Six Word Theater

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Inspired by the challenge Hemingway undertook to tell a story
in six words("For Sale: baby shoes. Never worn.”), I attempt
to polish my skills by telling a six-word story or phrase each
Wednesday.

Feel free to "continue the story"or start your own.

Today's entry:


Patriot volunteered.

Fought.

Wounded; discarded.

'Next!'


-Adam

YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE ZOHAN by Frank Palmcoast

When he's not watching, with beads of sweat, his fellow, legally blind, senior citizens parallel park, Frank Palmcoast is catching seven dollar movies at the local multiplex from sunny Pompano Beach, Florida. He's retired, he's angry at the world, he can't spell to save his life, and he hates Hollywood almost as much as Hillary Clinton, but that will not stop our irreverent, dementia fightin', AARP card carrying everyman from giving us a fresh take on all things Hollyweird. Besides, how can he pass up that marvelous senior citizen discount?

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Firstly I must say this film is a good and a bad movie. If you are a lame ass with no sense of humor, stay home. This flick is a slap stick, bathroom humored comedy with a political twist. With over 2000 years of fighting going on in the Middle East, this flick ask the question, how come we can get along in America and not in the middle East? As crude as this movie is, it's certainly better than that "Borat" piece of garbage! There were a lot of cameo by other actors and I enjoy the performances of Rob Schnieder, Shelly Berman and especially Lanie Kazan. The heart throb of Sandler, a gorgeous, outstanding looker named Emmanvelle Chiriqui was visually outstanding. Rob Schneider was a cab driving Palestinian nincompoop and Ido Mosseri as the fast talking Israeli who runs the typical, "Going Out Of Business" electronic stores that we seen for years in New York City. The bad guys aren't the Israeli's or the Palestinians but are the red necks and the white coller CEO's who are looking to displace these foreign outsiders. Believe it or not, this shameless flicks eagerness to get laughs from every possible way states that you either enjoy it or not and shamefully I found myself enjoying it most of the time. I guess there is a small part of me that loves the people who invented the whoopee cushion. This Zoran hero reminds me of Warren Beatty in "Shampoo"! The love of Pariah Carey and her feeble at temp to sing the start only, thank God, of the Star Spangled Banner, mystifies me. For me the highlight of every mans fantasy was Adam Sandlers seduction of Lainie Kazan and her nude, huge, Derriere-UGH! Sandler works as hard as Jerry Lewis ever did and all I kept thinking at the end of this picture was "bless me father for I have sinned as I laughed my ass off"!

Bedbugs XXXVI

Bedbugs XXXVI


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Wondering how many more voices will come out of that
speaker, breathing out sputtering static as well
as frightening slivers at what will happen in our future.
Fell down without help, and he can get up without it as well.
She's stuck here tonight, realizing that 'who takes care of us?' is
waiting with a horrid answer: No one. Settle into
a 'life' of thinking you were going to make a
difference. A full-time job of taking up space running
toward me in the hallway. Keep still and don't talk
out of turn and you'll win a new car. Shut up and
take your prescription. He paid millions to pretend
you needed it! Throwing up and back revolutions of
thought adds up to spare change and lost hope. Now
autobiographical to a degree, it can't help but
inspire. Filling out what's needed here, they remember
a sliver of sectionalized and endorsed hope. They will wake
up eventually. For now, sit back, wonder...don't
try to think straight.



Next week's seven phrases/groups of words:


-the 'victim act' starts up again
-mechanical emotion brought forth
-clouds gathering upstairs
-hiding in the open field
-underneath her eyes are
-give anything to turn it back
-they're filled with absolute joy



-Adam Barnick

Six Word Theater

Six Word Theater

Click here for last week's entry.

Inspired by the challenge Hemingway undertook to tell a story
in six words("For Sale: baby shoes. Never worn.”), I attempt
to polish my skills by telling a six-word story or phrase each
Wednesday.

Feel free to "continue the story"or start your own.

Today's entry:


Work. Complain. Eat. Sleep.

That's it?!?




-Adam

Start Talking: Jonathan Roumie

Every episode will have a different person sit in front of the camera as I announce their character name and a brief description of them as if they were a guest on my program via satellite, except the person has absolutely no idea who they are playing or what I am going to ask until the words come out of my mouth. At which point they have to, simply, Start Talking.

Guest: Jonathan Roumie

-Peter Rinaldi


Check out other episodes of Start Talking -
Start Talking #1: Timmy Cassese

Bedbugs XXXV

Bedbugs XXXV


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Challenges that exacerbate rituals of fools with
everything came together in her favor despite her
best intentions, magnificent in her obsolescence.
A moment of grace is all that's needed to plunge us
through the ice. Now you've done it. My soul is
incomprehensible. Myriad kaleidoscopic lists that waste time
through cellular decay, matching the planet's.
Right beside thirty fatalities from the rooftop are a number
of black-clad celebrations, starting with the man
in the back of the room. Droning that makes glass
vibrate and consider cracking doesn't
faze me unless I let it. Pretentious easily attained as
what's special about her is drained away. Something
is crawling out of me. Will it make me famous? One piece
missing from the puzzle leaves him in the room forever.
Wondering...just let me rest.


Next week's seven phrases/groups of words:


-fell down without help
-she's stuck home tonight
-who takes care of us?
-running toward me in the hallway
-autobiographical to a degree
-filling out what's needed here
-don't try to think straight


-Adam Barnick

Six Word Theater

Six Word Theater

Click here for last week's entry.

Inspired by the challenge Hemingway undertook to tell a story
in six words("For Sale: baby shoes. Never worn.”), I attempt
to polish my skills by telling a six-word story or phrase each
Wednesday.

Feel free to "continue the story"or start your own.

Today's entry:


Tomorrow, my sister's an only child.





-Adam