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BEST IDEA: those sand molds we had as kids at the beach plus SNOW
In my playwriting class, we were asked to write down 5 things we think a good play always is and 5 things we think a good play never is. We also had to think of a 5 syllable word. Mine were:
SHOULD ALWAYS BE: Relate-able to different types of people, takes advantage of/makes artistic use of the capabilities of the stage, written with an understanding of the characters, engaging&captivating, and hopeful (even when dark.)
SHOULD NEVER BE: Preachy, stereotyped, written with no depth of characters, abusive of scene length and cluttered in story and set.
5-SYLLABLE WORD: Parenthetical
And so I set about writing a “bad play.” One of the key “always” traits I obliterated was the idea that a play should be accessible to many different types of people and the “never” trait I played with the most was “preachy.” My favorite lines include:
Just between us, our napkins are about as effective as parenthetical phrases in an ee Whitman poem.
It’s just that ever since I started working in web development, which is a male-dominated field, I’ve felt oppressed and silenced by the patriarchy!
It’s not fair that I’m wasting my talents as a barista when I should be writing the next Great American Novel and it’s not fair that you’re a woman!
I hate being such a drain on society but none of the game developers know the first thing about gaming! They think All Your Base Are Belong To Us is a baseball play!
Yo man, parenthetical me up some coffee!
Chai tea for the delicate little woman because I can’t handle coffee? Get a job, you misanthropic chivalry!
Male privilege! (and then the character “exits” by hiding behind a counter because the stage is too cluttered with set to actually exit)
Too long, didn’t listen. (this is the last line of the play, after three consecutive monologues.)
I’m expected to summarize a 200 page book into half a page for class and it’s totally impossible!
MY GECKO IS ANGRY ABOUT THIS
| Brain: | Sweet, snow! |
| Body: | I don't feel so good. |
| Brain: | You're fine. |
| Body: | But it's so cold! |
| Brain: | It's fun. Relax. |
| Body: | Now I'm wet and the ice is slippy and I wanna go inside! |
| Brain: | Hey, look, they're building an igloo. Let's check it out. |
| Body: | Take me inside. My nose is runny and I think I'm getting frostbite. |
| Brain: | You are not getting frostbite. |
| Body: | I swear my fingers are turning black and falling off as we speak. |
| Brain: | Quit with the melodrama. We're staying. |
| Body: | I refuse! I will just fall in the snow OH GOD IT'S SO COLD IT HURTS |
| Brain: | You're pathetic. |
| Body: | Now will you take me inside? I want soup. And snuggles. Get me soup and that boy you like to talk to. |
| Brain: | Fine! |
| Body: | Now I'm sick. You kept me out there too long. |
| Brain: | Are you serious? |
| Body: | We're staying in bed. |
| Brain: | I have better things to do. Get up. |
| Body: | Why can't we go back to Arizona? I never feel this awful when we're there. |
| Brain: | Because I like it here. |
| Body: | Pleeeease? |
| Brain: | Stop whining. |
| Body: | My throat hurts and I'm sniffly and I'm hungry and I can't walk on the ice and it's cold and I'm tired and I WANNA GO HOME |
| Brain: | I hate you so fucking much. |
| Lily: | FNARGH! |
| Carlyn: | SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHBLARF |
| Lily: | HURGLE BURGLE |
| Carlyn: | SMARGLE SCHMEEGLE |
| Lily: | MARGHRAMNARFER |
| Carlyn: | FLARGGGGGGGGFNARF |
| Lily: | BANBAMGLARMDORF |
| Carlyn: | MARFTLARNSCHTNARK |
| Lily: | WARJKLININGBERG |
Lily is a sophomore Creative Writing major from Phoenix, Arizona. She loves snow (OMFG GUYS DID YOU SEE THE SNOW OUTSIDE?!!??!11?!?1111 OMGOMGGGMGOM), cute animals (especially baby turtles), the Internet, peppermint flavored objects, being in her underwear, and writing letters. She regularly displays her linguistic abilities by crushing others self esteem while playing Bananagrams. If your interests lie in poorly written porn, please direct yourself elsewhere. Kbye.
My next culinary goal is ichigo daifuku. (That’s mochi + red bean paste + strawberries. Aahhhh my mouth is watering…)
Pic by shok
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant
more snow spam i’m from arizona okay
LOOK AT HOW MUCH IS PILED ON TOP OF THE TABLES!
STAIIIIIIIRS! We made a sweet (and rather death-defying) sled track down the stairs by the Athenaeum, but the ones by the T were just a mess of packed icy slipperiness.