"I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and you father smelt of elderberries!"
-Frenchman Taunter
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."
-Sylvia Plath
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hot and raining??! what the fuck?
Yep. That was a shitty post... Holy crap. I was gonna delete it ASAP but now there's a comment so I don't wanna. lol. I was intensely frustrated at someone and hot and rain-soaked so... ya. I excuse myself for sounding a wee shitty.
It can't be hot and rainy? lol. In the South, it tends to rain a lot in the summer (hence the humidity) so we don't get cool summer rains. We get hot sticky rains to make sure that we get to have hot, stick, and humid days to come.
I fucking hate this place in the summer.
So... To you and everyone else, 1-10... How Southern do I sound? My generally annoied mood brought more of a drawl out than normal, not to say I don't have one as it is... but... yeah. I'll shut up now.
-=The Prynce
hehe..I thought it was funny.
NO, it can't be hot and rain. at least not in my experience. I seriously can't imagine hot rain!
hahahah! a southernness scale; this should be fun ;)
well, I can definitely tell you're from the south :) for the most part, I'd rate you a 4, but you get an 8 for the following words:
ride, sweat, chris, shit
You really should take a trip to the South in the summer. You'll want to leave after a few hours, probably. Hot rain is so common. lol. I mean, the rain itself isn't hot, but it IS warm. But it's like taking a shower in a steamy bathroom when the water's getting cold so it's only luke-warm.
Fuckin' vowels! lol. Seems 'i' is my problem. What's really miserable is to be really tired or something and to slip up and say something insanely Southern like the people around you.
I was on a ghost hunt like 6 months or so ago and we found this little stone with the names of 3 kids on it that were all born on different days and years but died the same day and it had their parents names on there so it was more than clear they were siblings. But we were recording audio for EVP and my friend Darrell asked how I thought they could have died or somethin' like that and I was like "I dunno unless someone killed them all or they died in a fire."... Now when it's written, it sounds fine. But 'fire' came out more like 'for'... I was so disappointed in myself. lol. But in my defense, we had just left a truck stop and when I'm around rednecks or stupid hicks, I try my best to let all intelligence in my voice slip to sound more like them 'cause I've seen "Easy Rider" too many times... lol.
Did that last part sound arrogant? It wasn't meant to if it did.
-=The Prynce
Hey, thats really kool that your post was audio.
love,
shannon
hahahaha..yeah, I do the same thing except instead of being around hicks we have lots of ghetto black people here and I used to work in the same office as one girl like that and when I came home at night I'd be talking just like her. and its really bad! but I always sound like that if I'm mad or drunk.
I've never seen easy rider.
Merci, Shannon. But it was a shite post. You were there...
I'm surrounded by ghetto black, white, indian, and Mexican people, lol. The South is got a little of everything and a lot of some things.
In Easy Rider, Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper ride across the country on their motorcycles to smuggle some coke into New Orleans in their gas tanks.
They sleep outside every night because not even the shitties dive motels will give them a room and they get arrested in one town for parading without a license and they meet Jack Nicholson who's a lawyer and a drunk. He gets them out of jail and tells them if not for him, they probably would have been killed by the cops for being bikers with long hair, basically.
But they leave and Jack goes with them because he wants to go to this whorehouse the governer of LA told him about.
So they go into a diner to try and get some food and the men in the diner talk amongst themselves but outloud about how they're gonna hurt/kill them and making fun of them and calling them women and shit but the girls in the diner want them and all so... yeah.
They leave the diner and all and they set up camp somewhere in the parish and that night when they're sleeping, the men come there and beat them with clubs and shit and Jack Nicholson died.
Anyway, they get done with what they set to do and on their way back, a truck with two rednecks in it see them and the passenger says he wants to 'scare them' so he grabs his shotgun and when Dennis Hopper rides by, they fire it in the air and it startles him, he wrecks his bike, and is hurt really bad and dying so Peter Fonda tells him to hold on and he'll go get help. But the guys in the truck kinda freak and are probably scared of Fonda so they say the have to go back and they do as Fonda's speeding down the road and they shoot him and his bike explodes and he dies.
All three of them died because they were not rednecks, basically, and in reality, Jack Nicholas was, he just wasn't ignorant. He wasn't even a biker and had short hair.
But that's the way it was (and still is to some degree) in the South in the 60's. When Nicholas is telling them about how they'd be killed if they stayed, he even makes the comment about how you can kill people in the town and the cops won't care, as long as they're not white.
There's another scene before Jack dies that's pretty right-on, too. I'll post that... now. lol.
George = Jack Nicholas
Billy = Dennis Hopper
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George: Oh, they're not scared of you. They're scared of what you represent to 'em.
Billy: Hey man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody needs a haircut.
George: Oh no. What you represent to them is freedom.
Billy: What the hell's wrong with freedom, man? That's what it's all about.
George: Oh yeah, that's right, that's what it's all about, all right. But talkin' about it and bein' it - that's two different things. I mean, it's real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace. 'Course, don't ever tell anybody that they're not free 'cause then they're gonna get real busy killin' and maimin' to prove to you that they are. Oh yeah, they're gonna talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you about individual freedom, but they see a free individual, it's gonna scare 'em.
Billy: Mmmm, well, that don't make 'em runnin' scared.
George: No, it makes 'em dangerous.
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So my point, to sum things up, is that I'm a dude with long hair that doesn't play by the rules as they're 'set' down here, so the least I can do is learn to talk like I'm runnin' on an IQ of about 3.5 to get by in one peice. I guess it also helps that I'm 6'4" and 'round about 270 lbs, too. lol.
Well this comment is longer than my recent posts so I'm gonna shut up now.
-=The Prynce
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