May 28, 2008
clusterflock by the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre
The custom clusterflock video is here!
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- Sheila Ryan: Baboon penis bone, y’all.
- Kelsey Parker: I figured you meant.
- Deron Bauman: That was in response to your previous comment.
- Kelsey Parker: I like where you’re headed.
- Deron Bauman: Maybe if we could combine the two.
- Kelsey Parker: Wait. I just looked up “vivisection.” So far as I know, Joy isn’t dissecting live...
- Kelsey Parker: Yep, me too. She isn’t a bit bashful, and in that way her temperament reminds me of my Human...
- Deron Bauman: Kelsey, I’m as fascinated by her as I am by the dissections.
- Kelsey Parker: David and I are officially hooked on Inside Nature’s Giants. Joy Reidenberg’s enthusiasm...
- Erica Braverman: I’d hire this guy to cook whatever’s around. I’m wondering how he is with laundry.
- Deron Bauman: I love how there is a life within the hospital, and Jackie, whatever her shortcomings, thrives in it....
- Erica Braverman: Nurse Jackie is a family affair at my house. I can’t wait to watch the newest season. Of...
- Deron Bauman: Amen.
- Deron Bauman: Yes, Michael, I thought so. I haven’t watched the second season yet, so I’m not sure...
- Michael Smith: Also, Game of Thrones is probably the only reason we’ll pay for HBO when our 3 months free...
Oh, most excellent.
This makes me want to French kiss those sock puppets, I love it so much.
Good lord I think we can all die happy.
I’m a patron of the arts!
“That’s not art!”
“It could be . . . “
Most marvelous. Indeed. Which do I love more, the faux-”Vincent” or the annotation that CFers have a hankering for older men? Hehehe. I don’t know.
It’s a shame we’ve no older men amongst our contributors.
Super goodness….
I think I got drain bamage from watching that.
Callista, you reckon all that “cluster cluster flock . . . cluster cluster cluster flock” bamaged your drain?
Stupendous!
Oh joy. Oh rapture. Oh sock puppetry!
What is it about these puppets? What do they know that I don’t?
All I know is I love it.
I wonder what happens when a sock wears out.
When I realized that such entities, say, as Captain Kangaroo’s associates “Bunny Rabbit” and “Mr Moose” must surely be subject to wear and tear, I concluded that they were replaced periodically; these and similar speculations contributed to the insomnia that plagues me to this day. Night.
Now, I kind of wish I was a sock puppet, or Scottish.
“Can you not put that guitar on without help from me?”
“Amazingly, no.”
Americans look askance when a fellow American says such things as, “Amazingly, no.”
Sheila, I have said those very words in earnest in a cafe before. I definitely got looks.
Andrew, I’m sure you’ve gotten those without saying a word before.
Did I say that out loud?
At work I walked past two guys talking in the hallway just as this British guy said, “splendid!”. That kind of thing would definitely get you looks in Fort Worth, Texas, y’all.
Loud and clear, Rick!
Andrew surely gets some looks, especially if he’s sporting his ‘stache.
Pure genius! MORE !! MORE !! I want MORE!!!
I’ve been out of town–a miserable, Internet-less, black hole of a trip–and I came home to find this! Oh, life is indeed worth living! The Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppets said my name!
Daryl and I have decided to present a tribute to the SFSPT, as the Texas Self-Deprecating Sock Puppets. Stay tuned, y’all.
Cindy, I’ve been on more than a couple of those “miserable, Internet-less, black hole” trips in my long strange life, though I’ll do what I can to avoid them — up to and including committing sins (of omission and of commission) that bring everlasting shame down on my self-absorbed head. And I think that putting on your own sock puppet extravaganza is a most excellent cure.
OH, Cindy, I’m so glad you are pleased with it. It totally made my week, month, maybe even made up for the crappy year I’ve had so far.
And I’ve been thinking of doing some puppet related activities myself. Like at least finding my first sock puppet I made. She’s in storage somewhere, the poor thing…
It’s all right, Amy. There is an alternate storage universe in which things enjoy a secret life of their own. Or so I’ve managed to convince myself.
[...] might help Cindy with her Texas themed puppet [...]
Deron just informed me that my earlier comment got spammed and accidentally deleted. Ah, well: I see in that above post that sales of Spam are on the rise; I’m glad to do what I can to feed the hungry.
All I said was, “Wow.”
And, in reference to this bit that Sheila quoted earlier–
I’m a patron of the arts!
“That’s not art!”
“It could be . . . “
–I said that something I’ve always liked about British humor is this little rhetorical tic of someone’s making the Big Claim, someone else’s contradicting it, and the first person’s immediately walking it back, a bit apologetically in tone. (THE example is from Holy Grail: “She turned me into a newt!” etc., etc.) Just nice, very nice to see it in this bit of delightful, inspired silliness.
Or in its extreme, parodic form: the Pythons’ classic Argument Sketch. Yes, it’s a distinctly Brit mode. Not a natural expression of the American character. Americans who try to pull it off wind up sounding merely truculent. Brits: either witty or barking mad.
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