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Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Juliebird - Aug 10, 2010 2:57:30 pm PDT #17243 of 30001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider

It's eleventh hour (this is due Friday) and I suddenly got roped into finishing a project that's been ongoing for months. It's a podcast for the arboretum and it's been titled "Trees Talkin' Trash", and it's a guided tour of the arboretum geared towards third to fifth graders using the existing trees anthropomorphized into characters talking about the history of the place and the environment both naturalist and political. And the script is one fucking long monologue and there's nothing trashy about it.

So, in the interests of young folk who would be listening, what constitutes appropriate smack-talk? I'm trying to introduce some sarcasm, and am tempted at some "you're momma was an acorn" jokes. I just can't believe this shit was put in my lap and it's due FRIDAY and the two education staff and the intern who originally wrote the script came up with this boring crap. And I'm the only one saying it's so, and so I've gotten stuck with the overhaul. I don't know kids! I'm having visions of The Last Unicorn and Butterfly being the fucking crazy narrator and one of the trees being the Douglas Fir molesting Schmendrick.


Juliebird - Aug 10, 2010 2:59:12 pm PDT #17244 of 30001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider

Also, thank you for your awesome hive minds in the fall festival department.


msbelle - Aug 10, 2010 3:05:10 pm PDT #17245 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

YAY cynical mind for the win!

oh Cash, that is rough.

so......was part of a VERY MINOR 4 car accident on the way home from mac's therapy. SERIOUSLY MINOR - on an Interstate at 5:30 and no car damage and no one hit. basically we all bumped bumpers and the first car just started a chain reaction. I was car 3 and am not clear if I hit the car in front of me and then got hit from behind or if I got hit from behind and pushed into the car in front of me. mac was not even freaked out.


Spidra Webster - Aug 10, 2010 3:06:31 pm PDT #17246 of 30001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

"Your mama was an acorn" is pretty damned funny to me. Hard to know what to suggest without know the actual trees/plants/arboretum map in question, though.


meara - Aug 10, 2010 3:06:53 pm PDT #17247 of 30001

It's not the same feelings as seeing the CSI truck pull up and start digging in the neighbor's back yard but still. This kid BEGS to have Owen over to his house to play.

...OK, did the CSI truck thing really happen??!

And, poor kid. At least now you know? Eep.


Cashmere - Aug 10, 2010 3:08:49 pm PDT #17248 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.

OK, did the CSI truck thing really happen??!

Not to me!

I just had to take a break and let Olivia paint my nails. She needs more practice. But it was fun.


Spidra Webster - Aug 10, 2010 3:08:52 pm PDT #17249 of 30001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

Glad you and Mac are okay, msbelle.


Cashmere - Aug 10, 2010 3:09:08 pm PDT #17250 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.

msbelle, ack! Very glad it was minor and you're ok!


Lee - Aug 10, 2010 3:10:38 pm PDT #17251 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

So glad you and Mac are okay and that he is not freaked out, msbelle.


Juliebird - Aug 10, 2010 3:18:25 pm PDT #17252 of 30001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider

Spidra, we've got a European Beech called the Elephant Tree, he's the star. I'm introducing a sympathetic character that will either be a young honey bee just out of the hive, or a young chipmunk. There's a ginormous Tulip Tree that I'm calling Tiny Tim, because I find that freaking hysterical. A Sugar Maple who's all "my milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard", a depressed Giant Sequoia concerned about the oil spill, a young punky Red Oak who was just planted this year, an abused American Beech I'm call Gus (for Fagus) with carvings in his bark, some evergreens, amongst them Hemlocks, who for now are droning on about paper and recycling, an Ironwood that I am resisting doing pervy things wth, and a heap of decomposing wood that I'm trying to turn into a ghost story to tie the whole thing together (culminating in a circle-of-life bit of nonsense that might involve some new age trite about the air we breathe and the air the trees breathe.)