“Cut!” the director shouted. Then he called over to his assistant. “What’s wrong with heating in this place? I’m shvitzing here. Get me a cold, damp washrag, would you please?”
The director then turned his attention back to Henry. “Son, this is a tense moment in the play and you’re acting like Chandler in an episode of ‘Friends.’ Remember, you just got back from the library and your wife just confessed to you that she’s been shtupping your best friend for the last six months.” Try to imagine how you’d feel if you found out that your best friend was carrying on with your wife.”
“I’m not married,” Henry said.
“I know that, Henry,” the director said. “That’s why they call this acting. Now I want you to dig deep into your human emotions and for this scene I want you to take the emotion of jealous rage and apportion it all into this scene. Can you do that for me son? Can you make me proud?”
“Yes sir!” Henry said.
“Okay,” the director said. “Places everyone. And action!”
“You will rue the day….”
“Cut!” the director shouted.
Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (rue), The Daily Spur (heating), Ragtag Daily Prompt (damp), Your Daily Word Prompt (apportion), My Visual Blog (library), and Word of the Day Challenge (proud).
The idea behind Who Won the Week is to give you the opportunity to select who (or what) you think “won” this past week. Your selection can be anyone or anything — politicians, celebrities, athletes, authors, bloggers, your friends or family members, books, movies, TV shows, businesses, organizations, whatever.
I will be posting this prompt on Sunday mornings (my time). If you want to participate, write your own post designating who you think won the week and why you think they deserve your nod. Then link back to this post and tag you post with FWWTW.
My pick for who won the week this week is ice cream.
Yes, ice cream. As many of you know, I indulge in a bowl of ice cream almost every night. And I recently read an article that said that there’s never been a better time to eat ice cream.
By providing stay-at-home comfort during the pandemic, the $7 billion ice cream industry increased by 17% in 2020. That year, ice cream makers in the U.S. churned out just over 1 billion gallons of ice cream, up 6% from 2019.
And in the first five months of 2021, hard ice cream production ran 4% ahead of 2020 levels. From March through May of this year, sales of frozen novelties like fudgesicles and ice cream bars were running 24% ahead of the same period in 2019.
So shout it out with me, folks…
I scream You scream We all scream For ice cream!
What about you? Who (or what) do you think won the week?
I don’t often reblog someone else post, but Jill, in this post, perfectly expressed my anger at and frustration over those people who put themselves and others in danger by refusing to wear face masks in public and who choose to not get vaccinated. So, take a minute to read what she has to say.
I am appalled by the anti-mask, anti-vax bunch and the lengths they will go to in order to ensure that we never come out from under the Covid thumb! …
For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday theme, Jim Adams has given us the themes of danger, fear, horror, nightmare, and terror. My first inclination was to go with Michael Jackson’s mega hit, “Thriller.” But then I decided to go with a lighter touch and something more melancholy rather than scary, so I chose Dan Hill’s song, “Sometimes When We Touch.” This may not seem like an obvious choice, but I remembered the line in the song that goes, “I want to hold you til the fear in me subsides,” and figured that qualifies it for this week’s “fear” theme. And I also figured a lot of others might go with “Thriller,” but I’d be the only one to come up with this Dan Hill song.
“Sometimes When We Touch” was written by Canadian pop rock artist Dan Hill (lyrics) and songwriting legend Barry Mann (music) for the album Longer Fuse. It was first released as a single by Hill in 1977 and was his biggest hit, peaking at number 3 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 and number 10 on the Adult Contemporary chart.
Hill said that he was 19 when inspired to write this song about a 22 year old woman that he was desperately in love with. “I just thought everybody was naturally monogamous. My parents had always stayed together. Well, this woman didn’t want anything to do with monogamy. She wanted to get close to me, so to speak, but she wanted to be close with a lot of other guys at the same time, and I found this to be terribly distressful. She also liked to tell me about how all the other guys were so much more rich than I was, older, and more established. So I felt very inadequate.”
Hill thought the only thing that he could do to make her think of him as more than just her occasional fling was to write a song that would blow her away. He figured that all these guys might have more money, be older, and more sophisticated, but they couldn’t write and sing songs like he could. His goal was to write the most powerful song ever written that was going to so impress her that she would reconsider him and take him as her only lover. He called this girl and played her the song over the phone, expecting her to swoon. It didn’t work and he was devastated.
Well, he may not have gotten the girl, but at least he got a best-selling record for his efforts.
Here are the lyrics to the song.
You ask me if I love you And I choke on my reply I’d rather hurt you honestly Than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you On what you say or do I’m only just beginning To see the real you
And sometimes when we touch The honesty’s too much And I have to close my eyes And hide I want to hold you til I die Til we both break down and cry I want to hold you til the fear in me subsides
Romance and all its strategy Leaves me battling with my pride But through the insecurity Some tenderness survives I’m just another writer Still trapped within my truth A hesitant prize-fighter Still trapped within my youth
And sometimes when we touch The honesty’s too much And I have to close my eyes And hide I want to hold you til I die Til we both break down and cry I want to hold you til the fear in me subsides
At times I’d like to break you And drive you to your knees At times I’d like to break through And hold you endlessly At times I understand you And I know how hard you try I’ve watched while love commands you And I’ve watched love pass you by At times I think we’re drifters Still searching for a friend A brother or a sister But then the passion flares again
And sometimes when we touch The honesty’s too much And I have to close my eyes And hide I want to hold you til I die Til we both break down and cry I want to hold you til the fear in me subsides
Welcome to August 15, 2021 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.
I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).
Today’s word is “rue.”
Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.
Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.
And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.
Welcome to August 15, 2021 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.
This, That, and the Other 