That thing that is going around ...
Nov. 12th, 2008 12:42 pmIt's only cause I want people to talk about me ...
"If you saw me in a police car, what would you think I got arrested for?
Answer me, then if you feel the need to have people talk about you, post to your own journal and see how many crimes you get accused of."
"If you saw me in a police car, what would you think I got arrested for?
Answer me, then if you feel the need to have people talk about you, post to your own journal and see how many crimes you get accused of."
Just guessing...
Date: 2008-11-12 06:45 pm (UTC)Two possibilities:
1) someone laid hands on a member of your family and you caused them grievous bodily harm.
2) your mouth got the better of you* and you verbally sliced & diced the wrong person at the wrong time.
(*You do tend to be very careful about those things, I know, but I can imagine you being pushed over the brink by some complete and utter IDIOT JERK)
We don't need no steenkeng badges!
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Date: 2008-11-12 07:35 pm (UTC)This is the chance the cultists have been waiting for. It's hardly difficult for one of them to trick your hotel room door into opening, and they slip in and start to broadcast...the Necronomicon, set to children's rhymes and Barney songs. And they have somehow magically arranged that your signal goes out to the whole City of Chicago. (It would have to be magic, you didn't bring an antenna).
Except for your regular fans, who merely hope your programming will improve once the con officially gets started, people start to go crazy.
In the meantime, the cultists have arranged for your waitron to be totally incompetent, to thoroughly delay your return. Eventually, you finish your dinner, along with your scathing satire of the restaurant. It is very late; the filk started a while ago and you're tired, but you want to show off--er, warn the nice filkers about this restaurant before it happens to them. So you head back to the hotel as the cultists put their tape on loop and sneak back out again. You head straight to the filk room and borrow a guitar to sing your satire. You're just finishing when the police show up to arrest your for broadcasting dangerous material over the airwaves. For some reason, they don't believe you when you protest you have no idea what they're talking about.
Having one helpful filker explain "filk" to the nice police officers doesn't help, but when another starts singing odd words to Barney's happy family song, it disorients the cops.
Will the filkers manage to help you escape long enough to restore sanity (or at least safe insanity) to RadioCap (and Chicago) before the end of the con? Or will most of midwest fandom be destroyed when they try to head home through Chicago traffic, only to find that all of the other drivers have road rage or deep depression or both?
Tune in next time...
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Date: 2008-11-12 07:44 pm (UTC)Dum de dum dum.
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Date: 2008-11-12 07:45 pm (UTC)Dum de dum dum DUM!
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Date: 2008-11-12 07:48 pm (UTC)you have to watch A Night At The Museum to get that last bit
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Date: 2008-11-13 09:04 pm (UTC)How about public snarkiness? Battle of wits with an unarmed person? Spitting into the wind?
Am I close? :)
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