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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: catspaw49 Date: 13 Mar 01 - 11:27 PM LMAO....Good one Leej. Spaw |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Lonesome EJ Date: 13 Mar 01 - 11:19 PM LEJ putting up St Patrick's Day decorations, while PETER T sits at the bar. JENELLEN is cooking corned beef and cabbage in a hotpot behind the bar LEJ;(sings) By the risin' of the moo-oon... PETER: That song lacks any sense of irony, y'know LEJ: Well irony would be lost on my patrons JENELLEN: Heck LEJ, shouting "EVERYBODY OUT! THE PLACE IS ON FIRE!" would be lost on your patrons! (cue laugh track) LEJ: Ah be quiet! Get back to your Corned Beef, Jen. By the way, what time's dinner> JEN: 6:00 LEJ: Good. I've got the stomach pump rented from 7 til 9 ! (laugh track) Enter Spaw wearing pneumatic hose and bag assembly on butt (applause) LEJ,JEN,PETER: it's the SPAW-ser! PETER: What's up with the derriere accoutrement, Catspaw? SPAW: Well the special tonight is corned beef and what? LEJ, JEN, PETER and AUDIENCE: CABBAGE! SPAW: Sounds like a gas. (moan) This device is a fart distilling mechanism. All of the methane is caught by this hose and stored in the inflatable bag, thus sparing the bar patrons from any offense, and enabling me to have a ready power source at hand for barbecuing burgers tomorrow. (laughter) JEN: Oh my gosh. What do those taste like? SPAW: Don't know. I keep blasting them into the neighbors backyard!(laughter) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Amergin Date: 13 Mar 01 - 10:58 PM Hey, Spaw, when are you going to collect all of your Cletus stories and compile them into a book? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: katlaughing Date: 13 Mar 01 - 10:54 PM What an honour to have a Mudcat Myth posted to my thread! Yeah, Spaw!! Damn you are good! Even reading it for the umpteenth time! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: catspaw49 Date: 13 Mar 01 - 10:28 PM Chester and Spud......Since you haven't encountered them yet, here's a tale I told awhile back and it might fit into the TV movie we got going. I call it the "Tale of the Fartistic Falwell:" Ya' know, its funny you should mention sitcoms..........I got to thinking of this story about Cletus and Paw and Buford and the Reg boys. Paw has always had an aura about him, but Cletus says the only aura he knew about was a kind of a mixture of sulphur and sewer gas. But then that got me to remembering how Paw and Cletus had shot Buford and gave him that eulogy and all, then he turned out not to be dead since his backpack was full of a 12 pack and absorbed the blast. Since he was just knocked out and drunk instead of shot dead, its good that Paw and Cletus didn't bury him.......But I tell you the truth, when that ol' boy showed up alive, it damn near killed Paw instead. That reunion led to a joyous evening of the three of them and the Reg boys getting drunk on "Iron City" and 'Shine and roasting a hog out in my backyard alongside the garage. Of course, after a while, Paw started lighting up farts as is his wont and that's what I came to think about ought to be left unexplained. The neighbors began to complain about 11 o'clock or so after one of Paw's flamers had ignited the hedge on his property. That would have passed as the boys got it out pretty quick, being full of Iron City and all, but when a major rip set fire to his wife's bird feeder....well, that was it. I tried to calm the guy down and assured him nothing like that would happen again. He went back into his house dragging the charred remains of the feeder and a roasted squirrel that had been looting it when Paw let fly with that fiery thundersprecht. Anyway, I got them situated again and since my house has aluminum siding, my only request was that they point Paw towards the wall. I figured a good hosing would clean off the worst of it in the morning. I went inside and the revelry continued at a somewhat decreased decibel level with only an occasional flash lighting the window of my den. Around 2 AM the boys came in for a final pee call and of course they couldn't just go. I heard either Reg or Reg in my pantry and before I could get up there, the whole crew was playing sink the Cheerios in my downstairs bathroom. Karen came downstairs at this point and threw a fit since our kids watch everything the boys do and we were spending a fortune in Cheerios. After a severe ass-reaming from Karen, I herded them back outside and suggested they get some sleep around the smouldering pig carcass. I went back in and after cleaning and disinfecting the bathroom and taking a shower, I again settled down in front of the TV to watch a half-hour Infomercial on how I could make thousands a week by selling quinnine pills through Direct Mail Order and running tiny little ads. They were just getting to the good part with the testimonials and all when there was this giant blast from the backyard and the night sky lit up like a Buddhist monk. There was a moment of silence and then I heard Cletus yell, "HO-LEE SHEEIT!!!" Well, there wasn't anyway I could avoid it, so I went out through the garage into the backyard and there they stood, the whole damn bunch of them, except for Buford who was throwing up Iron City and pork fat down his bib overalls over by the smoking hedge. They were staring at an image that Paw's last fart had scorched onto the siding with their mouths hanging open. I stepped back and looked and my first thought was, "Well this ain't gonna' clean off too good and Karen will be really pissed." But when I started to say something, Cletus stopped me and I noticed that the look on all of their faces was almost reverent. Paw was standing with his mouth agape and the others seemed awestruck as well, so I looked again. Cletus turned to me and said, "Doncha' seez it Catspaw? Its rite thar!!! Paw done farted Jerry Falwell out his ass!!!" Well, I kinda' had to admit, it DID resemble the good reverend in the flickering light of the burning porker on the spit, but I was too much in fear of what the morning would bring from Karen to say anymore than tell them to get some sleep. Problem was, they didn't. I went back inside, the group outside quieted down, and I nodded off before I could get the 800 number for the "501 All-Time Polka Greats" by Myron Kopetz and the Nose Flute Kings. What I didn't know was that the group had gone off and gotten Pastor Sharphorn, his wife, the Ladies Auxillary, and the Deacons, from the "Church of Evangelical Brethren and Tongue Talking Mohunkers" and they arrived for a look-see about sun-up. When I woke up to the commotion outside it was about 6 AM I guess. The sight that confronted me was reasonably bizarre. At least 150 people were assembled in the backyard and I could see more coming down the alley. A small altar had been erected out of the remains of my stockade fence which was now on the ground, the crowd overflowing into my neighbor's backyard and trampling his stupid-ass garden gnomes into powder....It was the only high spot of the day. Those kneeling at the altar would place small plastic Madonnas and Jesus statuary at the foot of the garage wall and say a little prayer and move on to the donation box that Cletus was guarding. It was then that I noticed that everyone donating more than $25. was getting a "Holy Relic" to commemorate their visit to this newest religious icon which had previously only sheltered my vehicles and assorted cans of dried out wax and rubbing compound. There, perched upon a throne like affair that I noticed had been assembled from our porch furniture, was Paw. As each person gave his donation, Buford would cut a small piece from Paw's overalls and hand it to them. For $50. they got a piece from the seat, and for $500. a snippet from the flap of his longjohns. It was a kind of poor man's "Shroud of Turin" I guess. Business must have been good since Paw was missing one entire leg of his bibs and he was about bareassed already. I was dumbfounded and I was just considering how to set this up as an infomercial and start booking tours when the County Sheriff showed up and ran everybody off. Then he proceeded to fine me for 19 different offenses and gave me a summons to appear in court for destruction of my neighbors property. I was able to head off Cletus and the money, which covered almost all of the fines and my neighbor's friggin' gnomes, but it cost another 50 bucks to get rid of Falwell. Now if I could just get shed of the real one for the same price.......................Anyway, I have never been able to figure out how that happened and I suppose it is one of those things best left unexplained. I've always thought that Falwell was talking out his ass, but I never figured you could blow him out your ass, but Paw's a real religious ol' coot so I guess you just never know. Really, I think Cletus had it right with his first two words, "Holy Shit!!" Spaw
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: GUEST Date: 13 Mar 01 - 06:40 PM I wanna be the guy in the hermetrically-sealed house that's allergic to everything...not that I am, you understand, but all of the other good characters are taken. I'll bring the homebrew if ya'll shoot that bar too badly! artandjenn |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: katlaughing Date: 13 Mar 01 - 06:28 PM I LOVE them both, Matt and Wesley! LMAO!! Thank yew, thank yew!! Of course, you know, ME cooking or canning is totally out of character, so maybe...Spaw really did put them 'maters up?! Tune in to find out! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Matt_R Date: 13 Mar 01 - 06:12 PM Or this one... Kendall wakes up one morning the fetch the Newspaper, The Mudcat Curmudgeon when he finds a guitar left on his doorstep. He takes it to local guitar guru/deity Rick Fielding, who is totally stumped as to it's make. He sends Kendall on his way with more questions left unanswered than when he arrived. Rick expediently goes back to calculating an angle at which the hand can be placed so as to utilise the "thumb wrap-around" on 1919 Hawaiin slack-key guitar. When Kendall takes it to the Mudcat Cafe and tries playing it, he is suddenly blessed with universal love for music. As stunned visitors and denizes watch, he begins playing everything from The Beatles to Django to Slash to Hendrix to John Williams. He begins spouting song lyrics uncontrollably, making Matt_R squeal with all other extremely nervous. There is the classic climax when Matt & Kendall sing Queen's "Friends Forever". At the end, Sinsull gets pissed and breaks the guitar over the pinball machine after Kendall starts serenading her with Yardbirds tunes ala-Jeff Beck. He becomes his usual grumpy self again, tells Matt R to shut up, and goes back to Utah Phillips. The videorecording of Kendall singing "Get Myself Arrensted" becomes a subject of blackmail in a later episode.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Noreen Date: 13 Mar 01 - 06:00 PM LOL Wesley! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Wesley S Date: 13 Mar 01 - 05:56 PM How about a wacky episode where Aunt Kat has canned a whole mess of garlic pickles and 'maters for the county fair and that rascal Cleetus knocks all the jars over and breaks them while playing around. Then cousin Spaw goes and replaces all the jars of 'maters and pickles with store bought. The judges { Harpgirl and Rick } can't tell the difference and award Aunt Kat first prize. First prize is one week of Clawhammer banjo lessons at the Neil Young center. Cousin Spaw confesses and Aunt Kat makes him 'fess up to the judges. So first prize is then awarded to Conrad Bladder's crow pie recipie but he refuses because the trees at the Neil Young center are green instead of orange. The judges then decide that since little cousin Spaw has learned his lesson that Aunt Kat can go after all as soon as Cousin Spaw sings "A Horse with No Name" for his punishment. The punishment is delivered by the preachers wife { we all know who THAT is } while wearing an S&M leather outfit. The camera fades as we watch little cousin Spaws face as he struggles to transpose his song to the hammer dulcimer. Next weeks episode : Little Hawk falls off his bike while watching Little Neo fix her G string |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Mountain Dog Date: 13 Mar 01 - 05:49 PM Bill D, Sounds like you have in mind something like The Stage Manager from Our Town as your role of choice. (For what it's worth, Thornton Wilder's masterpiece is arguably another good framework to keep in mind as this macro-series evolves... It's inclusive, relies heavily on the imagination to make it work, does its best to eliminate the artificial barriers between stage players and audience; it's warm and funny, wise without cynicism and it's as familiar and comfortable as an old shoe.) By the way, I'm assuming this series is being done on a PBS-ish or otherwise non-commercial basis, right? I'm hoping we're not going to have to keep cutting in and out for words from our sponsors... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Chester Date: 13 Mar 01 - 05:39 PM Nice tawkin' wif yall. Butt eye'm a shuttin' down. Bygh. Chester |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Chester Date: 13 Mar 01 - 05:30 PM Sorry, Kat ain't know scrip hyarbouts, jes kold hard kash, greenbax. An preshus little uv that ter boot. Yep. Eye no whur mah muney goes, ever drop uv it. Cheshterrr |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Bill D Date: 13 Mar 01 - 05:26 PM my brain doesn't work fast enough to keep up with you creative script writers! I'll just wander thru the set now & then and sit & rock on the porch while the action swirls around me.....mebbe gaze into the camera and offer some folksy remarks on the silliness.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: katlaughing Date: 13 Mar 01 - 05:21 PM Scripts, people! Bring me scripts! **BG** |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: tiggerdooley Date: 13 Mar 01 - 05:18 PM Whoah, Spud, wherever (or whoever) that bar is, it must sell strong stuff, 'cuz I'm seeing double. (Just kidding, but you can shot me if you want. Mind you, you won't find me 'cuz I'm up the mountain with Ebbie, Old Willie the Bear/Deer, and Jarvis Cocker.) Fondesht regardsh, hic, tigger |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Spud Murphy Date: 13 Mar 01 - 05:16 PM I wish i didn't shake so much. Potato Brains |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Chester Date: 13 Mar 01 - 05:13 PM Hey Spud, jes put that 'ar blunderbush down. Onliest bar hyarbouts is over ta Mudcatville. C'mon, buddy. Let's us go have a beer. Chester |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Spud Murphy Date: 13 Mar 01 - 05:12 PM Where's the bar? Did somebody say bar? Lemme shoot the bar! Is tiggerdooley the bar? Can i jus shoot tiggerdooley instead? Is thatyou, John Boy? Where's Ebbie? I think she went up on the mountain with John Boy. Or was it tiggerdooley? HEY!!! WHERE'D EVERBUDDY GO?
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Chester Date: 13 Mar 01 - 04:56 PM MMario, mebbe eye'd better knot. Chester |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: MMario Date: 13 Mar 01 - 04:42 PM Chester - you don't want to know. But if you must - check out the links provided by Spaw above - and (shudder) read the whole gruesome history...it's in there somewhere... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Chester Date: 13 Mar 01 - 04:37 PM MMario, I dunno who thishyar Cletus feller iz, butt he sownds like a nice feller. Kin hee pick a banjer? Er duz hee jest pick his knows? Chester |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: MMario Date: 13 Mar 01 - 04:07 PM I figgered Chester was related to Cletus - but I bet Cletus is related to Petroleum V. Nasby as well.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Noreen Date: 13 Mar 01 - 03:57 PM Mortee, you can tend the frozen-Margarita machine.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Chester Date: 13 Mar 01 - 03:55 PM Jim, Yup, how'd ewe guess? Eye dint think id bee obveeus. He's my gate uncel on my muther's side, twicet remooved. We had ter remoove him twicet frum the fambly, but we doan't tawk about that. Chester |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Jim Krause Date: 13 Mar 01 - 03:47 PM Chester, are you by any chance related to Petroleum V. Nasby? Just a hunch, but your syntax and spelling are a lot like his. Jim |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Ebbie Date: 13 Mar 01 - 03:34 PM I'm at a disadvantage here- I live in Alaska and I may be the only one of us who has not seen either Cicely, Alaska nor Northern Exposure. (And maybe that's the whole point! This is Alaska, after all.) But this 'town' sounds like fun- count me in. I live up on the mountainside and come in only rarely. Except when there's music happenin'. Then I come down every day and forget to go back home. Eb
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: katlaughing Date: 13 Mar 01 - 03:33 PM Haha! Welcome to Tiggerdooley and Chester...lots of ne'er dew welz around here, you're gonna fit right in!
(I think Spaw is away for the afternoon, but I am sure he will jump in here first chance to answer the challange, td!) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: tiggerdooley Date: 13 Mar 01 - 03:20 PM Come on, Spaw, spill (The beans, NOT the coffee...)!!!! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Chester Date: 13 Mar 01 - 03:17 PM Wall, eye'm jes knew round hyar m'selph. Eye wuz wunderin' ef eye kud bee the town ne'er dew well. Eye'm gud at that. Doan't dew much sept fiddle. Chester |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: katlaughing Date: 13 Mar 01 - 03:16 PM LMAO, td...just ask Spaw (Catspaw)..he's the one that will tell you that degree will get you nothing but higher priced coffee at McDonald's! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: tiggerdooley Date: 13 Mar 01 - 03:12 PM Don't talk to me about philosophy degrees, kat! A philosophy degree is the reason I'm working as a gopher in the library of the university where I did the crummy degree in the first place. Well, it was either that or McDonalds!!! For sale: one lightly used answer to why we are all here, if we are all here, and who put us here in the first place. All offers considered... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: katlaughing Date: 13 Mar 01 - 03:02 PM I think PeterT would be a good one for Chris 'cause he can put a spin on anything and make it metaphysical, but then LeeJ (Lonesome EJ) does a great job of spinning existential, too, along with Spaw, BillD, and Sourdough! Whew! So many philosphy degrees! We will have to have round-the-clock DJ's! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: JenEllen Date: 13 Mar 01 - 03:01 PM ROTFLMAO kat....I think this place is enough of a petting zoo already!!
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: tiggerdooley Date: 13 Mar 01 - 02:53 PM Can I be Ed? He was so chilled and out of it, but wiser than all of us put together. He knew that flinging a cow from a catapult had already been done by Monty Python, so Maggie's burnt piano got flung instead. Who would be a good candidate for Ed? Would Joe O be DJ Chris? I dunno, 'cos I've only been a 'Catter for about three weeks!!!! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: katlaughing Date: 13 Mar 01 - 02:51 PM Sure, Mortee, this here is GLOBAL! Hell, we've got Northern, Southern, Down Under, Sideways and Backwards Exposure, especially if Cleigh is around showing his bum to everyone. I've just told Barry, in his thread, that he can have the part of the handsome star in hospital who comes through just in time to sweep all of the women off their feet thanks to spare parts from the NYCFTTS. Wdyat12...I think it may too late. Who knows what minions of Hollywood lurk about these threads stealing all of our good ideas?**Wah-hah-hah-ha!**
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Morticia Date: 13 Mar 01 - 02:40 PM Can I be Shelly? I always thought she was a lot smarter than she made out (oh, that might disqualify me,right?) or a female Joel as a foreigner trying to figure out this crazy place ( nope, been around too long for that)....okay, how about that receptionist of Joel's, the one that hardly ever said anything ( guess that's out too).Damn, I'll have to make up a part of my own I guess. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: tiggerdooley Date: 13 Mar 01 - 02:37 PM Back to Northern Exposure, which 'catter would play the bear in the cave? I don't remember his name (something like Old Willy.)Don't think he actually existed, but I think it was Holling who had a score to settle with him. Now which one of you would like to play a non-existent ferocious bear who turns out to be a deer skeleton (or something like that)?. I know I'M keen!!! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Bert Date: 13 Mar 01 - 02:10 PM Aw Matt, that song reminds me of home, just a few miles down the road in Canning Town. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: wdyat12 Date: 13 Mar 01 - 01:44 PM Kat, Make sure you copywrite your idea, so other sites won't beat us to the punch. wdyat12 |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Matt_R Date: 13 Mar 01 - 12:39 PM Fib...BOTH!!! As for those who don't know..here's the lyrics...
Mile End by Pulp |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: katlaughing Date: 13 Mar 01 - 12:36 PM I like it, Mountain Dog! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: katlaughing Date: 13 Mar 01 - 12:33 PM LMAO...I knew I could count on you all to come up with some good ideas! Fib, no need for it to be sitcom...right after I posted, I knew I should have just said, Mudcat..the TV Show.:-)Right now, we watch so much BBC America, that I think I'd do a better job of writing dialogue for what you've described, than any of the others, yeah? LOL Gnu, now that my old dog has been gone for a couple of years, you can have the moose part, but just know you are carrying on a great tradition. He was half Dobie/half Shephard/Alsatian and looked exactly like that moose...gangly, mangy, huge ears...there is a black and white of his face on my Photoloft Page in the Mudcatter's Photo Album linked through the Mudcat FAQs Permathread. So...opening scenes, anyone? Episode storylines? Oh, the othr thing I was thinking, which may not be that farfetched and which someone else has mentioned...we sell it as a Reality Show...Survivors of Paltalk could be one of the subplots...who stayed up the latest in the UK to meet those in Oz for song sharing...then cut to the NYCFTTS for a live vignette ala Cuckoo's Nest where Mash meets Northern Exposure...to UK pagans tramping through the woods to sing up the sun over Stonehenge...to Max shuts down the bar under Mudcat Central...broadcasting live for a straight 24 hours with Bert hanging in there..all the while we've got Our Brothers and Sisters to the North looking for the Northwest Passage and happening up on Skarpi (I know technically it's the other way, but it's not that real) who is tracking down an old Irish ditty up north among the Laplanders...and our Brother to the South, Andres/Escamillo leads a team of toreadors bullfight protest songs (he doesn't like them, he said)....well...you get the drift, yeah? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Mountain Dog Date: 13 Mar 01 - 12:25 PM Tho' the neologism is one I've never warmed to, the term "dramedy"* might be more apropos to this ongoing series than "sitcom", especially since the characters round these parts are nothing if not fully-rounded and complex rather than stereotypes and cut-out figures. (Besides, I think the sitcom's obligatory laugh-track would drive us all nuts in short order!) *A term I first heard in reference to Blair Brown's series of some years back, 'The Days and Nights of ???' |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: GUEST,Fibula Mattock Date: 13 Mar 01 - 12:24 PM as in the place? (or the song?) Never been there, but I used to live in a place in Dublin that meets the same description. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: Matt_R Date: 13 Mar 01 - 12:22 PM Hey Fib, you mean like "Mile End"? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: gnu Date: 13 Mar 01 - 12:18 PM Musk, of course. gnu |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: GUEST,Fibula Mattock Date: 13 Mar 01 - 12:06 PM Does it have to be a sitcom? Soap operas have far more dramatic plotlines. Actually "Mudcat Flats" as mentioned above, sounds like a grim and gritty slice of BBC drama set on a tenement block with graffiti, drugs and broken glass... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: MMario Date: 13 Mar 01 - 12:05 PM a gnu as moose? Could be worse, you might get cast as a moussse - but what flavour? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Cafe - the sitcom? From: gnu Date: 13 Mar 01 - 11:53 AM I'd like to be considered for an audition for the part of the moose. gnu |