Monday, February 18, 2008

I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey.

5g33k did not pick me up on Saturday night wearing fishnet stockings.

This meant we would be of the more staid bunch at the theatre that evening.
However, the row behind us consisted mostly of Dr Frank-n-Furter tributes, each wielding a water pistol and legs from here to Transsexual Transylvania.

As per fan script, the Rocky-Horror-Showlings mad-libbed lines at the stage.
Frank (played by Brendan van Rhyn who pulled off a black corset and porngroove heels rather effectively) said, "So come up to the lab and see what's on the slab. I see you shiver with antici..."
"Pation!" was thrown from the fourth row.
Frank didn't miss a mascara-lashed blink, "Wait fucker. Pation."

The show had started and we were time-warped.


Saving conversation:

Magenta: I ask for nothing!
Frank: And you shall receive it, IN ABUNDANCE!

Frank: Do you think I made a mistake splitting his brain between the two of them?

Frank: One from the vaults... Don't be upset. It was a mercy killing. He had a certain naive charm, but no muscle.

The Criminologist: And crawling, on the planet's face, some insects, called the human race. Lost in time, and lost in space... and meaning.


1 comment:

Profane. Profound. What's your poison?