OH SH*T.
They cast me after all. As Emilia. Joy. I don't want to be a b@stard to them, but ****!
And the worst part is, the girl who was overly sinister in her readings is Iago. Instead of making an apparently casual remark, her words were dripping with malice.
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go_leafs_nation
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The two women exchanged the kind of glance women use when no knife is handy.
~Ellery Queen
At the Scene of the Crime
~Ellery Queen
At the Scene of the Crime
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go_leafs_nation
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Finally, after weeks of effort and a furious letter campaign to the Windsor Star, they have published an article that is not so heavily biased against Father Piotr:
http://www.windsorstar.com/news/Support ... story.html
http://www.windsorstar.com/news/Support ... story.html
The two women exchanged the kind of glance women use when no knife is handy.
~Ellery Queen
At the Scene of the Crime
~Ellery Queen
At the Scene of the Crime
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Jane Poirot
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You know, go leafs, listening to you repeatedly go on and on and on and on about how you're so sure this play will be a disaster and how everyone else's intepretations of a character are so horrible and you're the only one who gets it gets boring after a while. You're like a broken record. I mean, it's one thing to complain endlessly; it's another when you can't stop complanining.
Anyone who thinks Canadians are meek and mild-mannered has obviously never seen us during Question Period!
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go_leafs_nation
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I've calmed down slightly, but the underhanded trick upset me more than anything else.
The two women exchanged the kind of glance women use when no knife is handy.
~Ellery Queen
At the Scene of the Crime
~Ellery Queen
At the Scene of the Crime
Not creepy, just coincidental.
(Imagine being in an earthquake. You really have nowhere to be to avoid chaotic shaking. It's the floor and ground, the thing that keeps us safe and stable that is suddenly impossible to stand on. The best way I can think it being like a rollercoaster or terrible drug trip that never seems to end. Imagine the confusion.)
(Imagine being in an earthquake. You really have nowhere to be to avoid chaotic shaking. It's the floor and ground, the thing that keeps us safe and stable that is suddenly impossible to stand on. The best way I can think it being like a rollercoaster or terrible drug trip that never seems to end. Imagine the confusion.)
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fendue
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A Story:
The Purple Flower
There was once a little boy, who was about 5 years old, named Timmy. Timmy was a very curious little boy, and, as the old saying goes, “curiosity killed the cat.� Timmy’s curiosity got him in trouble quite a bit. This story is about Timmy and his curiosity.
Timmy left his home one day and met some high school kids chatting on the sidewalk. They were talking about purple flowers. Timmy wanted to know what a purple flower was, so he asked the tallest kid, “What’s a purple flower?� The kid looked around and nodded to his friends. They beat him up for five minutes before they got tired. One of the kids said, “Go away, purple flower!� Timmy realized that he was late for school, so he hurried up and ran to school. At school, Timmy said to the teacher, “What’s a purple flower?� The teacher said, “A purple flower? How inappropriate! You shouldn’t know that! Go see the principal.� Timmy didn’t understand. Why was he in so much trouble? He walked with his head down all the way to the principal’s office. The principal said, “What’s wrong? Are you sick or in trouble?� Timmy responded, “I think I’m in trouble. I was walking to school and asked some kids what a purple flower was. They beat me up. Then I went to school and asked the teacher. She sent me here.� The principal was speechless. “How awful! I’m calling your parents.� The principal immediately picked up the phone and dialed Timmy’s parent’s number. “Hello?� the voice on the other line said. “Yes. Hello,� the principal said. “I’m the principal at your son Timmy’s school. I’m sorry to say that your son is in deep trouble here.� He put down the phone for a second and whispered to Timmy, “Tell your parents what happened.� He handed the phone to Timmy. Timmy said, “I was walking to school when I asked some big kids what a purple flower was. They beat me up, and I ran to school. I asked the teacher what it was, and she sent me to the principal’s office. The principal told me to tell you. So I’m wondering, what’s a purple flower?� Timmy’s mother yelled at him. “Purple flower? Purple flower!? What do kids learn these days? I want the principal to drive you to the Superintendent’s office. Jeesh!� She hung up. Timmy told the principal what his mother said. So the principal drove Timmy to the Superintendent’s office in the high school downtown. Timmy told his story to the superintendent. “I was walking to school and asked some kids what a purple flower was. They beat me up. Then I went to school and asked the teacher. She sent me to the principal’s office. The principal called my mom, and she told me to tell the principal to drive me here. So, I’m wondering: What’s a purple flower?� The superintendent, in a state of shock, said: “Man, that is dirty! I believe it is illegal in this state for children to use words like that!� He looked in a large book marked: LAWS AND STATUTES OF THIS STATE. He flipped through it and closed it. “Yes, it is illegal in this state! I’m calling the police.� Timmy was soon at the police station, where he was strapped to a chair in a darkened room while two police officers asked him questions. “Exactly what happened?� asked the first one. She seemed very grumpy. Timmy explained, “I was walking to school and asked some kids what a purple flower was. They beat me up. Then I went to school and asked the teacher. She sent me to the principal’s office. The principal called my mom, and she told me to tell the principal to drive me to the superintendent’s office. He called you. So I’m wondering, what’s a purple flower?� The police officers looked at each other and the second one said, “You’re goin’ to court.� The two police officers dragged him out and was soon in court. He explained to the judge, “I was walking to school and asked some kids what a purple flower was. They beat me up. Then I went to school and asked the teacher. She sent me to the principal’s office. The principal called my mom, and she told me to tell the principal to drive me to the superintendent’s office. He called the police, and now I’m here. So I’m wondering: What’s a purple flower?� The judge gasped. “I sentence you to 20 years in prison!� He was dragged away and soon put in jail. When Timmy was 25 years old, he was released from prison. He happily walked out of jail. His friend Joseph was waiting there for him. “Timmy!� Joseph cried. “I’ve missed you so much!� They hugged. They started to walk across the street together. Timmy said, “Listen, Joseph. I’ve been waiting 20 years to know this: What’s a purple flower?� Joseph started to say, “A purple flower is-� A bus hit Timmy and Joseph in mid sentence.
What’s the moral of the story?
Always look twice before crossing the street.
The Purple Flower
There was once a little boy, who was about 5 years old, named Timmy. Timmy was a very curious little boy, and, as the old saying goes, “curiosity killed the cat.� Timmy’s curiosity got him in trouble quite a bit. This story is about Timmy and his curiosity.
Timmy left his home one day and met some high school kids chatting on the sidewalk. They were talking about purple flowers. Timmy wanted to know what a purple flower was, so he asked the tallest kid, “What’s a purple flower?� The kid looked around and nodded to his friends. They beat him up for five minutes before they got tired. One of the kids said, “Go away, purple flower!� Timmy realized that he was late for school, so he hurried up and ran to school. At school, Timmy said to the teacher, “What’s a purple flower?� The teacher said, “A purple flower? How inappropriate! You shouldn’t know that! Go see the principal.� Timmy didn’t understand. Why was he in so much trouble? He walked with his head down all the way to the principal’s office. The principal said, “What’s wrong? Are you sick or in trouble?� Timmy responded, “I think I’m in trouble. I was walking to school and asked some kids what a purple flower was. They beat me up. Then I went to school and asked the teacher. She sent me here.� The principal was speechless. “How awful! I’m calling your parents.� The principal immediately picked up the phone and dialed Timmy’s parent’s number. “Hello?� the voice on the other line said. “Yes. Hello,� the principal said. “I’m the principal at your son Timmy’s school. I’m sorry to say that your son is in deep trouble here.� He put down the phone for a second and whispered to Timmy, “Tell your parents what happened.� He handed the phone to Timmy. Timmy said, “I was walking to school when I asked some big kids what a purple flower was. They beat me up, and I ran to school. I asked the teacher what it was, and she sent me to the principal’s office. The principal told me to tell you. So I’m wondering, what’s a purple flower?� Timmy’s mother yelled at him. “Purple flower? Purple flower!? What do kids learn these days? I want the principal to drive you to the Superintendent’s office. Jeesh!� She hung up. Timmy told the principal what his mother said. So the principal drove Timmy to the Superintendent’s office in the high school downtown. Timmy told his story to the superintendent. “I was walking to school and asked some kids what a purple flower was. They beat me up. Then I went to school and asked the teacher. She sent me to the principal’s office. The principal called my mom, and she told me to tell the principal to drive me here. So, I’m wondering: What’s a purple flower?� The superintendent, in a state of shock, said: “Man, that is dirty! I believe it is illegal in this state for children to use words like that!� He looked in a large book marked: LAWS AND STATUTES OF THIS STATE. He flipped through it and closed it. “Yes, it is illegal in this state! I’m calling the police.� Timmy was soon at the police station, where he was strapped to a chair in a darkened room while two police officers asked him questions. “Exactly what happened?� asked the first one. She seemed very grumpy. Timmy explained, “I was walking to school and asked some kids what a purple flower was. They beat me up. Then I went to school and asked the teacher. She sent me to the principal’s office. The principal called my mom, and she told me to tell the principal to drive me to the superintendent’s office. He called you. So I’m wondering, what’s a purple flower?� The police officers looked at each other and the second one said, “You’re goin’ to court.� The two police officers dragged him out and was soon in court. He explained to the judge, “I was walking to school and asked some kids what a purple flower was. They beat me up. Then I went to school and asked the teacher. She sent me to the principal’s office. The principal called my mom, and she told me to tell the principal to drive me to the superintendent’s office. He called the police, and now I’m here. So I’m wondering: What’s a purple flower?� The judge gasped. “I sentence you to 20 years in prison!� He was dragged away and soon put in jail. When Timmy was 25 years old, he was released from prison. He happily walked out of jail. His friend Joseph was waiting there for him. “Timmy!� Joseph cried. “I’ve missed you so much!� They hugged. They started to walk across the street together. Timmy said, “Listen, Joseph. I’ve been waiting 20 years to know this: What’s a purple flower?� Joseph started to say, “A purple flower is-� A bus hit Timmy and Joseph in mid sentence.
What’s the moral of the story?
Always look twice before crossing the street.
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go_leafs_nation
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Neither have I- which was a particular shame since we were planning a second collaboration mystery. Set on an island in the Caribbean... *sigh*
The two women exchanged the kind of glance women use when no knife is handy.
~Ellery Queen
At the Scene of the Crime
~Ellery Queen
At the Scene of the Crime
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go_leafs_nation
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At last, the insane hacker's grip on my favourite website has been released!
The two women exchanged the kind of glance women use when no knife is handy.
~Ellery Queen
At the Scene of the Crime
~Ellery Queen
At the Scene of the Crime
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Jane Poirot
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