I’ll watch Violet Bee,
You can leave it all to me …
Got my big ol’ zappy rifle and my shades!
I need breathers, here and there,
So my anguish I can share!
If you don’t know … I’ll tell you now, in spades!
Listen as I tell
Of my three days spent in hell,
Of the sinking of the Indianapolis!
As eleven hundred men
Went into the sea, and then …
Pay attention! It gets good after this!
My secret pain I now will share!
My dirty laundry I will air
In ways I
Can’t control!
Feel the wounds in my soul …
So shut your hole!
As I share my secret pai-ai-ai-ai-ain!
As I share my secret pain!
So now I’m just gonna hear a Cornish accent the rest of the time she’s in the comic. I will be very impressed with the Robert Shaw-ness if she tries to garrotte someone with her watch crown, seeing as how they’re on a train and all.
She looks pretty good for someone near 90 years old.
Then again, with mad science, we must allow for time travel, reincarnation, brain transplants, near immortality,……..
Or she may just be delusional.
It’s very simple. Her secret pain is that she’s really Robert Shaw reincarnated, and now she’s got to channel Quint, the Sheriff of Nottingham, and an assassin from a James Bond movie, all on a moving train full of zombies.
Oh, wait. If it’s a secret, maybe I wasn’t supposed to tell that part…
Given that she refers to non-Zombies as “breathers” and she’s wearing sunglasses indoors (and apparently made her way to the engine room while the lights were still off), I’m tentatively going with “vampire.” (Vampires really don’t like zombies, you know: they lower the whole tone of the “undead” thing).
Not to mention that zombies replaced vampires as the latest undead fad. Although a certain movie and novel series involving emo sparkle-wannabe-vampires may well have had a little something to do with that…
(Well, maybe that and Anne Rice going back to Catholicism and sending Lestat to Hell, but let’s not quibble here, shall we?)
I predict that Shaenon K. Garrity will be the new Phillip K. Dick, with movie studios fighting over the right to reproduce her works (long after death). Plus they both got the “K” thing going for them.
I’d pray for a well-played Mell Kelly. No idea where you’d get an actor who could pull off the look and feel, and I suspect the UN might have issues with anyone who could…but it’d be awesome.
(TUNE: “Kentucky Rain”, Elvis Presley)
I’ll watch Violet Bee,
You can leave it all to me …
Got my big ol’ zappy rifle and my shades!
I need breathers, here and there,
So my anguish I can share!
If you don’t know … I’ll tell you now, in spades!
Listen as I tell
Of my three days spent in hell,
Of the sinking of the Indianapolis!
As eleven hundred men
Went into the sea, and then …
Pay attention! It gets good after this!
My secret pain I now will share!
My dirty laundry I will air
In ways I
Can’t control!
Feel the wounds in my soul …
So shut your hole!
As I share my secret pai-ai-ai-ai-ain!
As I share my secret pain!
We’re gonna need a bigger train.
.1100 men, huh? So somebody lost a hand to four significant digits?
(Hooray, kerning!)
This was Quint’s (fishing boat captain) quote from Jaws.
Well technically its complement was 1,196 and ~900 of the survived the initial torpedo attack.
So now I’m just gonna hear a Cornish accent the rest of the time she’s in the comic. I will be very impressed with the Robert Shaw-ness if she tries to garrotte someone with her watch crown, seeing as how they’re on a train and all.
She looks pretty good for someone near 90 years old.
Then again, with mad science, we must allow for time travel, reincarnation, brain transplants, near immortality,……..
Or she may just be delusional.
It’s very simple. Her secret pain is that she’s really Robert Shaw reincarnated, and now she’s got to channel Quint, the Sheriff of Nottingham, and an assassin from a James Bond movie, all on a moving train full of zombies.
Oh, wait. If it’s a secret, maybe I wasn’t supposed to tell that part…
Or she may just be trying to torture Bee via complete annoyance.
Given that she refers to non-Zombies as “breathers” and she’s wearing sunglasses indoors (and apparently made her way to the engine room while the lights were still off), I’m tentatively going with “vampire.” (Vampires really don’t like zombies, you know: they lower the whole tone of the “undead” thing).
I wonder if Tip would still prefer it be her gnawing on his shoulder blade.
I’m wondering if she’s another army vet converted into piloted drone, like Violet. Notice Violet Bee’s reaction to her war story…
Not to mention that zombies replaced vampires as the latest undead fad. Although a certain movie and novel series involving emo sparkle-wannabe-vampires may well have had a little something to do with that…
(Well, maybe that and Anne Rice going back to Catholicism and sending Lestat to Hell, but let’s not quibble here, shall we?)
I predict that Shaenon K. Garrity will be the new Phillip K. Dick, with movie studios fighting over the right to reproduce her works (long after death). Plus they both got the “K” thing going for them.
If my work can inspire one movie with a Schwarzenegger quip and/or triple-breasted whore, my soul will rest content.
I’d pray for a well-played Mell Kelly. No idea where you’d get an actor who could pull off the look and feel, and I suspect the UN might have issues with anyone who could…but it’d be awesome.
Claudia Black, maybe?
Come to think of it, Narbonic and Skin Horse would make great YouTube video series, if a good group of fans were to get together and make it…
Lots of men go into the water every day, usaly more, musta been slow at the beaches