Author Topic: Room 101


Room 101
« on: April 09, 2016 »

And here I thought that was going well.

If anyone is reading this I do apologise for going back on my word. I promised no more stories from the past, and share blame for failing to deliver. Please accept as a mitigating circumstance that I didn't start the conversation.

Yacf can't escape acf. Moderators can of course discourage it as a topic. Locking the stable door after the dead horse has bolted may have seemed necessary for keeping the peace.

I say they can't escape, but of course they largely have. They have a cozy little forum going, often described as a pub. Let's call it a saloon. In walks a stranger (more so for those who weren't here back in the day, but I figure enough people who were, and were bewildered by my actions, have ever after considered me a stranger). As the saloon doors flap open a tumbleweed can be seen scuttling by outside. What does the stranger want? A few hands slide unobtrusively to guns in holsters and next to losing poker hands.

The barkeep ambles over. "Whisky for my horse, and a shot of rice milk for me," the stranger says. Some fingers tickling revolver handles relax. Not all. One of the regulars stands up, his chair clattering backwards to the dead wood floor. "I know you. You shot me at the O.K. Corral. Killed my brother Bear." [played by the multifaceted Garret Dillahunt – Ed.]

The stranger considers his options. Finally, he takes off his hat. Out hops a bunny. Who's writing this Western, anyway?

"Barkeep, change the channel," says one of the regulars, motioning to the TV I just noticed on the wall over the sign saying You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink. It's a rerun.

Al Swearengen declares war on tedium. Enter the peacekeeper.

"We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when," says the stranger, scooping the bunny back into his hat and exiting stage left

only to reappear from stage right. "My friend will have a carrot juice to go."


Don't mention the war
« Reply #1 on: April 15, 2016 »
This is my third Downfall (or maybe fourth, I've lost count). It's a different direction from Raiders of the Lost Dust Bunny, which critics compared unfavourably with the “Spleenwarming” if pedestrianly titled Friday Night Ride to the Coast.

"Initially I couldn't decide who should play Hitler, or whether anyone needed to," said the filmmaker. "Let me be Hitler! I thought, because, you know. It's fun playing the villain. In the end it seemed more fair to take turns."