Something to ponder....

*Mars-Chan* · 11-09-2006, 11:45 AM

So, my theater teacher posted a good question that I'd thought I'd post here and ask you all:

If you have 5:00 to do whatever you wanted to do (keeping in mind that alcohol, drugs, guns and whatnot are not allowed) to show a theater class what you do in your spare time, I'm just curious...What would you do?

Love to see what you all would answer to that...

*iris* · 11-09-2006, 11:52 AM

Does 5:00 mean 5 minutes? (Yes, me dummy.

)

I'd probably sit there and laugh at my own thoughts. I spend a lot of time thinking of funny things. It entertains me to make people think I'm crazy.

*Anarky* · 11-09-2006, 11:57 AM

I'd quite probably reenact either a scene at the office where we're discussing what should be in tomorrow's newspaper. Or a scene at the pub where me and my buddies are talking about this and that while playing a round of darts.

I know those scenes aren't real killers, but I guess they are what I'd think would interest the world most.

愛 · 11-09-2006, 12:04 PM

I live the incredibly boring life of sitting on my computer, either playing games or browsing the vast internet in the pursuit (spelling?) of knowledge. So if I had to explain in 5 minutes what I do in my spare time, it would be 5 minutes of clicking and typing.

*Katie* · 11-09-2006, 12:15 PM

Picture it.....

me. By myself usually. Sitting accross the river from the colliseum on a cold sunday morning. shifting weight from side to side on my crippled legs... decked out completely in my Titans gear.....polish sausages and chicken cooking on my grill....Trying to have more team spirit than the "slab clan" does and pondering the theft of their damned orange cones. (if you need to know what that means feel free to PM me.)

or

me. notebook in hand. scribbling stories and sketches. phone to my ear, while watching some cartoon. daydreaming about the possibilities of life and why everyone of my friends thinks I'm just a silly carefree kid...while they complain about their drab lives.

*Sewer Bull* · 11-09-2006, 12:49 PM

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Originally Posted by Mars-Chan

If you have 5:00 to do whatever you wanted to do (keeping in mind that alcohol, drugs, guns and whatnot are not allowed)

Damn you spoilsport you.

*damnhooligan* · 11-09-2006, 01:58 PM

I'd probably narrate a tutorial on how to photoshop Atreyu from the Neverending Story onto the back of a flying baby wild boar in under five minutes. So lots of mumblin', clickin' and surreptitious snickerin'.

*discordiatookie* · 11-09-2006, 08:55 PM

sleep.

i like sleepytimes...

read.

i like readytimes...

music.

i like musicytimes ...

drinks.

i like drinksytimes...

perhaps not in that order

*The Stryker* · 11-10-2006, 12:32 AM

Thinking of ways to take down the White Man.

*Voltron* · 11-10-2006, 10:13 PM

The curtains open on a dark stage. The distant sound of thunder whispers in your ear hints of the coming storm. Suddenly, a blast of light fills the room and the stage is illuminated by furious flames. The audience takes note of the numerous villains and single guitar weidling demon on the stage.

I ride in, on a motorcycle with buzzsaws for wheels as the demon wails on a guitar like there is no tomorrow. And for me, on stage, there is nothing past the five minute mark.

On my motorcycle are two women: one in front, the other in the rear, both amazingly interested in me. Also, I might be eating a panini. I'm not sure. It's all part of the mystique of Voltron. But I digress.

I back flip off my motorcycle and land on one of the terrorists. Then, as the others try to rush me, I let loose a barrage of punches. Some of most of the terrorists are blinded, the others? ...Well, their fate is equally as sealed.

Like a cowboy my hand instinctivly goes to my gun holster. I pull out a massive sword (that could never fit in said holster,) and I aim it at everyone. By now, the demon has been joined by Hall and Oates, who are screaming out anthems of Love and Rock, as I let loose a malestrom of justice beam from my vorpal blade.

The two women who entered with me burst into flames and melt. Other women and indeed delegates from every nation on earth rush from both sides and drop before me. They worship me as their god, as any one would. But I say "NAY! PEOPLES! BEHOLD AND YE SHALL SEE THAT THE ABILITY TO DO GOOD AND BE SO ABSOLUTELY COOL THAT DEMONS PLAY GUITARS FOR YOU AS WOMEN MELT IN FLAMES IS WITHIN US ALL. LO, GIVE UNTO ME YOUR EARS AND LEARN WHAT SECRETS MAY RELEASE HUMANITY FROM THE BONDS OF HATE, AND INTO THE BONDS OF EVERY LASTING LOVE."

And the ambassadors shall respond, "YEA, SPEAK TRUE SIR VOLTRON?!"

To which, with a tender look in my eye shall draw them all to my defined, muscular bosom and say, "NO YOU STUPID ASSES, FOR I AM JUST BETTER THAN YOU."

Assuming the audience is still sitting in their seats, I'll probably have myself raptured into the sky.

The curtain closes.

The end.

That is what I do in my spare time besides lots of drugs and alcohol.

*gobo* · 11-10-2006, 10:34 PM

5 minutes of discussing with myself the latest news in animation and movies with the occasional gibberish scream at myself followed by hysterical laughter at what the neighbors must think and singing a capella intentionally off-key, off-tempo and very loudly. Then, whistling innocently when other people join my pseudo-schizophrenic conversation.

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Originally Posted by Voltron

Also, I might be eating a panini.

Is that what happened to that sticker book company??

Ra · 11-11-2006, 06:02 AM

What I would do?

I would run to another class, grab one of my friends, and we would do some little skits with each other which we thought of in our spare time. Example -

Friend: "Do a pigeon call with this hand puppet!"
Me: *puts on hand puppet* "Err...PIGEON! PIGEON! PIGEON!"
Friend: "...what the hell is that supposed to be?"
Me: "Don't you know? It's a brain-dead pigeon! It has no brain"
Friend: "The only thing in here without any brain is what I'm staring at right now."
Me: "I knew you would say that. That's why I said it's a brain-dead pigeon - it has no brain!"
Friend: "...do you people see what I have to live with every day?"
Me: *in the background* "PIGEON! PIGEON! PIGEON! PIGEON!"

Either that or just attempting to do stand-up comedy and trying to catch low flying tomatoes at the same time

*discordiatookie* · 11-11-2006, 10:11 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Voltron

The curtains open on a dark stage. The distant sound of thunder whispers in your ear hints of the coming storm. Suddenly, a blast of light fills the room and the stage is illuminated by furious flames. The audience takes note of the numerous villains and single guitar weidling demon on the stage.

I ride in, on a motorcycle with buzzsaws for wheels as the demon wails on a guitar like there is no tomorrow. And for me, on stage, there is nothing past the five minute mark.

On my motorcycle are two women: one in front, the other in the rear, both amazingly interested in me. Also, I might be eating a panini. I'm not sure. It's all part of the mystique of Voltron. But I digress.

I back flip off my motorcycle and land on one of the terrorists. Then, as the others try to rush me, I let loose a barrage of punches. Some of most of the terrorists are blinded, the others? ...Well, their fate is equally as sealed.

Like a cowboy my hand instinctivly goes to my gun holster. I pull out a massive sword (that could never fit in said holster,) and I aim it at everyone. By now, the demon has been joined by Hall and Oates, who are screaming out anthems of Love and Rock, as I let loose a malestrom of justice beam from my vorpal blade.

The two women who entered with me burst into flames and melt. Other women and indeed delegates from every nation on earth rush from both sides and drop before me. They worship me as their god, as any one would. But I say "NAY! PEOPLES! BEHOLD AND YE SHALL SEE THAT THE ABILITY TO DO GOOD AND BE SO ABSOLUTELY COOL THAT DEMONS PLAY GUITARS FOR YOU AS WOMEN MELT IN FLAMES IS WITHIN US ALL. LO, GIVE UNTO ME YOUR EARS AND LEARN WHAT SECRETS MAY RELEASE HUMANITY FROM THE BONDS OF HATE, AND INTO THE BONDS OF EVERY LASTING LOVE."

And the ambassadors shall respond, "YEA, SPEAK TRUE SIR VOLTRON?!"

To which, with a tender look in my eye shall draw them all to my defined, muscular bosom and say, "NO YOU STUPID ASSES, FOR I AM JUST BETTER THAN YOU."

Assuming the audience is still sitting in their seats, I'll probably have myself raptured into the sky.

The curtain closes.

The end.

That is what I do in my spare time besides lots of drugs and alcohol.

man you live a boring life, huh?

*Voltron* · 11-12-2006, 10:58 AM

So boring that you'd think I'd have time to proof read what I write.

11-09-2006, 11:45 AM	#1
Mars-Chan I'LL BE THE HERO!!!! Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Practicing Alchemy in Risembool Posts: 6,297	Something to ponder.... So, my theater teacher posted a good question that I'd thought I'd post here and ask you all: If you have 5:00 to do whatever you wanted to do (keeping in mind that alcohol, drugs, guns and whatnot are not allowed) to show a theater class what you do in your spare time, I'm just curious...What would you do? Love to see what you all would answer to that... __________________ clings to award THANK YOU!! THANK YOU!!! cries in joy RED DAAAAAAAAAAAAWWN!!!! PROUD Member of the Risembool Rangers! (icon made by bakergirl69 on glitter-graphics)

11-09-2006, 11:52 AM	#2
iris moddy mod mod Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: finally escaped the lab Posts: 1,886	Does 5:00 mean 5 minutes? (Yes, me dummy. ) I'd probably sit there and laugh at my own thoughts. I spend a lot of time thinking of funny things. It entertains me to make people think I'm crazy. Last edited by iris; 11-09-2006 at 11:57 AM.

11-09-2006, 11:57 AM	#3
Anarky Outlaw Hero Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Tannhauser Gate Posts: 4,867	I'd quite probably reenact either a scene at the office where we're discussing what should be in tomorrow's newspaper. Or a scene at the pub where me and my buddies are talking about this and that while playing a round of darts. I know those scenes aren't real killers, but I guess they are what I'd think would interest the world most. __________________ Because it's... I dunno... brutal.

11-09-2006, 12:15 PM	#5
Katie Just...way too serious. Join Date: May 2005 Location: purgatory Posts: 3,519	Picture it..... me. By myself usually. Sitting accross the river from the colliseum on a cold sunday morning. shifting weight from side to side on my crippled legs... decked out completely in my Titans gear.....polish sausages and chicken cooking on my grill....Trying to have more team spirit than the "slab clan" does and pondering the theft of their damned orange cones. (if you need to know what that means feel free to PM me.) or me. notebook in hand. scribbling stories and sketches. phone to my ear, while watching some cartoon. daydreaming about the possibilities of life and why everyone of my friends thinks I'm just a silly carefree kid...while they complain about their drab lives. __________________ THE WORLD IS JUST AWESOME

11-09-2006, 01:58 PM	#7
damnhooligan Mad Scientist Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Dorksville, USA Posts: 1,745	I'd probably narrate a tutorial on how to photoshop Atreyu from the Neverending Story onto the back of a flying baby wild boar in under five minutes. So lots of mumblin', clickin' and surreptitious snickerin'. Last edited by damnhooligan; 11-11-2006 at 01:37 AM.

11-09-2006, 12:04 PM	#4
愛 Super Moderator Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 7,449	I live the incredibly boring life of sitting on my computer, either playing games or browsing the vast internet in the pursuit (spelling?) of knowledge. So if I had to explain in 5 minutes what I do in my spare time, it would be 5 minutes of clicking and typing.

11-09-2006, 08:55 PM	#8
discordiatookie facehugger Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Aberdeen, Scotland Posts: 2,817	sleep. i like sleepytimes... read. i like readytimes... music. i like musicytimes ... drinks. i like drinksytimes... perhaps not in that order __________________ Oh Discordia! Charyou Tree! Come, Reap! Don't tell us to grow up and out of it I got my cloak and dagger in a bar room brawl You actually trying to read this tiny text? Damn, you're dedicated! This is all just for effect you know... original TMNT art collection

11-10-2006, 12:32 AM	#9
The Stryker Stupid Rich Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Room 237 Posts: 11,152	Thinking of ways to take down the White Man. __________________ @~<3 Mom~@

11-10-2006, 10:13 PM	#10
Voltron Handsomest Boy in School Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: The Realm of SJW Posts: 4,642	The curtains open on a dark stage. The distant sound of thunder whispers in your ear hints of the coming storm. Suddenly, a blast of light fills the room and the stage is illuminated by furious flames. The audience takes note of the numerous villains and single guitar weidling demon on the stage. I ride in, on a motorcycle with buzzsaws for wheels as the demon wails on a guitar like there is no tomorrow. And for me, on stage, there is nothing past the five minute mark. On my motorcycle are two women: one in front, the other in the rear, both amazingly interested in me. Also, I might be eating a panini. I'm not sure. It's all part of the mystique of Voltron. But I digress. I back flip off my motorcycle and land on one of the terrorists. Then, as the others try to rush me, I let loose a barrage of punches. Some of most of the terrorists are blinded, the others? ...Well, their fate is equally as sealed. Like a cowboy my hand instinctivly goes to my gun holster. I pull out a massive sword (that could never fit in said holster,) and I aim it at everyone. By now, the demon has been joined by Hall and Oates, who are screaming out anthems of Love and Rock, as I let loose a malestrom of justice beam from my vorpal blade. The two women who entered with me burst into flames and melt. Other women and indeed delegates from every nation on earth rush from both sides and drop before me. They worship me as their god, as any one would. But I say "NAY! PEOPLES! BEHOLD AND YE SHALL SEE THAT THE ABILITY TO DO GOOD AND BE SO ABSOLUTELY COOL THAT DEMONS PLAY GUITARS FOR YOU AS WOMEN MELT IN FLAMES IS WITHIN US ALL. LO, GIVE UNTO ME YOUR EARS AND LEARN WHAT SECRETS MAY RELEASE HUMANITY FROM THE BONDS OF HATE, AND INTO THE BONDS OF EVERY LASTING LOVE." And the ambassadors shall respond, "YEA, SPEAK TRUE SIR VOLTRON?!" To which, with a tender look in my eye shall draw them all to my defined, muscular bosom and say, "NO YOU STUPID ASSES, FOR I AM JUST BETTER THAN YOU." Assuming the audience is still sitting in their seats, I'll probably have myself raptured into the sky. The curtain closes. The end. That is what I do in my spare time besides lots of drugs and alcohol.

11-11-2006, 06:02 AM	#12
Ra It's my desire? Join Date: Sep 2004 Location: In your pants. Posts: 4,441	What I would do? I would run to another class, grab one of my friends, and we would do some little skits with each other which we thought of in our spare time. Example - Friend: "Do a pigeon call with this hand puppet!" Me: puts on hand puppet "Err...PIGEON! PIGEON! PIGEON!" Friend: "...what the hell is that supposed to be?" Me: "Don't you know? It's a brain-dead pigeon! It has no brain" Friend: "The only thing in here without any brain is what I'm staring at right now." Me: "I knew you would say that. That's why I said it's a brain-dead pigeon - it has no brain!" Friend: "...do you people see what I have to live with every day?" Me: in the background "PIGEON! PIGEON! PIGEON! PIGEON!" Either that or just attempting to do stand-up comedy and trying to catch low flying tomatoes at the same time __________________ "So. The whole lot of you against little old me? How retarded." Last edited by Ra; 11-11-2006 at 11:10 PM.

11-12-2006, 10:58 AM	#14
Voltron Handsomest Boy in School Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: The Realm of SJW Posts: 4,642	So boring that you'd think I'd have time to proof read what I write.