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Laughing_2

shellicherise

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JOINED: July 20, 2010

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Laughing_2
Released over 1 year ago
Text_notecard_shadow_top_left One last thing. Wouldn't it be fantastic to do a Tea Party scene with the political "Tea Party" in the scene. Or some sort of combination of the two... I think it would be fun, though I'm not positive what it would consist of. :) Text_notecard_shadow_top_right
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Laughing_2
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Text_notecard_shadow_top_left Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is my all-time favorite book. I learn something new about myself and the world and "education" every time I read it. And once, when I was very young, I was the march hare in a musical version of the novel (this has a point, I promise).

This scene (the one immediately preceding the Tea Party scene, which I'm sure other people will jump to immediately because it is so great and famous) was played almost exactly as it was written, but the cheshire cat was this fabulous 14 year old boy who was somehow sexy and sarcastic and ever so intriguing. I am seriously lacking in artistic abilities like drawing and photography, but it would be so great to capture that sense of... sensuality in the cheshire cat.

I hope that made some sense. Anyway, enjoy this passage. Incidentally, I do believe we are all mad here at hitrecord.

"The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good-natured, she thought: still it had very long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt that it ought to be treated with respect.

'Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. 'Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. 'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'

'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.

'I don't much care where - ' said Alice.

'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.

' - so long as I get somewhere,' Alice added as an explanation.

'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk long enough.'

Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question. 'What sort of people live about here?'

'In that direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, 'lives a Hatter: and in that direction,' waving the other paw, 'lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.'

'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.

'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'

'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.

'You must be,' said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come here.'

Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on 'And how do you know that you're mad?'

'To begin with,' said the Cat, 'a dog's not mad. You grant that?'

'I suppose so,' said Alice.

'Well, then,' the Cat went on, 'you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.'

'I call it purring, not growling,' said Alice.

'Call it what you like,' said the Cat. 'Do you play croquet with the Queen to-day?'

'I should like it very much,' said Alice, 'but I haven't been invited yet.'

'You'll see me there,' said the Cat, and vanished.

Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so used to queer things happening. While she was looking at the place where it had been, it suddenly appeared again.

'By-the-bye, what became of the baby?' said the Cat. 'I'd nearly forgotten to ask.'

'It turned into a pig,' Alice quietly said, just as if it had come back in a natural way.

'I thought it would,' said the Cat, and vanished again.

Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did not appear, and after a minute or two she walked on in the direction in which the March Hare was said to live. 'I've seen hatters before,' she said to herself; 'the March Hare will be much the most interesting, and perhaps as this is May it won't be raving mad - at least not so mad as it was in March.' As she said this, she looked up, and there was the Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.

'Did you say pig, or fig?' said the Cat.

'I said pig,' replied Alice; 'and I wish you wouldn't keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly: you make one quite giddy.'

'All right,' said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.

'Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin,' thought Alice; 'but a grin without a cat! It's the most curious thing I ever saw in my life!'
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Laughing_2
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Text_notecard_shadow_top_left If every parent followed Lewis Carrol's advice for parenting, children might be better behaved. ;-)

"'Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes:
He only does it to annoy,
Because he knows it teases.'

Chorus.

(In which the cook and the baby joined): -

'Wow! wow! wow!'

While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song, she kept tossing the baby violently up and down, and the poor little thing howled so, that Alice could hardly hear the words: -

'I speak severely to my boy,
I beat him when he sneezes;
For he can thoroughly enjoy
The pepper when he pleases!'

Chorus.

'Wow! wow! wow!'"
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Laughing_2
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Text_notecard_shadow_top_left I don’t know how to do this...
So I guess I’ll just start talking.
I wanted to create art and
To say something or do something or create anything
That might make a difference
So listen closely or you might miss
What I have to say, cause my point is this
I have dedication to fulfilling expectations
Of my mom and dad and sister and brother and cousins and neighbors and people I’ve never even met.
You’re going to make a difference, they say
And I say okay,
After meditation and prayer and supplication
I decided education, do what we can to make it better,
So here’s my question:
Where’s your dedication?
Is it to animals or children
Or schools or religion
Politics or music
Cooking or slapstick
I don’t know what your passion is,
Maybe it’s Michael Bay movies
Or chips ahoy cookies
Poetry, symphony, equality, literacy,
Natural hair, daycares, solar flares, clean air,
Here’s what I know.
I once knew a man who was like me and you
He worked and played and lived each day
Never hurt a fly, but never dared to care,
When I asked him why, he would sit and stare,
And this man, he’s fine,
He’s well and alive,
But he could do more,
You could do more.
I could do more.
No one is born special.
We’re brought to this earth and we’re given a gift
A talent, a charm, something,
But we have to decide to do something
Anything, to give back.
Nothing is spontaneous,
Art isn’t instantaneous
It may not be glamorous,
But change isn’t guaranteed to us,
We have to do it,
So choose your passion,
Make your difference.
Set no limitations and exceed expectations.
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Laughing_2
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My first try at spoken word.

You'll probably notice that it's a video file. I didn't have the patience to figure out how to format the voice files on my sweet old HP to one that was compatible, so I just recorded it on a video. As soon as I have time to do just an audio version I will. :-)

I like it, but hate my voice so if someone else wants to try reading it, I'll post the words in a little bit.

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Laughing_2
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Text_notecard_shadow_top_left She walked through the studio, her toes clutching the mustard colored shag carpet with every step. Her guitar laid abandoned on the silver stool, sheet music was scattered along the sound board, with all its foreign switches and knobs. 'All I want,' she thought, 'is a hit record.'

Inspiration whispered in her ear, "just create. and hit record."




I felt like as long as we were being punny, this needed to be included.
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Laughing_2
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Text_notecard_shadow_top_left Today I watched a small girl pick a dandelion in front of the church. She had black eyes that shone in the sun like an onyx stone set into a ring, skin the color of a fresh baked peanut butter cookie, and a light pink dress with yellow polka dots and yellow trim. After she leaned over and plucked the stem from the sparse grass, she took a deep breath, stretching her cheeks like two small balloons, and blew the dandelion gently. The tiny white seeds scattered and swirled across the church yard. She closed her eyes to make a wish, and I closed my eyes too. I closed my eyes and wished that I had my own dandelion. That I had breathed in deeply and filled my lungs up with my prayers and desires and fancies. That when I released the air, I would send the seeds into my future, planting my hopes and dreams and giving them life.

But when I opened my eyes, the small girl with the pink dress and dark eyes had run off and I was left standing alone in front of the church, feeling all of my twenty-one years. The cool spring air brushed my hair across my face and I thought about picking a dandelion myself and making my own wish. But I didn’t. Because I knew that when the petals floated into the sky, they wouldn’t disappear into the clouds. They wouldn’t make my wishes come true. I knew they would land in the church yard and grow into weeds, pulling up grass and making the gardeners grumble. And I thought to myself... that realization was the saddest thing about growing up.
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