This page represents notes for a work in progress. Instead of keeping
ideas to myself, I like to document them on my website so that I can
immediately begin working on the components involved in the work.
To Do
Create a youtube-quote component and 11ty collection
Add slider bars that allow the user to remove a number of characters
Allow the user to delete words
Link the words to where they're said in the video
Swap words out for input boxes that keep track of how often you get them right
Add your own monologue
Sometimes I feel like my brain is withering away. That my memory is falling to
pieces. It's in times like those that I just have to laugh. One way to do that
is to bite directly through the imposter syndrome and flex your memory. A
great way to do that is quoting obscure monologues to make your friends laugh.
This shrine is dedicated to walking you through some common methods that
actors use to memorize monologues.
Oh squiggly line in my eye fluid.
I see you there lurking on the periphery of my vision.
But when I try to look at you, you scurry away.
Are you shy, squiggly line?
Why only when I ignore you, do you return to the center of my eye?
Oh, squiggly line, it’s alright, you are forgiven.
It's true. It's true.
And the other thing is...
My sister had a baby, and I took it over because she passed away.
And then the baby lost its legs, and its arms,
and now it's nothing but a stump, but I still take care of it with my
wife.
And, it's... it's growing and it's... it's fairly happy.
But it's difficult because, I've been working a second shift at the factory
to put food on the table.
But, all the love that I see in that little guy's face makes it worth it in
the end.
True story.
Okay.
Last night, all four of us were at the bowling alley until about 7:30,
at which time we noticed Ally Sheedy,
the Goth chick from the Breakfast Club, was bowling in the lane next to
us,
and we asked her for her autograph, but she didn't have a pen,
so we followed her out to her car,
but on the way we were accosted by five Scientologists who wanted to give us
all personality tests,
which were administered at the Scientology Center in Denver until 10:45,
at which time we accidentally boarded the wrong bus home and ended up in
Rancho de Fritas Rojos, south of Castle Rock,
and finally got a ride home with a man who was missing his left index
finger, named Gary Bushwell, arriving home at 11:46.
