Hey, LMNO...

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Test run

http://www.youtube.com/user/Weaselpanties#play/all

We make a great team.   

I want to do MOAR.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Test run

http://www.youtube.com/user/Weaselpanties#play/all

We make a great team.   

I want to do MOAR.

Then I shall write more.

[AFK]

http://www.scribd.com/doc/20288105/HEYLMNO-v2
Not much changed
                          -A few small corrections (I had lots of TGGR instead of TGRR)
                          -A page that accredits the text and graphics
                          -A few more graphics.

Very nice. 

[Richter]

http://www.scribd.com/doc/20288105/HEYLMNO-v2
Not much changed
                          -A few small corrections (I had lots of TGGR instead of TGRR)
                          -A page that accredits the text and graphics
                          -A few more graphics.

[Jenne]

http://www.scribd.com/doc/20288105/HEYLMNO-v2
Not much changed
                          -A few small corrections (I had lots of TGGR instead of TGRR)
                          -A page that accredits the text and graphics
                          -A few more graphics.

SECONDED

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

http://www.scribd.com/doc/20288105/HEYLMNO-v2
Not much changed
                          -A few small corrections (I had lots of TGGR instead of TGRR)
                          -A page that accredits the text and graphics
                          -A few more graphics.

It is fucking WIN.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I'm not sure I can get rid of the "obviously reading" effect other than by either taking the time and memorizing the entire text as actors do, or by simply not looking at the camera at all.

What about reading it out just recording your voice, then playing that at the same time as making your recording? If you're lucky you'll make mistakes and get an eerie "many voices" effect

Oooooohh... I like this!

[Kai]

http://www.scribd.com/doc/20288105/HEYLMNO-v2
Not much changed
                          -A few small corrections (I had lots of TGGR instead of TGRR)
                          -A page that accredits the text and graphics
                          -A few more graphics.

Just noting you forgot to credit Jenne and Nigel at the very end (can't recall if any other's were left out). Otherwise, this is truely awesome.


See? This shit just HAPPENS around here!

[Pariah]

http://www.scribd.com/doc/20288105/HEYLMNO-v2
Not much changed
                          -A few small corrections (I had lots of TGGR instead of TGRR)
                          -A page that accredits the text and graphics
                          -A few more graphics.

Just noting you forgot to credit Jenne and Nigel at the very end (can't recall if any other's were left out). Otherwise, this is truely awesome.


See? This shit just HAPPENS around here!

SHIT
Must of been when I made the font bigger.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

My daughter is going to illustrate this, and she says we need to make more.

[Kai]

My daughter is going to illustrate this, and she says we need to make more.

I think your original essay worked really well for that. If someone poses an essay and other people follow suit extemporaneously within that context, the shit we could come up with, endless really.

Edit: I keep thinking that the most important part of what happened in this thread was that it was all spontaneous, no planning, just people writing their guts out, and following each other in a sort of friendly Dozens. Like hip hop in prose.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

My daughter is going to illustrate this, and she says we need to make more.

I think your original essay worked really well for that. If someone poses an essay and other people follow suit extemporaneously within that context, the shit we could come up with, endless really.

Edit: I keep thinking that the most important part of what happened in this thread was that it was all spontaneous, no planning, just people writing their guts out, and following each other in a sort of friendly Dozens. Like hip hop in prose.

Seriously. I was so impressed, watching this unfold. I feel like this is the results of months of... whatever. It just fucking HAPPENED. We can spend months bickering and not really doing anything, and then over the course of a couple of evenings our clogged pores start to rupture and everybody writes or does something spontaneously, almost like a reflex, like you have no choice, and this happens.

Those other months, those are when it festers.

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

It festers like a sebaceous cyst. Deep under the skin, your anger rots and creates a stinking ooze. It seems sometimes that this boiling thick jelly will come pouring out of your mouth, eyes and nose holes like a soapy discharge at the next person who looks at you and says "At least you have a job".
At least.
At least you have.
It's the scalpel that pierces the flesh and allows this fountain of hate and filth to come erupting from the hole it tore in your existence.

As this volcano of scum and blood pours from your gut your hands instinctively yet unconsciously reach out for the neck of the person who auditorilly assaulted you with their speech bubbles of inanity...
Then come the lights. The screams of children. The sirens. The impending doom that you now have to face.
You've done it this time, son.
This is the one.
You'd better run till your lungs explode like an overinflated tire. Run till your feet turn to pâté and legs are just imaginary items you used to have.
Run.
Till it all goes Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.

[Cainad (dec.)]

God damn it guys. I hate spiders.


all around.

[Kai]

It festers like a sebaceous cyst. Deep under the skin, your anger rots and creates a stinking ooze. It seems sometimes that this boiling thick jelly will come pouring out of your mouth, eyes and nose holes like a soapy discharge at the next person who looks at you and says "At least you have a job".
At least.
At least you have.
It's the scalpel that pierces the flesh and allows this fountain of hate and filth to come erupting from the hole it tore in your existence.

As this volcano of scum and blood pours from your gut your hands instinctively yet unconsciously reach out for the neck of the person who auditorilly assaulted you with their speech bubbles of inanity...
Then come the lights. The screams of children. The sirens. The impending doom that you now have to face.
You've done it this time, son.
This is the one.
You'd better run till your lungs explode like an overinflated tire. Run till your feet turn to pâté and legs are just imaginary items you used to have.
Run.
Till it all goes Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.

See, this is what I'm talking about. People around here have incredible intelligence for words and writing, and when it comes spontaneously the major result is very nice. I love how we can very simply let loose in prose for great justice.