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[Cillaliz]

I am glad tomorrow is Friday.

[Cillaliz]

Ta Da!

[Cillaliz]

I have tons of work to do at the office, but am so glad I took the afternoon off, I'm feeling much better

[Cillaliz]

I still have to write my brief this weekend

[Cillaliz]

And start prepping for trial on my case that should have been dismissed

[Cillaliz]

I really need to get some sleep

[Cillaliz]

But, I thought I'd at least get us into the 120s

[TCB]

We made it to page five.

[Cillaliz]

One more?

[Cillaliz]

Hi TCB

[Cillaliz]

Time for me to go to bed!  Night

[TCB]

Hi TCB

Hi Cilla!

[TCB]

I think I am getting a complex.

[TCB]

Good night, Cilla!

[bk]

Good night, Chet.  Good night, David.

[TCB]

Hey, George, nothing to say tonight?

[TCB]

I hope you found your phone when you got home.

[George]

I hope you found your phone when you got home.

I did...I left it on my computer desk.

[George]

I didn't get any calls, so I didn't miss anything.

[TCB]

I hope you found your phone when you got home.

I did...I left it on my computer desk.

Oh good. It is kind of scary sometimes if you aren't sure where you left it.

[George]

What about now?

Now?

Now, as the sweet imbecilities
 Tumble so lavishly
 Onto her lap,
 Now, there are two possibilities:
 A, I could ravish her,
 B, I could nap.
 Say It's the ravishment, then we see
 The option
 That follows, of course:
 A, The deployment of charm, or
 B, The adoption
 Of physical force.
 Now, B might arouse her,
 But if I assume I trip on my trouser
 Leg crossing the room...
 Her hair getting tangled,
 Her stays getting snapped,
 My nerves would be jangled,
 My energy sapped...
 Removing her clothing
 Would take me all day,
 And her subsequent loathing
 Would turn me away,
 Which eliminates B
 And which leaves us with A.
 Now, insofar as approaching it,
 What would be festive
 But have its effect?
 Now, there are two ways of broaching it:
 A, the suggestive,
 And B, the direct.
 Say that I settle on B, to wit,
 A charmingly Lecherous mood,
 A, I could put on my nightshirt or sit
 Disarmingly, B, in the nude.
 That might be effective;
 My body's all right--
 But not in perspective
 And not in the light.
 I'm bound to be chilly
 And feel a buffoon,
 But nightshirts are silly
 In mid-afternoon.
 Which leaves the suggestive,
 But how to proceed?
 Although she gets restive,
 Perhaps I could read.
 In view of her penchant
 For something romantic,
 De Sade is to trenchant
 And Dickens too frantic,
 And Stendhal would ruin
 The plan of attack,
 As there isn't much blue in "The Red and the Black."
 De Maupassant's candour
 Would cause her dismay,
 The Brontes are grander
 But not very gay,
 Her taste is much blander,
 I'm sorry to say,
 But is Hans Christian Ander-
 Sen ever risque?
 Which eliminates A...
 Now, with my mental facilities
 Partially muddied
 And ready to snap,
 Now, though there are possibilities
 Still to be studied, I might as well nap.
 Bow
 Though I must
 To adjust
 My original plan,
 How
 Shall
 I sleep
 Half as deep
 As I usually can,
 When now I still want and/or love you,
 Now as always,
 Now, Anne?               

[George]

Now is always the best time.

 Now, do it now
 While he's gassing himself to a palpable stupor
 The timing's ideal and the moment is super
 To ready and fire and blow the sick bastard away
Now, do it now
 Just a flicker of pressure right here on the trigger
 And Audrey won't have to put up with that pig for another day
 Now, for the girl, now, for the plant
 Now, yes I will but I can't


Don't be fooled if I should giggle
 Like a sappy, happy dope
 It's just the gas, it's got me high
 But don't let that fact deceive you
 Any moment I could die
 Though I giggle and I chortle
 Bear in mind, I'm not immortal
 Why this whole thing strikes me funny
 I don't know
 'Cause it really is a rotten way to go


What we have here is an ethical dilemma
 'Less I help him get the mask removed
 He doesn't have a prayer
 True the gun was never fired
 But the way events transpired
 I could finish him with simple laissez faire
 What we have here is a tricky moral problem
 Do I help remove the mask, or let him go for lack of air?
 Couldn't shoot him when I tried, but the fates are on my side
 I can off the guy by staying in the chair...


Don't be fooled if I should chuckle
 Like hyenas in a zoo
 It's just the gas, it turns me on
 But don't let my mirth deceive you
 Any moment, I'll be gone
 All my vital signs are failing
 'Cause the oxide I'm inhaling
 Makes it difficult as hell to catch my breath
 Are you dumb or hard of hearing
 Or relieved my end is nearing?
 Are you satisfied? I laughed myself to


Death

[George]

Later?

Later...
 When is later?
 All you ever hear is "Later, Henrik, Henrik, later."
 "Yes, we know, Henrik,
 Oh, Henrik, Everyone agrees, Henrik, Please, Henrik!"
 You have a thought you're fairly bursting with,
 A personal discovery or problem, and it's:
 "What's your rush, Henrik?
 Shush, Henrik!
 Goodness, how you gush, Henrik!
 Hush, Henrik!"
 You murmur:
 "I only-- It's just that--"
 "For God's sake, later, Henrik!"
 "Henrik... Who is Henrik?
 Oh, that lawyer's son, the one who mumbles.
 Short and boring,
 Yes, he's hardly worth ignoring,
 And who cares if he's all dammed--"
 I beg your pardon--
 "Up inside?"
 As I've often stated,
 It's intolerable being tolerated.
 "Reassure Henrik, Poor Henrik. Henrik, you'll endure
 Being pure, Henrik."
 Though I've been born, I've never been!
 How can I wait around for later?
 I'll be ninety on my deathbead
 And the late, or, rather, later, Henrik Egerman.
 Doesn't anything begin?

[George]

Well, maybe if anyone deigns to return, they might enjoy this review of It Might Be Fun from Cabaret Scenes magazine.  I do believe it's kind of a love letter.

http://cabaretscenes.org/2015/02/05/sandy-bainum-it-might-be-fun/

That's great, BK!  Congrats to you and Sandy and Lanny!

[George]

Best line of the evening, however, was not form the play, but from a theatergoer. After the curtain calls, the woman turned to her daughter and said, "Oh, by the way, your Uncle Russ died in prison yesterday."

Oh, my goodness!

[George]

Hey, George, nothing to say tonight?

Umm...

[TCB]

Would all of that be from A LITTLE NIGHT OF  HORRORS?

[TCB]

Well, one more time......







G'night!

[George]

Would all of that be from A LITTLE NIGHT OF  HORRORS?

That sounds like an interesting mash-up.

[George]

Well, since we're so close...