Whoa, maybe that's it. Reverend Sasquatch is already dead and he talks from beyond the grave. The way this is rigged, smoke and lasers could easily come into it.
Come to hear Reverend Silas T Sasquatch speak to you from beyond the grave!
Fark!
Whoa, whoa, whoa ... I will talk to you from beyond the grave as YouTube records these things and someone could be watching it after I'm already croaked.
God bless you, Billy Pilgrim. (10 pts if you get that one)
Come to hear Reverend Silas T Sasquatch speak to you from beyond the grave!
Fark!
Whoa, whoa, whoa ... I will talk to you from beyond the grave as YouTube records these things and someone could be watching it after I'm already croaked.
God bless you, Billy Pilgrim. (10 pts if you get that one)
As I think of it, the less Sasquatch goes toward genetically-modified rabbits and the more toward playing it straight the funnier this could get.
Update: this is also a fairly decent screen for suicide stalkers (i.e. drama queens who fake suicides) as threatening suicide to someone is already dead isn't going to float very well.
It's also a filter for little old ladies as interrupting their vibe is like making an old man stop smoking cigarettes. They're hooked on those televangelists and trying to interrupt that would screw them right up. We, at the Ministry of the Internet, really doubt granny will want to call Reverend Sasquatch the Undead Vampire Preacher.
As I'm fading out last night, in-between lustful thoughts of Cat, I thought, Silas, you're taking this too seriously with Reverend Sasquatch. So now I'm thinking do it for real ... but with a lot of creepy ... and also spaceships. Fellini would like that.
Miss Mona is getting more into it. She is very shy and the biggest fear for people in this is what do I say without a script. She's getting the idea of doing it as the straight man and what's cool for her is it gives her fixed tag lines such as, "No, that's not right."
Update: this is also a fairly decent screen for suicide stalkers (i.e. drama queens who fake suicides) as threatening suicide to someone is already dead isn't going to float very well.
It's also a filter for little old ladies as interrupting their vibe is like making an old man stop smoking cigarettes. They're hooked on those televangelists and trying to interrupt that would screw them right up. We, at the Ministry of the Internet, really doubt granny will want to call Reverend Sasquatch the Undead Vampire Preacher.
The prompter was some social network will 'learn' your personality, at least the one you create online, and will post for you after you are dead. My thinking was to join the network, wait a little while, and then tell them I am dead so it will start posting for me now and I don't have to do anything. I'll be a dead livewire or a live deadwire ... something.
Miss Mona is getting more into it. She is very shy and the biggest fear for people in this is what do I say without a script. She's getting the idea of doing it as the straight man and what's cool for her is it gives her fixed tag lines such as, "No, that's not right."
She hears it from me and knows that's the cue, "No, that's not right."
We can be talking about it here and it gets screaming funny but turning on a camera makes for nervous. This tag line stuff should get past that and another excellent one is, "God don't like ugly."
We can be talking about it here and it gets screaming funny but turning on a camera makes for nervous. This tag line stuff should get past that and another excellent one is, "God don't like ugly."
That gets her more comfortable with actually being part of it and saying things ... after that comes improv.
This is not about burning Bibles but about slashing televangelists into lunchmeat. God don't like ugly.
Miss Mona, "That's right. God don't like ugly."
You have to hear it to get it and there's a good chance you will.
This is not about burning Bibles but about slashing televangelists into lunchmeat. God don't like ugly.
Miss Mona, "That's right. God don't like ugly."
You have to hear it to get it and there's a good chance you will.
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