Minimalist situation comedy/radio play.
Epiosde 1 "Gang aft agley"
Cast:
Samantha: Melissa King
George: Peter Rinaldi
Setting:
NYC, Somewhere in the 30's
Bedbugs XXXIX
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Put off living until you're dead. It's emptier being with her
than being alone. Party of one in my head. Don't wait
for permission perfect weather in these times is no
fucking guarantee of anything. Its quiet friendship
contracted under duress makes a huge emotional
mess of everyone around you. When she thinks deeply
I smell plastic burning. Better than turning
eye contact forbidden during his rant. The
music stuck in his brain marches on. Come and
keep me warm is all you have to say. In the end
it's all up to me. Driving off a cliff is alluring.
Hopefully "I'll have a cup of your coffee" was
what I think the voice in the woods said. Whisper
softly in my ear if you're going to threaten me.
Verbal sugar. All bullshit. Asphyxiate
aurally while holding your breath and leave me
in a metal room with only mercury to drink. Goes
down bitter. Afterwards you don't care. They
say they're your friends. They all do.
You can't see behind a mask until you jump off
the edge and just trust...nothing and
everything are conspiring against you. Wait for
the beep and get back in line. I lost my
place, wasting time with a purpose.
Next week's seven phrases/groups of words:
-comfortable with nobody here
-victims lined up for the chance
-the roundtable's attendants have everything
-dance the disease
-ranting underneath
-taking shots of mountain fog
-fairly weak but deeply felt
-Adam Barnick
Six Word Theater
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Inspired by the challenge Hemingway undertook to tell a story
in six words("For Sale: baby shoes. Never worn.”), I attempt
to polish my skills by telling a six-word story or phrase each
Wednesday.
Feel free to "continue the story" or start your own.
Today's entry:
First drafts are all I write.
-Adam Barnick
Bedbugs XXXVIII
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Hidden mental poisons threaten to creep in as soon as we’re sure of
ourselves and our rightness and our confidence- keep away from
all of us is what we want to shout back but it’s already been
released and it’s time for torrents of doubt and traveling back
to seventeen years of age. Now the phone’s ringing and
interrupting me as the solemn piano plays on in my dusty head.
Outisde the fifth floor window the necktied ants shuffle until
someone tells them to play dead. Routine for numbing each layer
consists of Monday through Friday and occasionally longer. You
can’t find wood decays faster with intention as little shadows with
teeth start breaking in. Bits of sharp metal are stuck in your life.
One prick and the rust sets in until after retirement. Painting the
room a different color still leaves you in the same place, just
delusional. Now come and see what I have for you, turn off the
TV and don’t sleep when you’re told. I don’t care how many
colors you paint to watch over me. I don’t need them or you.
Surprising her the mood lightens on the fifth hour that you keep
clean. Make plans but don’t act on them. Be subversive by being
successful. Love the right one, might want to listen to that one.
Stop playing victim or pretending you’re legend in your own little
house.
Next week’s seven phrases/groups of words:
-Perfect weather in these times
-Friendship contracted under duress
-Eye contact forbidden during his rant
-Come and keep me warm
-I’ll have a cup of your coffee
-asphyxiate aurally while holding your breath
-wasting time with a purpose
-Adam Barnick
Six Word Theater
Click here for last week's entry.
Inspired by the challenge Hemingway undertook to tell a story
in six words("For Sale: baby shoes. Never worn.”), I attempt
to polish my skills by telling a six-word story or phrase each
Wednesday.
Feel free to "continue the story" or start your own.
Today's entry:
Window's broken..
Masked figure inside.
"HEL-"
-Adam Barnick
Every episode will have a different person sit in front of the camera as I announce their character name and a brief description of them as if they were a guest on my program via satellite, except the person has absolutely no idea who they are playing or what I am going to ask until the words come out of my mouth. At which point they have to, simply, Start TalKING.
Guest: Melissa King
-Peter Rinaldi
Check out other episodes of Start Talking -
Start Talking #1: Timmy Cassese
Start Talking#2: Jonathan Roumie
Bedbugs XXXVII
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As soon as she and one of us and the rest who get a chance to
do so, the 'victim act' starts up again and drains everyone around
them until the color is gone from their flesh. Knowing mechanical
emotion brought forth in spurts of implanted inspiration tries to
fool everyone tied down into thinking it's real. I don't look into my
past anymore. Too many reasons, clouds gathering upstairs and
eventually I'll have to move out. Weekends become the hiding time
and Mondays the day you spin fiction describing how your life
is the one you wanted to lead. Across hiding in the open field is
your conscience..waiting for you to stop wasting its time.
Underneath her eyes are intentions and revelations coming
out in each curve of a lip; but you can't even look at her so
you miss the point as does everyone else. Clouded heads turn
the words into something found at the bottom of a bucket.
Spill it all over a white room and call it 'art.' Some idiot somewhere
will pay you for it. I'm lucky enough to wake up again. But
give anything to turn it back seems to be the mantra, realizing
there's no way to earn a past change in one's life. March on
before the house burns down. Somewhere at the end of this
field's road is something better that's not molded from toxic
material, rounded up and they're filled with absolute joy.
Next week's seven phrases/groups of words:
-keep away from all of us
-the phone's ringing and interrupting me
-routine for numbing each layer
-wood decays faster with intention
-come and see what I have for you
-the mood lightens on the fifth
-legend in your own little house
-Adam Barnick
MWM said tonight:
"If you never recognized the greatness of what you had when you had it, or even fully know what it was that you had, then how could it be true that 'you don't know what you have till it's gone'?"
There are only two answers to this:
1) In the "true reality" (as opposed to the reality of your consciousness) you were actually experiencing that which you had, in full appreciation, and you just didn't "know" it because your conscious mind (with all of it's filters and egos and fog) was clouding it, until, when you actually lost it, you were "shocked" out of the cloud of your "ego reality" and had a realization (albeit fleeting because the "ego reality" has to come flowing back) of the greatness of the experience, person, or thing.
2) It's not true. You'll never know.
-Peter Rinaldi
Click here for last week's entry.
Inspired by the challenge Hemingway undertook to tell a story
in six words("For Sale: baby shoes. Never worn.”), I attempt
to polish my skills by telling a six-word story or phrase each
Wednesday.
Feel free to "continue the story"or start your own.
Today's entry:
Patriot volunteered.
Fought.
Wounded; discarded.
'Next!'
-Adam
When he's not watching, with beads of sweat, his fellow, legally blind, senior citizens parallel park, Frank Palmcoast is catching seven dollar movies at the local multiplex from sunny Pompano Beach, Florida. He's retired, he's angry at the world, he can't spell to save his life, and he hates Hollywood almost as much as Hillary Clinton, but that will not stop our irreverent, dementia fightin', AARP card carrying everyman from giving us a fresh take on all things Hollyweird. Besides, how can he pass up that marvelous senior citizen discount?
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Firstly I must say this film is a good and a bad movie. If you are a lame ass with no sense of humor, stay home. This flick is a slap stick, bathroom humored comedy with a political twist. With over 2000 years of fighting going on in the Middle East, this flick ask the question, how come we can get along in America and not in the middle East? As crude as this movie is, it's certainly better than that "Borat" piece of garbage! There were a lot of cameo by other actors and I enjoy the performances of Rob Schnieder, Shelly Berman and especially Lanie Kazan. The heart throb of Sandler, a gorgeous, outstanding looker named Emmanvelle Chiriqui was visually outstanding. Rob Schneider was a cab driving Palestinian nincompoop and Ido Mosseri as the fast talking Israeli who runs the typical, "Going Out Of Business" electronic stores that we seen for years in New York City. The bad guys aren't the Israeli's or the Palestinians but are the red necks and the white coller CEO's who are looking to displace these foreign outsiders. Believe it or not, this shameless flicks eagerness to get laughs from every possible way states that you either enjoy it or not and shamefully I found myself enjoying it most of the time. I guess there is a small part of me that loves the people who invented the whoopee cushion. This Zoran hero reminds me of Warren Beatty in "Shampoo"! The love of Pariah Carey and her feeble at temp to sing the start only, thank God, of the Star Spangled Banner, mystifies me. For me the highlight of every mans fantasy was Adam Sandlers seduction of Lainie Kazan and her nude, huge, Derriere-UGH! Sandler works as hard as Jerry Lewis ever did and all I kept thinking at the end of this picture was "bless me father for I have sinned as I laughed my ass off"!
Bedbugs XXXVI
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Wondering how many more voices will come out of that
speaker, breathing out sputtering static as well
as frightening slivers at what will happen in our future.
Fell down without help, and he can get up without it as well.
She's stuck here tonight, realizing that 'who takes care of us?' is
waiting with a horrid answer: No one. Settle into
a 'life' of thinking you were going to make a
difference. A full-time job of taking up space running
toward me in the hallway. Keep still and don't talk
out of turn and you'll win a new car. Shut up and
take your prescription. He paid millions to pretend
you needed it! Throwing up and back revolutions of
thought adds up to spare change and lost hope. Now
autobiographical to a degree, it can't help but
inspire. Filling out what's needed here, they remember
a sliver of sectionalized and endorsed hope. They will wake
up eventually. For now, sit back, wonder...don't
try to think straight.
Next week's seven phrases/groups of words:
-the 'victim act' starts up again
-mechanical emotion brought forth
-clouds gathering upstairs
-hiding in the open field
-underneath her eyes are
-give anything to turn it back
-they're filled with absolute joy
-Adam Barnick
Six Word Theater
Click here for last week's entry.
Inspired by the challenge Hemingway undertook to tell a story
in six words("For Sale: baby shoes. Never worn.”), I attempt
to polish my skills by telling a six-word story or phrase each
Wednesday.
Feel free to "continue the story"or start your own.
Today's entry:
Work. Complain. Eat. Sleep.
That's it?!?
-Adam
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