Reading a friend's screenplay I came across this gem:
"Sensory depravation tank."
Is that what we should call those quarter-op adult film booths? Or the inside of Cheney's cranium? Wish I'd thought up that phrase.
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One could call many of the bars in this part of the world that; what with all the cheap hooch and, umm, ladies of the evening prowling them. They're all working to get their passports back from the club owners. Pricks.
Slavery hasn't been eradicated; It's just assumed a less visible form. "Human Trafficking", the authorities euphemistically put it. Sadly there are more than enough libidinous assholes, to say nothing of pederasts, with passports and the means to travel to keep the whole racket profitable.
that was a great treasure of "oops". but i wonder if it was an error? maybe it was intentional, and only the brightest and the best could see it?
Creative Soul -I don't think it was intentional, because he misspelled it yet another way later. But he is clever enough to make that joke, he's just not a perfect orthographer. Either way, it's funny.
Are you out of a writing lull? I checked your site last night. I've been suffering the same quietude. I guess I spent it all on those lousy snakes for awhile.
Good to see you back, too, Sgt. Sad about the forced prostitutions. Happens here in the US, also. And there was a lot of it in Czech Rep. when I worked there (don't make any inferences). Still is, I'm sure. Probably best to legalize and regulate...
Yeah it's been a wee bit of a lull. Flying my arse off until this week, when I was confronted by the massive backlog of paperwork that had been waiting for me while I was on the road. Not to mention, on an off-day on my last trip I took a train into Hiroshima. I'm at a loss for describing what I saw and felt there.
Sgt. - oh but please try to tell us, on your blog.
Let's see if I can pull it off without pissing off an undue number of New Yorkers... You'll see what I mean.
Right then. it's up... Read at your own risk, y'all.
From "Dear Officer Krupke"
Random Jet: Hear ye, hear ye, in the opinion of this court this child is depraved on account'a he ain't had a normal home.
Riff: Hey, I'm depraved because I'm deprived!
Leonard Bernstein knew it alL!
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