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Post by Tiran O'Saurus on Jan 12, 2024 6:35:06 GMT -5
Party in Sweden in 2025! Let's go!
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Post by twigz on Jan 15, 2024 3:22:22 GMT -5
There was a forum, and there was a year, and there was a challenge - and more importantly, there was me. -Dante Rubens Member of the Year 2012 Hiho there, everyone! First of all: I can't believe I never found this webpage before. Really, shame on me, I needed this ten years ago! Okay, where was I...? Oh, yeah! Hiho there, everyone! My name is Tom, though I usually go under the pseudonym of Zortegus. I'm a 21 years old guy who lives in a coastal town in Argentina, a devotee fan of Mr. Handler and particularly, of course, of A series of unfortunate events. My mother bought me "A Bad Beginning" when I was twelve (and that was, more or less, ten years ago) and I bought "The Reptile Room" that Summer; anyway, they were very very very rare books, I just found one of each volume (the ones I bought), and sadly I never found the rest of them until I was fifteen, when I bought "The Vile Village" and "The Hostile Hospital". Yes, I bought and read them right away, though I didn't read the books in between. I discovered then that the rest of the books were never translated to Spanish, neither the last books. I'm still wondering why somebody would do such a treacherous thing. Finally this year, having a good job and a credit card, I found the complete wreck (in english) on eBay, and didn't hesitate on buying it. On December 23th (the best Christmas gift ever) the package got home and I finished reading "The End" yesterday. I can't still believe that, after ten long, unnerving and sad years, I finally finished them! The love for Mr. Snicket's wonderful writing style is not the only reason I bought them. I'm a Literature student and I'm starting to write my thesis/research project using "A Series of Unfortunate Events" as the main theme. I suppose I don't need to tell you why. I'm really, really happy to see this place actually exists, and that there's still people posting. You guys definitely made my day. Hope to be around for a long, long time! PS: Please don't tell Josephine Anwhistle if you see some grammar mistake on my messages! My english would be better, some day. Sorry for your hamster, Bandit : ( i mean, olaf isn't just some creep u guys. he's a *villain* and at times he can be pretty damn intimidating- neither of those qualities are really within nph's acting abilities as far as i can tell. even on "gone girl", at the end of the day, he's just a weirdo loser, not a real villain. in fact, rosamund pike totally out-creepied him in that movie, hell, she'd probably make a better count olaf
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Post by Esmé's meme is meh on Jan 15, 2024 7:17:59 GMT -5
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Post by twigz on Jan 18, 2024 10:05:45 GMT -5
CHAPTER ONE
There was a forum, and there was a girl, and there was a dead person. I was part of the forum, and I was curious about the dead person, and I thought the girl had nothing to do with it. I was almost thirty and I was wrong. I was wrong about all of it. I should have asked the question "Why would someone create a fake account and pretend to be a former admin of the forum when there's nothing to gain from that?". Instead, I asked the wrong question- ten wrong questions, more or less. This is the account of the first. This story started with a bang. I'm not kidding: I was at the Abbyss for reasons that you wouldn't understand, trying to climb my way out there, when I heard a thunderous bang coming from somewhere else. It felt nearby, but when you're part of a digital, online world usually everything feels nearby. I heard caplocks, I heard keyboards banging, I heard confusion and sadness and even happiness and joy. When I finally got there, after refreshing myself multiple times and pulling some keys and strings, I understood immediately: it was too late to save him and now everything would be different. Dante's body looked weird, laying quietly on the thread. I mean, it looked weirder than usual. It was contorted in an awkward position, like if he was ready to perform some contemporary dance movements while reciting a pretentious poem he found on Instagram. Surrounding him, there were ten different figures. They were all suspicious to me. Sherry Ann looked relieved. It was like the sight of the dead body was something she's been waiting for a long time. Her hand was near her chest, grasping firmly her necklace like if it was about to grow wings and fly away.
Papricot looked intrigued. His feet was moving constantly and I wondered why. His eyes scrutinized Dante's body: he was clearly analyzing the position of the body and trying to figure out the cause of the death, and I found that interesting.
Limeny looked afflicted. His eyes were closed and his lips moved silently. At that moment it felt to me that he wanted something from Dante while he was alive, and now that he was found dead he knew he couldn't get it anymore.
Jean Lucio looked devastated. It was like he was about to start crying. He was also holding some papers on his hands, but they were clean. I figured out they must have been some personal theories he was looking forward to share with Dante.
Archie looked worried. He looked at everyone around him while taking notes on his hand with a weird looking pen. Something big was bulging his coat, and I thought it was something crucial to solve the big mystery around Dante and his death. I was, of course, right.
Willis looked entertained. He had a Kirby plush on one hand and a Yoshi plush on the other, both of them quiet on his sides. He giggled a little bit now and then, but I assumed it was just a nervous reaction. I was, of course, wrong.
Mister M and Anka looked curious. They were holding hands with a shy smile on their faces while whispering things to each other that I couldn't really understand. I noticed Mr. M tried to speak multiple times, opening his mouth but then closing it again before any sound came out of it.
Hermes looked almost excited about Dante's death. He was holding on his hands some blood stained letters that he was reading very carefully, throwing some oh's and ah's here and there.
Bear just looked bored. I got closer, cleared my throat and asked firmly my first wrong question: "Who is everyone's favorite character of the series?"
and the wonderful 667 interview with our resident catastrophist (Joe Tracz) THE ANNOTATED INTERVIEW The Brumous Backstage
1) What was the general attitude of the show's team to Brett Helquist's illustrations? Were there any discussion about bringing him on? / 2) Was it ever an idea to use The Gothic Archies' music? Were there any discussion about bringing Stephin Merritt on? I know Bo Welch looked at Brett’s art for inspiration; you can see the influence in things like the shapes of our windows. And as fans have noted, Cynthia Summers’ costumes for the Baudelaires in “The Penultimate Peril: Part Two” are an homage to what they wore in the books. But if Brett ever had any formal involvement, I’m not aware of it. The same goes for Stephin Merritt, despite me giving out copies of the Tragic Treasury to everyone in the Season One writers’ room. 3) In Season 2, the song numbers are woven into the narrative and are as much part of the script as anything else. What exactly was you (and other writers') working relationship with Jim Dooley? When we sat down to write Season Two in Daniel’s dining room, we were excited to experiment more with form and tone, and the musical numbers were a part of that. First the writers would collectively come up with an idea for a song: WRITER 1: What if Vice Principal Nero and Coach Genghis sang a song about their friendship at the pep rally? WRITER 2: Yes! And the more they sing, the more they realize they hate each other! DANIEL HANDLER: Oh, like when Angela Lansbury and Bea Arthur sang “Bosom Buddies” from Mame?*
[Our writers’ assistant, Aziza Aba Butain, pulls up the clip and the writers spend an hour on YouTube diligently researching Bea Arthur.]
Then Daniel would go off and write witty, hilarious lyrics, and show them to us, and we would all attempt to sing them with melodies we made up on the spot. Gosh, I miss that group of people. Later, his lyrics would be set to music by Nick Urata, whose Romani punk band DeVotchka may be of interest to fans of the Snicket aesthetic.
4) Why was "Cliffhanger" cut? How much of it was completed?
The feeling was that it deflated the tension. Season One ends on a contemplative note, with the Baudelaires waiting on the bench, so it lent itself to a contemplative song. Season Two ends on an action sequence, and pausing the action for a song made the danger seem less dangerous. So “Cliffhanger” never made it to the music composition stage. But I was excited to include the lyrics in TIHOSO, and I keep hoping some fan will set it to music at last. 5) Did you ever get to see Handler’s plans for the later films? What you learned about the various different drafts that were written for the sequel in the years following the film's release?
I’m told there were various sequel drafts (Various Film Drafts?) over the years**, and Daniel shared one of them with the writers at the start of Season Two. In addition to adapting “Austere Academy” and “Ersatz Elevator” (with a comically brief stop at Lucky Smells), it featured a subplot about VFD trying to get an important book to the Baudelaires. That was the genesis of our Season Two Incomplete History of Secret Organizations arc – only in the film sequel, the book was a coded copy of The Luckiest Kids in the World, which, like The Littlest Elf, provided frequent ironic counterpoint. Also of note is that the film picked up where the first one left off, with the Very Fast Delivery mailman turning a corner, pulling off her disguise, and meeting a pregnant agent… The Chagrining Changes
1) Was Miranda ever introduced or was that cut? Are her and Friday Calibans in the show?
The first rough cut of The End was about twelve minutes longer, and most of the stuff we cut involved the colonists – including the line where Miranda introduced herself. Despite strong performances from our guest cast, we found it was hard to ask the audience to suddenly invest in so many one-off characters, and the decision was made in the edit to focus the episode’s first half more tightly on the Baudelaires, Olaf, and Ish. As for the Caliban connection: one consequence of Olivia’s expanded role in S2 was that her last name now carried a lot more weight, so hearing it again felt like a huge important story point, instead of a fun subtle clue. We ultimately decided that the connection was more distracting than intriguing. So are they Calibans or not? It depends on how you look at it. 2) Mr. Poe is obviously far more of a major character in the series than he is in the books. Was it hard to put him into episodes he didn't appear in that much (like "The Miserable Mill"), and VFD-centered ones he wasn't in at all (like "The Slippery Slope")?
Shooting a television series with three minors as your leads means that you are limited in the number of hours per day they can work. So including scenes with the adult cast was often a practical necessity in order to make our days. And since he’s a series regular, those scenes often fell to Mr. Poe. But we were happy to do it; we all delighted in K. Todd Freeman’s deliciously frustrating performance, and the more annoyed our characters (and viewers) were to see him, the more sick joy we took in having him unexpectedly turn up. His scenes in “Slippery Slope” came out of the question, “Who is the worst person for Kit Snicket to be stuck with on a mountain?” 3) Was it always the intention to combine Captain Widdershins and Fiona into one character in “The Grim Grotto”? What was the reason behind this decision?
We originally broke the story (a phrase which here means “plotted it out beat by beat”) with Captain Widdershins. But his disappearance midway through the book posed a problem. Do we reveal where he went? After all, the show has a history of following VFD subplots away from the Baudelaires. Well, if we do, it had better be important, to justify why he abandoned his stepdaughter. But if it’s too important, then it overshadows the rest of the story. We banged our heads over this for a while, and then Daniel went to the board, removed the notecard that said “The Baudelaires meet Captain Widdershins”, and said, “What if…” We tried breaking the episode without him, just as an experiment, and everything instantly clicked: Fiona, the conflict between Klaus and Violet, and (most importantly, to me) the theme of young people making difficult choices on their own. I think of our third season as the season where the Baudelaires become teenagers – not necessarily age-wise, but because they’re suddenly caught between the innocence of childhood and the moral ambiguities of the adult world. They don’t have a guardian figure to tell them what’s right or wrong anymore. Neither does Fiona. And without Jacques Snicket, neither does Quigley. All these kids suddenly have to decide for themselves. 4) How much influence did Daniel Handler have on various characters' endings - particularly the Quagmires, Fernald and Fiona and Ishmael and the islanders? I’ve been a defender of The End since the book came out; there’s something so shocking yet perfect in its refusal to give easy answers. But the thematic thrust of the show is a bit different. Instead of being about the known versus the unknown, our final few episodes are more about hiding from the world versus engaging in it. (That’s what we learn Lemony had been doing on the lam, and why the Baudelaires and their parents ultimately decide to leave the island.) And then there’s the difference between a TV show and a book. As a writer who frequently works in adaptation, I think a lot about Little Shop of Horrors. The stage version kills off its cast (and destroys the world!), and that works because it’s a piece of theatre; there’s an unreality built into the medium. Film, even in an absurd world like ours or Little Shop’s, is more literal, more real. The same ending feels different in a new medium; it accrues a different meaning. So playing coy with our characters’ fates no longer felt like the right ending, and when we broke The End in the writers’ room with Daniel, those glimpses of the Quagmires, the Widdershins, and the Troupe were always there. 5) How did you go about writing "The Penultimate Peril" without knowing who could and could not return? What were the original plans for Jacquelyn and Mrs. Poe in season 3? Was it always the plan to reveal Jacquelyn as the Duchess of Winnipeg, or was that just a (very clever) fix when you had to axe her role in Season 3? Jacquelyn*** was one of those TV happy accidents. She emerged in response to a Netflix note, asking why the Baudelaires put their children in the care of Count Olaf; Daniel wrote the Yessica Haircut scene in response, and Jacquelyn was born. She was created for that episode only, but we loved her so much (especially after seeing Sara Canning’s glorious 30’s screwball dame performance) that we kept finding reasons to bring her back. Still, in Season Two, I think we struggled a bit under the weight of so many VFD characters; their constant presence ended up diminishing the stakes, since with a surplus of capable adults hanging around, it was hard to believe the Baudelaires were truly in danger. After the Baudelaires went off on their own, we had less need for those helpful adult characters, so making Jacquelyn the Duchess felt like a noble exit that still honored how much she meant to fans. I did dearly miss her (and Sara), and during production on “The Penultimate Peril”, I was still trying to write her a cameo.**** But while we tried a few ideas (like her showing up at the burning hotel in full duchess regalia, handing out parachutes), they never felt right.
As for writing “Penultimate Peril”: we wrote the first draft as if we could get everyone back, even though we knew scheduling and budget would make that impossible. And when one actor was unavailable, we reshuffled and rearranged. As a result, we ended up with some bizarre yet entertaining pairings – like Esme and Nero, and Babs and Jerome. And while I would have loved to bring everyone who ever appeared on the show back for the trial, from Lou and Milt to the Murnau Cinema ticket-seller, their absence ultimately didn’t detract from the story, and at the end of the day, story matters most.
6) Were there any actors whose performances significantly differed from the way their characters were imagined in the writing process?
Mr. Poe, absolutely. When we wrote Season One, we hadn’t cast the show yet, and we all had Timothy Spall’s stuffy Brit in our heads. But K. Todd Freeman surprised us. He reasoned that, if ignorance is bliss, Mr. Poe would be the happiest man in the world, and his cheerful idiocy was so much more fun to watch (and to write for) than some stiff upper lip. I also have to confess that I found Roger Bart’s take on Nero more tragic than I did on the page. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a petty tyrant and a terrible person, but as an adult, I have more sympathy for a frustrated artist whose talent can’t measure up to his dreams.
And finally, I want to give a shout-out to Allison Williams, who had one of the hardest roles on the show: Kit had to be stylized to fit into our stylized world, but she also had to feel like a real person in a way that most of our guest stars don’t. Her death scene, when she says goodbye to her baby before handing her to Louis and Malina, was legitimately devastating to shoot; there were many tears on set that day, on and off camera. 7) If time, money and actor availability had been no object on the show, who would be on your dream cast?
We got my dream cast. My favorite performers have always been character actresses, so to work on a show with juicy roles for Catherine O’Hara, Beth Grant, Lucy Punch, Joan Cusack, Cleo King, and Mindy Sterling was simply divine. 8) How did the show come up with this solution of what was inside the sugar bowl, and what did Handler have to say about it? Was he ever consulted (and listened to) for any of the "lesser" mysteries? Alternatively, did he give any thoughts on your solutions?
Daniel talked a lot about the difference between books and television, and how a visual medium requires things to be much more explicit. So we always knew the show would have to solve some mysteries that went unsolved (or remained sub-textual) in the books. Some of those solutions were devised with Daniel while writing Seasons Two and Three; some were decided in early story meetings before Season One even started; and of course, others have been there in the books all along – they just require a little sleuthing. Out of respect for all involved, I’d like to refrain from identifying which are which. And ultimately, the show developed its own continuity. So even though we were working with Daniel, at a certain point it wasn’t helpful to always ask, “Well, what was the answer in the book?” Because even if he told us, that answer might no longer be relevant to the show. 9) Why was the title of the Baudelaire Parents' journal from "The End" changed, and how did "The Beatrice" boat end up on Briny Beach for Olaf to use?
Barry felt that calling it “A Series of Unfortunate Events” might confuse viewers into thinking that the book was not, in fact, a journal written by the Baudelaire parents and later Ishmael, but a tale of three orphans written by Lemony Snicket. There was much discussion and we actually shot both titles, but in the end, Barry was right.
As for how the Beatrice ended up on Briny Beach, “a series of unfortunate events” applies there too.
10) Why did everyone run around wanting the Sugar Bowl and its mycellium-immunizing contents, even though the Medusoid Mycellium was believed to have all been destroyed?
It does seem strange that so many adults would run around in pursuit of a meaningless object, but perhaps less so now that I am an adult myself. The Woeful Writing
1) What was the hardest scene to write?
I know it’s controversial among fans, but I’m proud of the opera flashback. Combining so many disparate bits of backstory into one coherent flashback sequence wasn’t easy, so the fact that we managed to weave all those narrative threads together into something that made sense felt like a huge accomplishment. ***** I love Patrick and Morena’s performances (she was our first and only choice for the role), I loved getting to incorporate part of The Beatrice Letters (still my favorite Snicket book), and I love the sense of Casablanca tragedy that hangs over it all. I also love that, when Jacques’ taxi pulls up in the alley, we get the world’s least satisfying Firefly reunion.
2) What was one of the most difficult things you had to face while writing and/or editing?
I come from theatre, so I’m used to making discoveries in the rehearsal room and then having time to try them out. However, TV moves fast; it’s like rehearsal, tech, opening, and closing all in the same night. I learned a lot about production, much of it from Barry, who was incredibly generous about including me in every stage of the process. I also learned to value pre-production, because that was really the only chance we’d have to make big changes. Sometimes that led to exciting things: a large chunk of “The Reptile Room: Part Two” was rewritten the week before it started shooting, because when the set went up, we realized it was continuous (meaning, it was built like an actual house, with all the rooms really connecting) and our director wanted to take advantage of that, with a lot of Birdman-type tracking shots. However, the fast pace sometimes led things to slip through the cracks. Ask me over drinks about Vice Principal Nero’s last name. 3) What were some major or favorite concepts/scenes/lines of dialogue that ended up being cut from the show's scripts and the show itself that stand out to you, looking back?
Losing Charles from “The Penultimate Peril” was a heartbreaker. We were excited to reveal that Jerome was Charles’ new partner, and to finally show an explicit (and healthy) same sex relationship. And Netflix was incredibly supportive; when someone brought up Jerome’s previous marriage to Esme, one of our execs shut them down with, “Bisexuality exists.” Rhys was excited, Tony was excited, and even though they were both on other shows, our line producer managed to find two days when they could be in Vancouver at the same time. Then, just before the shoot, a typhoon struck Fiji, where Rhys’s show is filmed, and he couldn’t make it. The scene had to be rewritten on the fly, and Kerri Kenney was a hero to jump in on short notice (and is hilarious in the episode, by the way). But those curious about the original plan may find the attached scene to be of interest. It was written by Josh Conkel and myself, and it’s still canon in my heart. 4) What was your favorite change that was made due to the necessity of the medium and your least favorite? I’m especially proud of the choices we made when adapting “The Miserable Mill”. Season One was my first TV job and I didn’t know if I’d even get to write a script; many staff writers don’t. And in fact, Tatiana Suarez-Pico, the other staff writer, and I were given “The Miserable Mill” in part because none of the senior writers wanted it.****** So we worked tirelessly to make those episodes great. We came up with the idea that the mill workers were also hypnotized, to tie together the lumbermill and optometrist plots. We were tasked with the Quagmire reveal and we wrote and rewrote it until we landed it. The fact that it was everyone’s least favorite book meant it was an opportunity to prove ourselves. And that script is the reason I got to continue on the show – so I can honestly claim that “The Miserable Mill” changed my life.
5) If time, money and actor availability had been no object on the third season, which storyline or scene would have been most different, and in what way?
Water is the hardest thing to do on a TV budget, and in our third season, every episode required water effects. Shooting with real water is expensive and time-consuming, and when you’re using child actors, time is something you can’t afford to waste. But CGI water is equally tricky: any VFX artist will tell you that having fake water interact with real actors is one of the hardest things to animate convincingly. That’s why, at the end of “The Slippery Slope”, our frozen waterfall had to stay frozen – and why Quigley is taken out by a tree branch instead of a raging stream. The masked ball in S2 was the opposite; it was a scene that I expected to be impossible to film, and it wasn’t. We wrote it thinking there was no chance we would ever get all those guest stars back. To our surprise, they all said yes.
6) Now that you've seen people's reactions to and thoughts on the series, the writers' decisions, cuts and additions, and now that you've had your own time to reflect, is there anything big or small you might alter to be different if you could go back in time?
Ish’s new backstory came from a desire to push the religious allegory in The End. After ending up in paradise, the Baudelaires meet an old bearded man who claims to be the creator of all their miseries – the ultimate authority figure. Then they expose him as a con and a fraud. Of course, as book readers have pointed out, Ish’s claim does tangle the timeline. And while I personally don’t mind a tangled timeline (it’s practically a hallmark of the books), I do regret not leaving a bit more ambiguity in Ish’s confession. An earlier draft included a line where, after Violet says, “You started VFD?”, Ish deferred by explaining that VFD has always existed in one form or another. At the time I felt, “Well, if we’re going to commit to this, we should commit all the way.” But in retrospect, I think the ambiguity would have served us better. Is Ish is inflating his own importance? It would certainly be in character. Guy’s got a serious god complex. 7) Was “The Incomplete History of Secret Organizations” planned from the start of the series or later on? Did you have to collaborate with book designers so the text was consistent with imagery? Was Daniel Handler involved in the code in “The Incomplete History of Secret Organizations”? If so, how closely?
The opportunity to do a behind-the-scenes book came up during Season Three; I wrote it on set while we shot our final episodes. It ended up being a really special way to say goodbye to the whole experience, and interviewing the crew especially gave me an even greater appreciation for the hard work and passion that every single person put in. Daniel wasn’t involved with writing it, but I’d send him the pages to see and approve. Given the way our ending diverges from the ending of the books, those who are interested in things like canons should probably consider the coded couplet to be show-only. The Frightening Future
1) Do you know if there's a chance of the soundtrack being released, or is there a person of particular influence who can be asked? / 2) Has there been any talk of releasing the show on any kind of home video format, be it DVD and or Blu-ray, and if not, how likely is that as a prospect given the relative radio silence we've heard from Netflix so far? Any chance of Netflix adding bonus material (especially commentaries)?
Netflix’s model depends on being the exclusive home of their original content, so they don’t have much incentive to release their shows on DVD, unless it’s a co-production with another studio (like “House of Cards”) or a mega-hit that would be equivalent to printing money (like “Stranger Things”). So sadly, a DVD is unlikely. A soundtrack – or at least streaming music – seems more plausible, and while I don’t have any special knowledge of how to make something like that happen, I do know Netflix is very attuned to social media, so if enough people ask, perhaps they will listen. Also, when I was on the Unfortunate Associates podcast, they mentioned the idea of getting the writing team to record a live commentary track sometime, and I am absolutely down for making that happen. 3) It’s probably way too soon to ask, but do you think there are chances of getting and adaptation of “All the wrong questions”? I would personally love that. In a lot of ways, I think ATWQ is an even richer series than ASOUE; it’s stranger and deeper and ATWQ’s metaphor of childhood as a film noir mystery pairs beautifully with ASOUE’s metaphor of adulthood as a secret organization. However, I don’t see it happening anytime soon. Our series came together at a very singular moment in the history of television – it couldn’t have existed before Netflix, and I doubt we’ll see a show as big and weird again. Still, I’m hopeful that this isn’t the end of my collaborations with Lemony Snicket. Since the show ended, Daniel and I have had conversations about working together on a very different project set in Mr. Snicket’s world. So I continue to hope for the best – even if hope, like an interesting piece of mail, is frequently lost.
-------------- Finally, this isn’t an answer to a question, but I want to say thank you to the people on this board for your fierce devotion over the years. While I’ve never been a registered member, I have to confess that I’m a longtime visitor, dropping in regularly for re-reads and ATWQ theorizing and (I couldn’t resist) to find out what you all think of the show. I know that so many of you have dreamed of seeing these books adapted, and I hope that our adaptation brought you joy, or at least much spirited debate. I know that many of you are writers yourselves, and I hope that our work helped fuel and inspire you. I had fun hiding Easter eggs that I knew only you would get, and as the show ended, I was honored to play a role in paying tribute to Linda, whose compassionate presence truly represented the best qualities of a volunteer. Thank you all for joining me on this journey. And for (wow) reading this far. The world is quiet here.
- Joe
* This became an actual song, “One of Us is a Genius”, that was written for, then cut from, “Austere Academy.” **I was on the 667 Dark forums back when someone posted a few script excerpts they claimed were from Daniel’s original screenplay, and I remember the debate about whether or not they were real. Imagine my surprise when, on my first day on the job, we were given Daniel’s “Bad Beginning” script and I saw the James Brown quote – which I immediately recognized! I have to admit that it was personally satisfying to have that mystery solved at last. ***Regarding the spelling of Jacquelyn’s name: the rule of TV is that, if a lot of people have a name, it’s safe to use, but if only one person has it, then they could sue for defamation, so you have to change it. After our legal department informed us that there is exactly one living human with the name Jacqueline Scieszka, we scrambled to change the spelling to Jacquelyn in any on-screen text. We were not always successful. ****Our guest actors were never contracted beyond their original episodes. (That would be impossible, given how busy they are.) So we found it was prudent to have some extra J.S. characters around. If Joan Cusack hadn’t been able to return for S3, you could have expected to see Jacquelyn Scieszka suddenly show up as a legal secretary to run the trial. *****There’s a gorgeous fan comic that everyone should read called “Fragmentary Plots” (http://fragmentary-plots.tumblr.com/) that also imagines a VFD backstory. While their take is obviously very different than ours, I’m a huge fan, and the shot of Beatrice performing in her dragonfly wings was scripted as a loving homage to a fellow Snicket devotee. ******Tatiana’s script for “The Miserable Mill: Part Two” contains, to my mind, both the funniest and most heartbreaking moments in Season One: Mrs. Poe finally telling Mr. Poe to get it together, and Violet telling Klaus (sniff), “We’re on our own.” Though as far as fanonica elucubrations go, I do like the idea of Carmelita just barely escaping after seeing Esmé die I haven't read Ana Karenina yet
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Post by twigz on Jan 23, 2024 13:43:42 GMT -5
- Duchess R. is [REDACTED]- The Prufrock librarian accidentally [REDACTED]- As a result, [REDACTED]
You can flirt between periods For a minute I thought your flatmate was called lololol well ecxuse me for being a loser im just comeing on because i had exams i dont care about your dumb exams salsahead. You scare me just a bit. You're only 12 and already become that obsessively in love. I'm older than you and still haven't encountered anything like that. Wow. It's a given that I'm much better than all of you, but I've decided to show a bit of mercy. Post in here proving to me your utter disregard for the feelings of weaklings and I may let you join the ranks of Snobbish Elitists. Then again I might just give you some verbal abuse. For some reason, I find myself liking this guy. ;D This being the internet and all, physical possessions matter little, so higher status is conveyed to those who can fight best with words. And are popular. While you seem to be rather vicious with your words, you are not popular, hence your power is greatly diminished here. Still, I can't help but wanting to stick around to see what happens. *exalts* *joins the Ennuian Group of minor amusement* Esmé smirked, but after a quick moment of surpressing laughter she pushed his hand away and looked up at Jerome as if all of this proved her point about her awful uncle. 'I'm sure you would have,' Ollie said, but he sounded as if he didn't truly believe it. 'In fact, if she was wearing anything above the knee at the time, I'm sure of it.'' 'I'm starting not to mind your father anymore,' she laughed as Olaf snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her ever so slightly more in his direction. Jerome shook his head. 'No, I think your uncle's quite charming, actually,' he said, falsely, and he wasn't any sort of actor. 'And he raised a very charming niece.' 'With amazing legs.' Olaf quietly commented. Ohhh you're so attractive when you make stupid threats. Ohhh you're so attractive when you... exist. Bristol Palin unbuttoned her shirt, the false pregnancy suit she had been lugging around weighing on her shoulders. She thought she was alone. The full-length mirror into which she looked indicated that not only was she alone, she wasn't even there, simply an enormous belly and some clothes. She hated pretending to be pregnant. Sarah hadn't had to do it, when she turned the baby now posing as Bristol's brother. A noise came from behind her, a slow hiss. "Don't take that off." Of course she wasn't alone. In the Palin house, how could you be? Her mouth still tasted like the blood of the Alaskan boy she pretend was the father of her baby. She wanted to turn him but needed Der Fuhrer's permission first. She saw a floating skirt and a pair of glasses in the mirror, turning to see her 'mother', hair wrapped in a bun. "We're under constant media scrutiny, Bristol." Sarah said. "You can only take off that suit when you're in rooms without windows." Bristol. That name made her blood boil. In another life, she hadn't been Bristol. She had been Jane Charlotte, engaged to an ice trucker. She had a real pregnant belly. Then Sarah stuck her fangs in her neck and she'd miscarried when her body died. She was given a stranger name and told to go back to school. To meet the new father of her fake child. He understood her more than he let on. He had seen her, sitting with her 'brother' and 'sister' in the cafeteria, on her first day in high school. And she had seen him, fascinated with his ordinariness. He reminded her of her fiance. Her fingers splayed across her engorged stomach. "Why?" "Votes. Your pregnancy shows that I'm a real American with real American problems." She smiled. "Also, it emphasizes my pro-life agenda." They shared a small laugh about that. Sarah's own lips, usually lip-sticked to perfection, were slashed with blood, a grim Glasgow smile. The smell caught Bristol unawares and her stomach rumbled. "Sa...Mother? May I ask you a question?" Sarah's eyes narrowed. Bristol was forgetting to upkeep their disguises. She had chosen her for the false pregnancy because she looked the oldest of her clan's girls. Her lack of intelligence and general inability to keep a secret was becoming a serious impediment to their mission. She might have to kill her. Later. "Ask away, sweetheart." "It's about the boy. Levi?" Bristol looked down. "He's been so great about going to the conventions and supporting our 'family'. I feel as though I really...I'm really growing fond of him. Do you think it would be possible for me to blood him?" Sarah furrowed her brow. "No. But I smell him here. You have not told him who we really are?" Bristol's heart leapt to her throat. Sarah had the best sense of smell out of the clan. Of course she could smell Levi on her. He was not in the house. She had left him in a cave, bleeding. He would need to be close to death for her 'mother' to agree. "I did not tell him." She said, honestly. Sarah sniffed the air. "So you showed him?" She nodded, the slightest head tilt. Sarah threw her into the mirror. The glass broke into pieces, scattering in the moonlight. Her body burned and the suit tore at her muscles. She cried out. Sarah descended upon her. "I came to tell you the new Slayer has acquired help and we must stop him before he is properly trained. We were to greet them at the airport." She snarled. "Now you have complicated matters. I will take care of your boyfriend. You go." Bristol's eyes shone. "What do you mean, take care of him?" Sarah licked her lips and left. The same thing she had done when she killed her fiance. Bristol curled into a ball, suit keeping her knees from her chest. Why did she bother with the clan? She was an educated vampire. She did not need their support. She did not need....The shards of mirror in her arms poked at her. So Sarah wanted her to greet Barack Obama and Joe Biden at the airport? She smiled as she ripped a shard of glass and threw it into the wall. Mirror blades still in her arms, she got up. Summoned her siblings. If she couldn't hurt Sarah for all the things she had done to her, a Slayer would be the next best thing. - Yeah so this chapter is crap. Obviously I had forgotten about this fic. Think of it as place-holder until the next chapter. The bread before the meal. Thank you so much for everyone who read and is still reading.
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Post by twigz on Jan 30, 2024 15:44:26 GMT -5
god there's gold on here Hahaha! Sophie, you are truly a delightful girl and we are fortunate to have you in our little internet community! I have a good friend who I used to talk to often, but now it is less often. Recently this friend has stopped using MSN messenger, which was our main source of conversation. Yesterday, I got a message from this friend on MSN out of the blue. I was tickled, until I found out my friend's account had been hacked and is now being used to advertise porn sites. Examples of messages Jen Anderson (not my friends name) said Im alone right now you got a min to chat?? Soo was up babez?? hi hottie! Also, the avatar was changed to a naked woman. How can I tell my friend, who hasn't used MSN in ages, that this is happening? I get messaged seconds after logging in, so I assume it does this to everyone on the buddy list, and it could be really humiliating for my friend. much more tolerable than someone who rhymes with Smellyfeeta. Dua Lipa? TEXT[glow=red,2,300]TEXT[/glow]hmmm let me see if he said he thinks only 13 books will be in the series and were waiting on the 10th one right now all be .................17or18 by the time the last book comes out at this rate. OOOO all most forgot my mom works at a book store and will let me know when the book comes in and I probaly will be going crazy trying to figure out if sunny lives or dies or cooks some sort o poision for olaf damn him to hell picking on little children like that she cant even insualt him he is a disgrace to man kind (yes i am so bored waiting for the next book to come out that now im insualting a fictional character) Katt
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Post by B. on Feb 3, 2024 13:59:53 GMT -5
Thanks Bee! You're a pleasant girl.
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Post by twigz on Feb 4, 2024 6:19:58 GMT -5
I actually think Jim will wow the sceptics away, just like with Man On The Moon. I think he is able to nail a *perfect* Count Olaf and I'm looking forward to it :-D. I admire Jim in that aspect...when he made Man on the Moon he WAS Andy during the filming...everyone called him Andy, he was 100% submerged... www.examiner.ie/breaking/2004/01/02/story127796.htmlCarrey 'a far cry' from his usual self Hollywood comedian Jim Carrey, 41, has been turning heads on the set of his new adventure/comedy Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, by turning up with "more security than any Hollywood star ever," an insider said. "Each day before he starts, he has the set cleared and closed for anyone but absolutely essential personnel." The source said Carrey also avoids spending time with the many child actors on the film. It is a strange turnabout for the Canadian star. An insider who worked with Carrey only two months ago says this new Jim is "a far cry" from the one on the set of his last film, Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, where he paid for his own personal chef and other amenities and happily mingled with extras. Sounds like Olaf behaviour to me. Um, well *thinks how to answer and still sound smart even though euro has no clue what to say*, uh, the brain has, I don't know! I need to think before I type. That's my problem: I don't think before I do things. I'm an idiot and I hate myself. You shouldn't really hate yourself for that. I do it all the time and consequently hate myself. So this is my story...it's about a girl, in Los Angeles, she's upper-middle class, and there's something weird going on in her utterly privileged life...it doesn't really have a purpose, it's not even close to being finished, and it's NOT AT ALL ASOUE-like, however, if you like "chick lit," you may like this (hopefully?) I've been writing it in my spare time when I'm REALLY, REALLY, REALLY bored, so if it's lame, this is why! Enjoy if possible! XOXO Christine (The Woeful Writer) The Histoire (This means "story" in French for those of you who don't speak the language...the cat's name (Poisson) means "fish" in French also...just so you know.) Could she feel lonelier? Or more exhausted? Probably not, Arianne thought to herself as she sat miserably in her turquoise 700-thread count Egyptian cotton covered bed. As she deliberated on whether or not to go down to the Starbucks across the street in her faded fake Juicy Couture sweatpants with her hair put up messily in a worn-out hair tie that she'd used a million times to put up her thick espresso brown hair and would probably break the next time she used it, her old steel gray cat, Poisson, jumped onto the Pottery Barn catalog honey-colored oak bed and began to rub against her self-manicured foot. She stroked the doting feline with her toes while picking up a pale granite-gray plastic tub of rosemary lip balm and rubbing it onto her chapped lips. Arianne heaved her aching body out of the bed and into her bright, burgundy tinged kitchen, slipping into her cream colored terry slippers she had left in the living room on the way. She decided to make her own coffee with her Illy espresso machine and have the croissant she had gotten the other day that was still in the red oak bread box. She opened her last bag of coffee and looked inside, only to be greeted by half a spoonful's worth of Guatemalan Roast. She decided to throw it away and use instant Taster's Choice instead. But, unfortunately, as she checked the expiration date on the lid she read JAN 7 2004. It had expired over a year ago. Everything around her was old. Her cat, her hair tie, her coffee.she felt so ancient. Why did she feel so antique? This morning she was far too exhausted to go into such deep thoughts. She decided instead to make chai tea for herself to go along with the croissant in the bread box. The kettle whistled angrily at her. "Shut up." She said to the pure blue Target kettle. "I don't need this abuse at 7:30 in the morning. Especially from a tea kettle." Arianne picked up the kettle and poured it into her overpriced Anthropologie mug. She sleepily stirred her tea and then put her much anticipated croissant into the oven. Sipping the hot chai, she noticed a small dent in the wall next to the stainless steel refrigerator that looked like someone's head had been smacked into it. She wondered what this minuscule dent could be from. It certainly hadn't been her doing. She was awaken from her reverie when she realized that her croissant would get burnt if she didn't take it out soon, so she put on a pink oven mitt and grabbed the buttery pastry out of the oven and put it on a white ceramic plate. She took her plate and her mug out of the warm kitchen, taking one last look at the tiny dent, and sat on her chocolate upholstered couch in the living room. Again her slate colored cat trotted up to the sofa and rubbed his ears against the soft faux suede. While she reached down to pet him, she picked up the TV remote and turned on her shiny silver plasma screen television. It had only been installed two days before and the cable guy would be coming that day to set up her DirecTV and TiVo. She sat looking at the blank screen for what seemed to be ten minutes and finally turned it off. She opened the red oak cabinet underneath the new TV and turned on her iPod stereo dock and put her light blue iPod mini into the slot. She pressed play, allowing the iPod to select the song that she would hear at 7:45. She had no idea why she had woken up so early. She didn't have to go to work today. As Arianne listened to Coldplay's "In My Place" she closed her eyes and thought of what she could do that day. Shopping, manicure and pedicure et cetera et cetera. All of it was so boring. She didn't feel like doing anything but wallowing in her singleness. Of course being unattached was a chance for freedom (for some people), but to Arianne it felt like some kind of disease. Poisson was now meowing very loudly by his bowl where only a few insignificant crumbs of Purina cat chow remained. She got up, opened the kitchen cupboard which contained the large Tupperware that held Poisson's food, opened the lid, and scooped out a hefty scoop of chow for her noisy cat. Sitting in a large, cushiony armchair in the fitting room of Saks Fifth Avenue four hours later, Arianne waited impatiently as her friend Isabelle tried on the positively heinous green dress from Marc Jacobs new collection, against Arianne's warnings. She nonchalantly looked over the chipped pink color on her fingernails. Finally Isabelle came out of the large cubicle wearing the hideous frock and said, "What do you think?" Arianne sat open mouthed, desperately contemplating how to tell Isabelle that she looked like a rather large moray eel with arms. "You don't have to say anything! I can tell you love it!" "Bu-" Arianne tried to say. She didn't want her friend buying a $4,000 dress that looked terrible on her, but she seemed unable to say anything. Isabelle grabbed the dress by its thick oak hanger and proceeded to the checkout counter with Arianne in tow. As she handed her shiny platinum card over to the clerk, Arianne squeaked out, "That dress is repulsive!" in the tiniest voice imaginable. Isabelle looked over her shoulder and said, "What?" Arianne shriveled but squeaked again, "That dress is positively horrible." Isabelle gave her a hard look as if attempting to shoot red beams from her light blue eyes. She then turned back to the clerk, sighed, and told the woman behind the counter, "Not today. Thank you." "Thank you." Said Arianne, smiling gratefully. "You could have told me before I'd forked over the card!" Isabelle growled angrily. Arianne stepped out of her gas-guzzling SUV and walked up the perfectly arranged stones to her burgundy door. She turned her key in the lock, only to find the door already open. She threw the door open and frantically searched the living room with her big brown eyes. She surveyed the kitchen, dining room, all three bedrooms, and both bathrooms. Nothing was missing, except the leather pouch that she had found the previous day and left on her coffee table. She didn't know whose it was, but she was still worried. Someone had broken into her home.and probably not for the first time. She went back to the kitchen to survey the crack that she had noticed only a day before. Yes, something definitely had been smacked into a wall. Arianne sat on the couch. She didn't want to call the police. What a hassle. She sighed heavily, put her bag and her sunglasses on the coffee table, kicked off her shoes, and picked up the phone. She carried it with her as she walked to the kitchen to order Chinese. She opened the refrigerator and got out a bottle of iced tea, then pressed the 2 button on her speed dial, Orange Dragon. She could call the police after lunch. After eating her chow mein, white rice, and sesame chicken, Arianne again picked up the phone and dialed 911. A woman with a gruff voice picked up and said, "Police, what do you need?" Arianne paused for a moment, taken aback by the lack of urgency in this woman's greeting. "Um, well, I came home two nights ago and I saw a very large crack in my kitchen wall, and I don't have the slightest idea of where it came from, and the same day I found a leather pouch on my coffee table that doesn't belong to anyone I know. But anyway, um, today when I came home from shopping my door was unlocked and no one else has my house key but myself. There was no one in the house when I came in. But I think that maybe all these events have to do with each other.well, all I know is that someone has broken into my house, left a leather pouch, taken the leather pouch back again, and left a very ugly crack in my kitchen wall." "Okay. What is your name?" "Arianne Trenelo, A-R-I-A-N-N-E, T-R-E-N-E-L-O." "And what is your address?" "13256 Hesby Street." "Okay Mrs. Trenelo, we will file this into our system and increase the Neighborhood Watch in this area- "No, no, it's Ms. Trenelo, I'm not married." "Fine, miz Trenelo. We are going to file this event into our computer systems and make sure that the Neighborhood Watch is doing their job around your block. In the meantime, you may want to make up some flyers to put in all your neighbors' mailboxes letting them know that you've had a break-in." "Okay. But what are you going to do about the crack in the wall?" There was silence on the other end. "Nothing, Ms. Trenelo, we are the police force, not your contractor. If you want it fixed, call him. Goodbye." Arianne held the phone out from her ear and stared at it, incredulously. "Well that was rude." She murmured. She put the phone back on its charger, picked up her new issue of InStyle along with all the other mail she had received that day, and trudged off to her bedroom. She plopped herself onto the bed among all the envelopes and slid the drawer of her bedside table open. As she plucked out her forest green plastic letter opener, Poisson jumped onto the bed and sprawled himself on yellow and white envelopes. She plucked up one, stuck the prong of the letter opener into the tiny hole of the envelope, and sliced through it gracefully. Arianne did this with every bill, bank statement, and check until she reached the last piece of mail which was merely the Penny Saver ad. She threw away all of the envelope debris and finally took her InStyle out of its dirty plastic encasing. Flipping through the thin glossy pages, Arianne opened every perfume ad's flap, sniffing and grimacing. All the new scents were dreadful. She flipped through the pages lined with slim celebrities in silky chemises. Skimming through the heavy magazine, she stopped at a page reading "Home Style." She looked over the excessively expensive ottomans and drinking glasses quickly before dropping the magazine on the bed. She sat up on the bed, tapping her fingers on her chin, thinking. c'mon ladies, lets go crazy before i tie the knot ...they're talking... It'll be nice to have the writers back but nothing beats Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert and Conan O'Brien play-fighting/dancing in the halls to kill ten minutes. And maybe now the House writers can elaborate on Hilson and, much to my dismay, Cutthroat Bilson.
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Post by Reba on Feb 4, 2024 9:51:51 GMT -5
lmao that story is like my immortal for preps
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Post by twigz on Feb 9, 2024 4:53:42 GMT -5
The real scum is the people in the academic classes. I don't want to be stuck with the riffraff. What is your name? Jiminy Cricket, or at least it sounds like Jiminy Cricket. How old are you? Unfortunately, I am about to turn the ripe old age of forty at the end of this month Height? 5'9''. Don't laugh at my shortness! You Got Any Bad Habits? I have a bad habit of spying and stalking people. You A Virgin? Nope. Who's your Mate? My gang of mates are Stephin Merritt, Jerome Squalor, Gregor Anwhistle, sometimes the Denouement triplets and sometimes my brother Jacques. Have Any Kids? I don't want have children. I wouldn't want them to see the horrible world we live in. Favourite Food? I don't have a favourite, all foods are awful. Favourite Colour? Same as favourite food. Most Annoying Person? Olaf, Esme and myself. Yes. Best Friend? My best friends are Stephin Merritt and my sister. Any Secrets? I have a lot of secrets and I don't wish to reveal them all now. Love Anyone? Yes, I love people. I love my family, I love my friends and I love Beatrice. TACOS? ...Excuse me?... Ever Slept In All Day? Yes, lots of times. Species/Race? I don't know if you can see, but I am of the human species. Crush? I have a crush on someone but I'm not say who. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Favourite Band/Singer? Stephin paid me to say The Magnetic Fields *is very scared* Eye Colour/s? Brown. Skin? I'm white. Fat/Average/Slim? Um...Next question? Rain, Sunshine? Rain, I think, is best. Camping Or Staying Home? I don't have a home and I don't think I would like staying there. Dog, Cat? I like cats. Delicious! Lemony eats cats!!! Believe In Aliens? No, I do not believe in aliens. If I saw them with my own eyes, then maybe I would start believing in them. Natural Born, or Clone? Let's ask my mother what she thinks. Teeth? Yes, I have teeth. Ever Destroyed Something Out Of Blind Rage? Of course I have. Are there any unusual things about you? I killed Mufasa! How Much Food/Drink Do You Need A Day? Thinking about it, I'm hungry right now. *Skips off to the nearest Starbucks* Favourite Place? The toilet! Pet Peeve? People who sing "fiddle-diddle-y" over and over. Have you ever done drugs? Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooo..........Actually, y-No! No! No, I have not! *shifty eyes* What do you think about Michael J Fox? What does the 'J' stand for, exactly? Men, we have a mystery on our hands. *Goes on Google* ....Oh...It seems that his middle name is, in fact, Andrew. How boring. Are your feet ticklish? NO! What do you think about Led Zeppelin? Led Zeppelin smells like cheese. What is your view on woman's rights? I like women very much. I'm not gay or anything! Just because a man isn't married by the time he's forty doesn't mean he's GAY! What do you think about The Beatles? *Burps* What do you think about rock and roll music? ROCK 'N' ROLL RULESZ!!! What do you think about rap? Wrapping paper Do you like the word "harmony"? Harmony is the name of a character in the best book/movie ever. Though in the movie it's a bit stupid because she's white, and in the book it says that she's black. Stupid. I got a bit hyper after a few questions and I'M STILL HYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRR NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just found something that was kind of interesting. I was taking a quiz thing, and one of the questions was "who assassinated the Roman king (Caligula) in 41 AD", and one of the options was Nero. (It wasn't right... but still) Here's my draft letter: --- Dear Sir, Permit us, once again, to extend our heartiest of congratulations on this, your birthday. Forty-two years of life is a personal milestone that only a few of our number have achieved, and the rest of us only dare to hope that we might – and to be graced by your work for some thirteen years now is no misfortune but an honour we can only attempt to be worthy of. It is for that attempt – we can only hope you will read these words with a sigh of pleasure rather than woe – that we have once again taken up our pens, keyboards, and miscellaneous input devices to compose a celebration worthy of your work. Another author who some of us have researched – a late author now, for every deadline and surprise party – believed that the number forty-two was a fated figure. He wrote that it was the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything. As is so often the case, the question was just as mysterious as the answer. But in the spirit of this question, and in celebration of your forty-second birthday, we the members of 667 Dark Avenue set out to answer the legendary question of misfortune, a problem just as enormous, and one which you surely deserve an answer to. But instead of an answer of forty-two, we researched forty-two answers, each yielding as much misfortune as the last. Where is the answer to this and all misfortune? Perhaps we were asking the wrong questions. But it is strange how all the wrong questions can become something wonderful with just a few capital letters. So too might our answers reveal something wonderful, if they are read in just the right way. Those ways are mysterious to us, but perhaps an international expert on misfortune like yourself can see through these mysteries and find a source of hope hidden beneath these tragedies. That, too, is our only hope. We wish you the best of luck, sir, and the hope that you will not need it. With all due respect, Antenora, blakegriplingph, Brunch, Bryan, BSam, Countess Violet, Cybermystery, Dante, Emma “Emmz” Squalor, F.D., Hermes, Linda Rhaldeen, LSWannabe, nominatissima, s, Sherry Ann, Sixteen, Sophie Baudelaire, thedoctororwell, Tiago Squalor, tk, Tragedy & all the other members of 667 Dark Avenue
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Post by twigz on Feb 13, 2024 15:58:23 GMT -5
Some of my first cousins are married and they have kids...that makes their kids my cousins too.
Pen is right. Not all philosophy is concerned with changing the world, much of it just seeks to understand things, but that's true of science and art as well. But philosophers have always been concerned with changing the world; John Locke, Jeremy Bentham, Mary Woolstonecraft, John Stuart Mill and Harriet Taylor, Bertrand Russell, and so on. Many of these people were especially concerned with women's rights. You don't have to be a philosopher to care about liberty and equality, but a lot of the positions you are defending have philosophical foundations. (I'm a bit surprised, though, Pen, that you call Adam Smith liberal, since he's often invoked by conservative thinkers - though I think labelling him as either is simplistic; he doesn't fit exactly into any modern position.) The way philosophy is taught in schools, though, is often unhelpful, largely because it's often taught by people without philosophical training. Starting with the history of the subject makes sense - it's interesting in its own right (it's actually my major field), and it's easier to understand the questions and the possible answers if you see the way the debate has developed. But you're certainly not meant to accept things just because historical philosophers said them. Philosophy is perhaps of all subjects the one in which there are fewest definite answers, and in which one most needs to work out one's position for oneself. If you aren't being taught this, something is going wrong. (Generally I come here to relax...) we can talk when youre in college and interested in experimenting
i tried zoinks, jeepers, jinkies, and ruhroh
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Post by twigz on Feb 18, 2024 14:44:09 GMT -5
Suu whoop my rag (rag), I'm suu whoop when I'm mad (mad) "YG, don't you got a daughter?" Yeah, I'm a gangbangin'-ass dad (dad) Yea.. he's such a pube.... *edit* I also made kid-from-art-class take it.. He got Dewey 6:35pmKit That means that you're an emo OCD hotel manager 6:36pmStephen wow.. that sounds about right 6:34pm Stephen apparently is an emo OCD hotel manager.. sweet. 6:36pmKit LMAO! I'm a freelance illustrator now. Lately I've been drawing storyboards for my film friends who are in grad school. But ultimately I'd like to create children's picture books and comics. My last job was a janitor at my college. It's interesting how many conversations you get to overhear -- people really don't notice you after a while. Kinda made me feel like the Baudelaires in the Hotel Denouement This Muppet eerily resembles Roger Bart as Vice Principal Nero... Apologies for the blurriness of the image. For all those hoping for an official expanded score, I recently asked an official representative from LaLaLand Records about it. The company is Paramount's go-to for expanded releases of old scores and they even did the Stepford Wives, which was also Dreamworks/Paramount co-production from 2004. Not much of an answer but at least it appears the potential rights issues with Sony Records aren't a problem, as was previously thought. I wrote a message to you a while ago. But I guess the messenger never managed to deliver you properly. It's nice to be able to hand it to you now.
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Post by twigz on Feb 24, 2024 9:23:25 GMT -5
I hate when my mom asks me if i want to continue doing something and u say yes so she doesn't sign me up for it. I hate it when my mom admits that my sister is her favorite daughter. parents aren't supposed to have favorites!!! I (as D. almost certainly remembers...) am a Zoroastrian, right at the bottom of that list. It's ancient, a few centuries older than Judaism. We believe in a god called Ohrmuzd, who is wise and good; but he is exactly countered in power by Ahriman, who is evil. The responsibility, then, falls to mankind to behave well. Oh, and I think we're 140,000 strong nowadays, Dante. We're slowly dying out. It's frightfully romantic. PJ’s Rant.This will almost certainly be my last Rant for a while. Don’t worry, faithful readers, it has all been taken care of. *mysterious*. You should find out next edition. I’ll only reveal this: it has nothing to do with toasters. Also, the Rant will be continued. And I will continue to write for the 667er. Hopefully. So yeah. Rants. The Bouncy Room threads in MM is incredibly stupid. I mean, it serves no purpose whatsoever. If you people want to post *bounces* all day long, get MSN, or AIM, so that the rest of us don’t have to put up with your crap. Honestly. And then jtb2 went running to the moderator to stop people from dissing the threads. What ever happened to free speech? I mean, what’s so fun about writing “I like bananas” and “bouncing is fun!!!!”? It’s certainly not amusing, entertaining, or even mildly interesting to read. I just can’t understand why threads like those are made... What puzzles me even further is the fact that, after everyone started arguing against the Bouncy Room, the people who created the thread decided that, since the Bouncy Room was so unpopular, they’d better go and make a different room, namely the BUBBLE Room. I mean, how could they possibly think that a Bubble Room would be any more interesting or popular than a Bouncy Room? *shakes head* Tragedy sucks. Like, he has time to go and strike people for making risqué threads, but can’t finally choose a Detriment Deleter for the forum? PMs have been sent to him, but we have yet to receive a reply. <<sigh>> So some guy called LordVaderX has appeared. He’s a pyromaniac, apparently, and is a fan of the “Wheelbarrow”. I mean, this is a children’s forum, for Christ-sakes. Making threads about virginity is one thing, but actually describing something vulgar and disgusting like the “Wheelbarrow” sex position is a bit over the top. LordVaderX’s typing seems kinda n00by, but he doesn’t seem to be pure-really cool member. If it weren’t for the wheelbarrow thing, I wouldn’t even have minded him. Still, time will tell if he has to be EXTERMINATED or not. Meanwhile, it seems that God has finally answered my prayers, and Mr. Poe has been EVICTED from the Big Brother House. Sora too, but he’s allright. Replacing the two of them are zombies SkeletonKey and GreySnicket. Awesome. Uh…*searches for stuff to rant on* oh, right. It’s Ennui’s birthday! Now, Ennui’s awesome, and has been on 667 for as long as I can remember, and I wholeheartedly congratulate him for turning…uh…17? I think it’s 17. I guess that’s all for the moment. I might eventually return to the Rant, but for the next 2 or 3 weeks, at least, I won’t be the Rant-ee. After that, if things are well, it will all be good, if not, we won’t have a Rant for a while, until someone else does it, or until I feel like doing it again. So, goodbye, 667, and good luck. Also, you people need to write more articles. -Teh Peej Then I hope you've learned your lesson. My favorite thing from the series was the whole idea of things being “in” or “out.” This actually helped me get through high school because it emphasized the idea that following trends just because somebody thinks it's fashionable or cool isn't always the smartest thing to do. Esme is the perfect example of what not to do. Being trendy doesn't make you more likely to get friends, or any closer to being successful in life. It only makes you slightly less of an individual if all you do is follow the crowd. The following story is a complete work of fiction. Any similarity to actual individuals living or dead is completely coincidental. It was the 8th of December. Young Bante was as excited as he could be, because it was his 18th birthday. “Mrs. Goubtfire” he cried out quite maturely to his nanny. “Would you kindly arrange the cheese tray for this afternoon’s proceedings? My associates will be here within the hour.” Bante brushed his long, unwashed, red mane. He put on his finest suit and donned a bowtie. Bante was very nervous though, because he had never invited associates to his home before. His mother was overjoyed about him having friends over, but he quickly corrected her. Bante never got along with people, but these associates were different. He met them on the internet at his favorite forum, 445 Park Avenue. This was a website in which he was revered and respected. The members there didn’t know about his thumb sucking, or his bottle fetish. At 445 Park Avenue, Bante was a king! The first associate to arrive was BJ. BJ was Bante’s wacky associate, so Bante wasn’t particularly fond of him. He liked things that Bante hated, such as fun and games. Still, BJ admired Bante so he was welcome at the party. The next associate was Lennui. Unlike BJ, Lennui also hated fun and games so he and Bante got along great. The two of them would spend hours talking about theories and other serious business at Park Avenue. Fruiti arrived ready for some serious times as well. She couldn’t wait. Snakbar the writer came ready to report on this event, then proclaim to all of Park Avenue how interesting and mature Bante was. Even Park Avenue’s admin, Fagedy showed up to see his favorite mature member. And then there was Mantenora. Mantenora held the key to Bante’s e-heart. He had never chatted with somebody who understood him such as she did. He had even shared some of his deepest secrets with her, such as his need to still wear diapers and how besides cheese, the only foods he could stomach were made by Gerbers. He had even asked her to be his girlassociate, and she had happily accepted. But even she didn’t know some of his darkest secrets. These were secrets that he would have to do his best to conceal today. Mrs. Goubtfire brought the drinks into the dining room where all the associates were gathered around the table. Most of them just had soda while Bante drank breast milk. First on the itinerary was theory discussion. Bante was renowned at 445 for his amazing theories, and he had concocted a few doozies for this special occasion. “Pardon me, but have any of you considered the fact that Mr McDoogle could have in fact been the holder of the bronze key all along, and that the coded message from Jonathan was forged by him.” All of the associates stared at him in awe. They couldn’t believe how intelligent and mature he was. “Also, have you considered that the goo dada boo.” Bante’s worst nightmare was coming true. He had gotten this far without anybody finding out his secret, but it was getting harder and harder to hide it. He took a deep breath, and felt better. Unfortunately, he then wet himself. Unforunately for Bante, his day was only going to get worse. During serious discussions about politics time, he accidentally started crying. During talk about how you don’t have friends and you consider everybody an associate time, he actually took a nap! He couldn’t imagine how this day could get any worse, but then it happened. Bante wasn’t universally loved at 445 Park Avenue. There were a few people who thought he was less than perfect, and he hated them for that. His worst nightmare would be for these fun loving jokesters to come crash his gathering and bring games and good times. Birthdays were serious business and should be treated as such. So when he saw the outline of his archenemy, the notorious wastrel Millis, he shat himself. Millis was at his party. Bante nearly died, and couldn’t imagine a worse situation. But then it happened. Behind Millis was Ryle, the obnoxious spambot. Next to Ryle was Harlotte, the constant fountain on nonsense. At this point, Bante was full out bawling, but it wasn’t over yet. Next to enter was Candora, a fun loving girl who almost never posted theories. But it wasn’t until he saw Prawns that he really lost it. Prawns and him had a history or rivalry, and he hated her more than anything. What were these jokers doing at his meeting! “Listen you clowns, you will not ruin this engagement. We have been discussing serious issues in a mature manner and baba mama goo.” The five fun friends began laughing as Bante tripped over his words. Bante was furious, and stood up to approach them, but fell down on his hands and knees. Determined, he furiously crawled to reach them. This just made them laugh harder. Bante was so frustrated that he started crying. At that moment, Daniel Handler entered the room carrying balloons. “Oh look” he said with a smile. “What a cute baby.” And just like that, Bante’s secret was out. As if on cue, Bante’s mother walks in holding a cake. “Oh, how cute. Look at all the guests that are here to celebrate Baby Bante’s first birthday.” Bante was humiliated. Now all his associate, and his enemies knew that he was actually a one year old baby.
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Post by twigz on Mar 3, 2024 12:49:45 GMT -5
me or him 'cause i did alreadly but the whole "dads and time limits ugh!" thing "IM COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!YEAH I ROCK!!!!!!!OOOHHH SHINEY SHARP NAIL!!!OOOOWWWWWYYYYY MOMMY!!!!!! (later)IM OK NOW!!!!!!!!!NOW WHO WHATS TO PLAY PICTIONARY?!?!?!!! !OOOHHH SHARP PENCIL!!!!!"~Sara "Here we go again for the 67th time!"~Melissa(me) ~sorry had to get it out of my system or whatever~ The cigarette man in TPP is sometimes thought to be Lemony. The other various J.Ss referred to throughout the story can mostly be accurately guessed on a case-by-case basis (Jacques is often eliminated by the characters and by extension the readers as a candidate for the initials, since everyone knows him to be dead. This is re-emphasizing the confusion theme dominate in TPP). ok back to the subject,im Esme and........... ............ok so where were we on this VFD thing? Dear diary, OMG liek I TOTALLY dissed every dork in school today! I was wearing this little short pink skirt with ruffles that is way too short! Wow, they SAY they enforce the dress code, but look at me! spent another 800$ on clothes, makeup, etc. You know! The basics?! So, Chris broke up with me AGAIN for cheating on him with Jamie but now Jamie's mad at me because I cheated on BOTH of them with Andrew and now Andrew's mad at me because I cheated on all three of them with Mr. Brown and now Mr. Brown is mad at me because I forgot to give him his after school lap dance. OMG LIFE IS LIKE S0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O COMPLICATED! So I went to Jamie's party and drank a little too much sparkling cider so we all decided to, liek, go to the river bed and make out! Like totally. Of course, Mr. Brown couldn't come, so I had to settle for Jamie. He is like s0o0o0o0o0 immature.... But anyway, gotsta run! Im going to go shopping some more! P.S. I love you Chris! P.S.S I love you Jamie! P.S.S.S I love you Andrew! P.S.S.S.S I love you Mr. Brown! Love, BecKeRZ Dang, u take things WAY too personal. But dont u think less people would see it? Less people might, but come now, you'd have to be pretty pathetic not to see it just because of a change in the actors. NEWSFLASH: It's a film about the HP books, not the HP actors. Edit: I'm not being insulting to you, RedElektra, I'm being insulting to them. I had a dream where I got the 13th book, and the big twist (it made a point of saying it was the big twist) was that Beatrice was 10 years younger than Lemony. Um. Right. yeah this is a repost of a CC work I did almost a year ago, clearly I was way insane. My version of what really happened on the 14th Klaus19 sat in her bathroom, gathering the necessary supples needed for her "Excursion". as she was hiding the Pills in her purse her sister walked in and asked, "Where you going?" "The library" she lied hoping her sister wouldn't ask what she had just in closed in her purse. When she left here house that evening she had no idea witch bar he occupied nightly, so as luck would have it she had his picture in her wallet. She went around for the next 2 hours until finally a man replied "Oh yeah that guy, West Street, 1967. It's named De Java" "Thank you sir!" Responded Klaus19 cheerfully. When she got to the bar she was glad she'd remembered her fake I.D. because as the legal drinking age was 21 she could not even be inside the bar. Immediately she recognized Him, "Sam!" she greeted "How are you man?!" Before he could give her an answer she pulled him closer to her and shoved her tongue in his mouth.
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Post by twigz on Mar 11, 2024 4:42:05 GMT -5
Welcome to 667! Bonjour! Je ne suis pas vraiment le français, mais mon ami May m'a fait obséder avec les Traducteurs En ligne! Maybe I'll understand more of that than Bonjour after I take French I next year. Some general comments first: I've begun to notice a couple of recurring features of the books. One is a flashback to the Baudelaires' life before the fire; in this book there are a few, but the most notable is their father's reminiscence of the cousin who used to burn ants. Another is an update on Lemony's current situation; we are told that his room overlooks a graveyard. Sunny continues to progress, rising to new heights of ingenuity. I didn't notice any of her utterances in this book having special significance, but what I think is new is the idea that her siblings can understand what she is saying. This appears on p. 114 where she says 'coik', meaning 'Thinking about all this is making me dizzy', and Violet repiles 'Me too, Sunny'. I get the feeling that the humorous element in the books is beginning to come into its own. There were a few things in this book that made me laugh out loud in a way that the previous books hadn't - e.g. the bit about how it might be all right, if one was very hungry, to steal a picture from an art gallery and eat it, or how if one is allergic to something one should not put it in one's mouth, especially if that thing is cats. Chapters 1- 3 Mr Poe says the orphans can call or fax him if there is any problem, raising more puzzles about the technological level of the world in which ASOUE takes place. Aunt Josephine's house seems to be built of wood. I wonder if the wood is green. Some of the 'grammatical errors' which Josephine insists on correcting aren't really errors at all. For instance, when Klaus says 'the terrible tattoo on his ankle. It always scared me.', 'it' can perfectly well refer either to the tattoo or to the ankle. So, what exactly is Josephine's relation to the Baudelaires? When Mr Poe says 'your second cousin's sister-in-law', I initially took him to mean 'your second cousin's spouse's sister', since if he meant 'your second cousin's brother's wife' he could just have said 'your second cousin's wife' (or, as it turns out, widow). On the other hand, later when commenting on the ability to whistle with crackers in one's mouth, she seems to imply that Beatrice was in fact related to Ike. Once again we get the problem; if Josephine is a member of VFD, why doesn't she recognise Olaf? Why isn't she aware of the significance of his disguise? Indeed, if she is a member she must have been recruited before the schism, which should mean that she has a tattoo of an eye on her ankle; but she does not seem to see the significance of this. Actually, can we be sure she is a member of VFD? It seems clear that Ike was a member, so Josephine must have had some knowledge of the organisation; and her ability to use codes is suggestive of VFD (though I'm not sure we are ever actually told the code she uses is a VFD code). On the other hand her fearfulness would make her a rather unhelpful volunteer. (So far as I can see, in the book she has always been fearful; the movie changes this, resonably enough, as it is trying to build in the VFD plot from the beginning.) Guys (Pandora, BSam and Sixteen in particular), Mijahu 2.0 is asking a serious question here, so let's not turn this into a poke-fun-at-Tragedy thread. Nope, sorry, robots are my allies. I say it's the vampires you need to watch out for. Is that Onision in your pic? Nope, it's Gerard Way (from My Chemical Romance). But he does look a bit like Onision in this picture. They have this disease where they need to lie on top of each other to survive
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