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July 13, 2004
fractured fairy tale
last night, i gathered together 9 willing little guinea pigs and unleashed this horrendous murder mystery game that i had written on them. for little squealing furry creatures, running around and looking for wood shavings, they did quite well. it was difficult to pry erica off the wheel and jason wanted to eat all the treats, but eventually everyone was scheming in corners and searching rooms to find daggers, crowns, bloody clothing, and packets of poison. I have no idea how many times kristen gathered together a cohort for revolution and then double-crossed them. brian danny got all anti-royalist and refused the throne. no one seemed to ever think to offer it to dianna, but then not many people seemed aware that she was also the illegitimate child of the dead King. I thought that LRRH would take the throne just to keep it from the peace-loving Prince so that she could kill giants for the rest of her days, but that didn't happen. jolie kept having sex with people (speaking of which, mad props for seeing sleeping beauty naked a second time, i forgot that one.) jason wandered around "yoo-hooing" and had all his careful work dashed when his object of affection refused the jihad. kati vol and dianna, you two were serious schemers, excellent. gene didn't die, kristen did. erica arrived before the food. and i didn't even realize how late it was at 10:40 because so much was going on i hadn't thought to check the time.
i have to say that writing this whole thing (it's like 30 something pages total) which encompasses a whole mini-society, their relationships with one another, political factions, and overlapping information or secrets, was an amazing experience. it was fun to sit with a notebook, chewing on a pen, trying to figure out who was sleeping with who and what someone had done in the past to make someone else hate them. causes and effects all over the damn place. coming up with tiny details like betty the begging beauty or snow white and the pimping dwarves or a sword encased in poo or lying about lollies or a horse named clancy. the only inconsequential thing there is the name of the horse. and given a few minutes, a pen, and a notepad i could make 'clancy' matter a great deal to someone. the power, the absolute power!
i'm kind of in withdrawal now. i mean i fucking wrote a newspaper for it yesterday. and now, nothing. now, it's done. i'm sort of sad. but, at the same time, not really wanting to write another one yet. kristen suggested, back before i started writing it, that we could maybe turn a murder mystery into our next movie somehow. and jason, last night during it, said that he wished there was a camera in every room. i wish i could have really been omniscient (with cameras) and known everything that was going on to my baby once i released it.
only 2 pictures up so far, but there will be more. oh yes. (evil witch cackle.)
note: brian danny's (or jack's) photos are now up too.
Posted by michele at July 13, 2004 10:45 AM
Comments
Honestly, it was amazing. A true work of art, Michele. Congratulations.
PS - if you people make another movie without me, I’m gonna kick some serious ass. I refuse to be replaced by some lesser Rapunzel.
Posted by: Jolie at July 13, 2004 02:14 PM
I just got caught by one of my coworkers - laughing out loud for no apparent reason -
as I was changing my desktop to the pic that was taken of the fairy tale boys right before Jack pinched Hansel’s nipple.
Posted by: Jolie at July 13, 2004 04:44 PM
Posted by: michele at July 13, 2004 06:23 PM
I had such a blast. It was really so much fun.
Thanks to everybody who played, it was great.
and HUGE ups to Michele for getting this all together, and for going into such fantastic detail.
You rock.
Posted by: kati at July 13, 2004 11:22 PM
Agreed, agreed.
Mom, you were great. But now I can’t remember… did you ever get to incestuously marry the Prince?
Posted by: Dianna at July 14, 2004 07:51 AM
2 questions. first, did jolie see REAL naked kati vol or imaginary nakedness? second, who sent me the anonymous message through the witch?
Posted by: didofoot at July 14, 2004 08:36 AM
dianna: she wasn’t related to the prince. other than by the fact that she had a kid with his dad. and i have aftermath scenarios for some people, and in the prince and sleeping beauty’s case, they did get married eventually.
kristen: sadly, no. and kati vol.
Posted by: michele at July 14, 2004 09:14 AM
Posted by: michele at July 14, 2004 09:15 AM
The having a kid by the prince’s father thing makes it incestuous enough to qualify in my mind. Speaking of incest, though, I’m slightly regretting that I didn’t go the power-hungry route and bribe Jack into helping me get on the throne by promising to marry him. I mean, really, it’s nothing worse than what European royalty has gotten up to for centuries, and we could have taken on that damn sissy Prince easily. Sweeeeet! But it didn’t occur to me at the time.
Imaginary nakedness is better than no nakedness.
Posted by: Dianna at July 14, 2004 09:52 AM
but instead you helped the prince to power and in return he sent you out to do his work for him in the kingdom. since you weren’t allowed to kill giants (your dream-job), he let you go around freeing people who were trapped, cursed, imprisoned, etc. So you got to battle dragons, trolls, and witches while rescuing damsels and frog-princes and the like. and on one of your expeditions you met prince charming who you ended up marrying and he took you home to his kingdom where there was a dreadful giant infestation, and you and he mounted this huge giant repelling force, had a 7 year war, and lived happily ever after with a total of 16 fingers, 3 ears, and and 3.5 legs amongst you.
Posted by: michele at July 14, 2004 10:02 AM
Posted by: Dianna at July 14, 2004 10:28 AM
Posted by: michele at July 14, 2004 10:33 AM
Posted by: Dianna at July 14, 2004 10:36 AM
I’m always late to the party, but the whole spiel was a blast, and I still stand by my democracy/aristocracy idea. Down with the crown!
Posted by: jack at July 16, 2004 02:09 PM