard “Special K” or was it “Circle K”, perhaps it was “The Big O”? No-no I am sure it was some kind of North American breakfast cereal belted out by Kellogs or General Mills. I do have to admit that Mr. Lucky Charms spoke impressive Spanish though.
While I sat there I found there high-jinx to be quite silly. Trust me I am an expert when it comes to stupid humor. I was sitting there kind of staring when I heard Thomas explode with laughter. I looked over at him and thought “I guess that’s where the genius is……Hey! I wanna laugh like that!” Just on that small notion I instantly was hee-hawing with Thomas.
I do still contend that the GT’s are missing a white man on their team. The only white people I saw were basically the team that toured with them to play against them. I kept on thinking “Why do they just keep full court pressing them even when the GT’s just keep running around in figure “8”s while passing the ball back and forth really fast between them all the while making the white boys look like idiots?” I wanted to yell “Dudes their making monkeys out of you! The full court press when the GT’s are doing that figure ‘8’ thing is not a good idea!” But of course nobody would have listened to me. The white boys fell for that trick about 10-12 times during the game. White guys are so lame!
Then there was the time that Special K was injured. He had to be carried off the court all the while he was sporting this horrible look of agony on his face. Then about 20 minutes later the announcer yelled with amazement that Cap’in Crunch was better and that he could play again. Then with an explosion of a dry ice cloud and the rhythms of Survivors “Eye of the Tiger” Fruit Loops (Or what ever his name is” came trotting back onto the court. Thomas at this point turned to me and said “He really was never hurt was he?” I then answered “Probably not, I even have my doubts about the credentials of that health care professional that pronounced him not fit to play. Mainly by the way he is now franticly yelling at the score board person presently…but that’s just me.”
Every time the GT’s made one of their amazing baskets or slam dunks Thomas would instantly look up at the score board and say “Wow Dad, the Globe Trotters are really beating those white guys!” At this point Thomas and I were happy not to associate ourselves with those loser-lamo white guys. So today Thomas and I will be laying out in the sun much more than usual.
Have a great 4th all.!
“Broken promises don’t bother me. I just think, ‘Why do they believe me?’” Jack Handey
FeO2
While I sat there I found there high-jinx to be quite silly. Trust me I am an expert when it comes to stupid humor. I was sitting there kind of staring when I heard Thomas explode with laughter. I looked over at him and thought “I guess that’s where the genius is……Hey! I wanna laugh like that!” Just on that small notion I instantly was hee-hawing with Thomas.
I do still contend that the GT’s are missing a white man on their team. The only white people I saw were basically the team that toured with them to play against them. I kept on thinking “Why do they just keep full court pressing them even when the GT’s just keep running around in figure “8”s while passing the ball back and forth really fast between them all the while making the white boys look like idiots?” I wanted to yell “Dudes their making monkeys out of you! The full court press when the GT’s are doing that figure ‘8’ thing is not a good idea!” But of course nobody would have listened to me. The white boys fell for that trick about 10-12 times during the game. White guys are so lame!
Then there was the time that Special K was injured. He had to be carried off the court all the while he was sporting this horrible look of agony on his face. Then about 20 minutes later the announcer yelled with amazement that Cap’in Crunch was better and that he could play again. Then with an explosion of a dry ice cloud and the rhythms of Survivors “Eye of the Tiger” Fruit Loops (Or what ever his name is” came trotting back onto the court. Thomas at this point turned to me and said “He really was never hurt was he?” I then answered “Probably not, I even have my doubts about the credentials of that health care professional that pronounced him not fit to play. Mainly by the way he is now franticly yelling at the score board person presently…but that’s just me.”
Every time the GT’s made one of their amazing baskets or slam dunks Thomas would instantly look up at the score board and say “Wow Dad, the Globe Trotters are really beating those white guys!” At this point Thomas and I were happy not to associate ourselves with those loser-lamo white guys. So today Thomas and I will be laying out in the sun much more than usual.
Have a great 4th all.!
“Broken promises don’t bother me. I just think, ‘Why do they believe me?’” Jack Handey
FeO2
May 16, 2008, I was only acting! (2 Points off a shit-sandwich)
So I just read “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” a play by Tom Stoppard. Heh-heh. I really liked it! It is well written as it has so many nuances to explore. One of the things that I liked best was the references to theater itself. I will now share. It is a play inside a play outside of a play. I will explain further down.
The scene is a theatric group “The Tragedians” that ROS and GUIL are watching, criticizing and constantly interrupting through their whole performance. It is a mime and there is the “Player” or the narrator, a queen played by a boy (Elizabethinian not a modern day queen), and a prisoner about to be king.
The TRAGEDIANS have taken up position for the continuation of the mime: which in this case means a love scene, sexual and passionate, between the QUEEN and PRISONER/KING
PLAYER: Go!
The lovers begin. The PALYER contributes a breathless commentary for ROS and GUIL.
Having murdered his brother and wooed the widow- the poisoner mounts the throne! Here we see him and his queen give reign to their unbridled passion! She unknowing that the man that she holds in her arms-----I
ROS: Oh, I say-here-really! You can’t do that!
PLAYER: Why not?
ROS: Well, really-I mean, people want to be entertained- they don’t come expecting sordid and gratuitous filth.
PLAYER: Your wrong-they do! Murder seduction and incest-what do you want-jokes?
ROS: I want a good story with a beginning, middle, and end.
PLAYER: (to GUIL) And you?
GUIL: I’d prefer a to mirror life, if it’s all the same to you.
PLAYER: It’s all the same to me, sir. (To the grappling LOVERS:)
All right, no need to indulge yourselves…….
So I think that this part of the play should be dedicated to all armature actors who have ever appalled a director (as I have more than 2 directors at least) as well as screwed up the director’s play.
So as you can see that this is the play inside of the main play “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead”. But for those of you who are not aware, “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” is the play that skirts Shakespears “Hamlet”. “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” is a singular line taken from the end of Hamlet of two characters who never appear in Hamlet. So there for it is a play inside of a play outside of a play. I that makes any sense to you the reader.
As far as my own personal rating for the play I feel that it is not the force fed shit-sandwich that the last play I reviewed, “Waiting for Godough”. I will now use my own personal rating system that I have invented for the reader (if indeed I still have any at this point). I will use “Shit-sandwich” as 0 and “Big in Japan” as 10. I am basing this on the Visual Analogue Scale (VAS). This is the most reliable pain measuring test in use in the medical field as far as I am concerned. Of course the values of my Shit sandwich/Big in Japan scale (SSBJ) have values that are directly inverse to the VAS. I will bore you no further with the details. Anyhoo “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” gets a 9 points on the side of Big in Japan where as “Waiting for Godough” gets a full Shit-sandwich as I have compared it to the airline travel industry where you just wait around for nothing to happen. Oh and uh…one last thing Mr. Hans D., when one refers to the VAS and uses the term “exquisite pain” it is for medical use only and not for your own sexual perversions!
So now I leave you with a quote from one of my favorite life philosophers Jack Handey:
“If you want to be the most popular person in your class, whenever the professor pauses in his lecture, just let out a big snort and say "How do you figger that!" real loud. Then lean back and sort of smirk.”
Steady as she blows!
FeO2
The scene is a theatric group “The Tragedians” that ROS and GUIL are watching, criticizing and constantly interrupting through their whole performance. It is a mime and there is the “Player” or the narrator, a queen played by a boy (Elizabethinian not a modern day queen), and a prisoner about to be king.
The TRAGEDIANS have taken up position for the continuation of the mime: which in this case means a love scene, sexual and passionate, between the QUEEN and PRISONER/KING
PLAYER: Go!
The lovers begin. The PALYER contributes a breathless commentary for ROS and GUIL.
Having murdered his brother and wooed the widow- the poisoner mounts the throne! Here we see him and his queen give reign to their unbridled passion! She unknowing that the man that she holds in her arms-----I
ROS: Oh, I say-here-really! You can’t do that!
PLAYER: Why not?
ROS: Well, really-I mean, people want to be entertained- they don’t come expecting sordid and gratuitous filth.
PLAYER: Your wrong-they do! Murder seduction and incest-what do you want-jokes?
ROS: I want a good story with a beginning, middle, and end.
PLAYER: (to GUIL) And you?
GUIL: I’d prefer a to mirror life, if it’s all the same to you.
PLAYER: It’s all the same to me, sir. (To the grappling LOVERS:)
All right, no need to indulge yourselves…….
So I think that this part of the play should be dedicated to all armature actors who have ever appalled a director (as I have more than 2 directors at least) as well as screwed up the director’s play.
So as you can see that this is the play inside of the main play “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead”. But for those of you who are not aware, “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” is the play that skirts Shakespears “Hamlet”. “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” is a singular line taken from the end of Hamlet of two characters who never appear in Hamlet. So there for it is a play inside of a play outside of a play. I that makes any sense to you the reader.
As far as my own personal rating for the play I feel that it is not the force fed shit-sandwich that the last play I reviewed, “Waiting for Godough”. I will now use my own personal rating system that I have invented for the reader (if indeed I still have any at this point). I will use “Shit-sandwich” as 0 and “Big in Japan” as 10. I am basing this on the Visual Analogue Scale (VAS). This is the most reliable pain measuring test in use in the medical field as far as I am concerned. Of course the values of my Shit sandwich/Big in Japan scale (SSBJ) have values that are directly inverse to the VAS. I will bore you no further with the details. Anyhoo “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” gets a 9 points on the side of Big in Japan where as “Waiting for Godough” gets a full Shit-sandwich as I have compared it to the airline travel industry where you just wait around for nothing to happen. Oh and uh…one last thing Mr. Hans D., when one refers to the VAS and uses the term “exquisite pain” it is for medical use only and not for your own sexual perversions!
So now I leave you with a quote from one of my favorite life philosophers Jack Handey:
“If you want to be the most popular person in your class, whenever the professor pauses in his lecture, just let out a big snort and say "How do you figger that!" real loud. Then lean back and sort of smirk.”
Steady as she blows!
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