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A Perpetual Motion Engine of Anxiety and Self-Loathing
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So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
What kind of music does your character enjoy? What would their theme song be?
Red doesn't remember much music. His father used to periodically play classical music into the tube when Red was very young, but as he became infirmed and the android T.O. Morrow took his place, it was no longer deemed relevant to his development.
He quite liked the pleasant three tone melody which preceded his educational segments though. Bum-bong-bah! And is often captivated by music in commercials.
People have been playing him different music and asking for his opinion on it, which is generally politely positive - but its a lot for him to take on board when he's only been out of the tube a week or two.
He also struggles to come to terms with the notion that songs existed before they were used in movies and on television, and that they just buy the rights to play those songs.
Another great post! I really love Red's attraction to Cece, and how it plays out quite innocently - him just dropping everything to help her when she probably doesn't need it. It's a very disarming trait.
It all starts sweet and innocently enough until he grabs her and starts scaling the Empire State Buildi-- the Space Needle.
So, three posts to get caught up. It is indeed around midday down under, but I have leave. And when that happens I become something of a slackarse who very much likes his sleep (which comes in rare supply when I'm on shift).
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.</div>