this is my favourite word at the minute, herr brekst said and pointed upwards. see the headline, he said.
herr brekst says a lot of things over a period of time but that does not mean they ought to be taken seriously. even though this is only a small, one could even think, insignificant piece of information we stil like to point out that this is neither an official statement nor by any means what herr brekst really wanted to say.
on second thought, herr brekst said and grew silent.
for some reason the pot is always steaming but the tea is always cold. they should stop serving steaming pots.
q: what then? if the pot policy changes?
a: that wasn’t me who said this; just because i’m in the same episode as the quote it doesn’t mean i said it, does it?
q: who said it then?
a: brekst did, i think. (he said fink to emphasise the importance).
q: brekst eh?
a: yes.
the comedy interplay:
you know now, when i told you, said sponge, the thing about the headlines, yes?
of corrs knot. —
now, said sponge, it’s that what i mean there, there above us. all. keep it there. you understand what i’m saying?
the sun shone, for i like the word shone. not more to report. on with the show.
q: we know about the scenery, alright. we are well sufficiently informed about our opinion on our viewers’ lack of ignorance. however, we woould like to know more about what you’ve said to the president of the united mates when you met last month.
a: we never met after all.
q: great to hear; and what didn’t he say?
—— breadroll served a steaming pot of tea. too late, for almost everyone had gone at this point.
a brief description of the scene’s static elements, followed a series of fnnnnnnns and …
q: but how do you do it? cohesive correlations of contra countercohesion seems to be a rather complex matter that you nonetheless master without problems at all.
a: that’s right.
q: our viewers certainly would be interested in that matter.
a: arent’t they always, the nosy buggers.
q: brown nosers.
a: curious cacs.
further description of the scene’s static elements as well as states of the dynamic ones.
herr brekst, bruised, wanted a steak, which he subsequently bought in a shop. he wanted the steak rare, with onion rings and mash. kitchen staff explained that open food was not allowed. herr brekst, disgruntled, spilt coffee on today’s script.
fnnnn ftkftkftk fnnnnb.
q: how do you create this tense sense of cohesion, this cohesive co-co and shen?
sponge, walking outside, dawn, no yucca tree. this morning when i woke up i had this feeling of importance, said sponge, a feeling of importantness almost. that wears off though. almost immediately.
if that’s ok, herr brekst said, the thing with the lines then what isn’t but i wouldn’t know whether or not it was ok; all i know is …
well shall never know — at least not too soon — as herr brekst starts hitting himself. slaps on wrist first, then ears, nose, the works.
to join in, said blokk, i would have to be motivated.
————— it is up to me i suppose, said sponge, so say it: the episode started rather without significant events, not even the odd bleak sun was to rise over the roofs. ———
this line for example marks a break, herr brekst said and points vaguely at sponge, between sponge’s part and mine.
long lines stand for deep thought in printed media, herr brekst said, to show what’s going on and that it is going on inside people’s heads, or what should go on (nothing, more often than not). it also stands for a longer pause (brackets are popular, too, to express thought). you didn’t think that, did you. ——————— bet you didn’t. ——————— me neither (as in would have thought so(. there you go, wonders everywhere but this episode still strikes me as somewhat unfinished.
so, said breadroll, it’s me again; but as i say there is always a second line. ————– he waits. well i suppose, he says, there’s no point me hanging around. the first line is done, apologies went it wasn’t funny and that’s me done. ———– he waits. no point really, he says.
actually, said sponge and appeared stern, actually the waiting bit is not scheduled and we are actually not waiting for anything at all; officially — a semicolon is a way to avoid a new sentence.
they did ask me, said breadroll to make the first line and that is exactly what i did — right now i did it. not that i did not do exactly the same thing before but that is a second line now which i believe everyone has been waiting for.
he loiters for a while.
i did come to ask a question, herr brekst said. a question or two, to be correct, a query.
breadroll and block of wood sat with the deflated presenter. sponge was nowhere to be seen (bathroom? my first guess.). a scene of tranquility and peace (still in bed?).
the presenter had told the others about the burning questions he still has to ask in the name of his audience (who will be rewarded with a portable barbeque kit – one for each)(is he hiding somewhere?) but unfortunately today did not seem to be a success (alright, i give up, where is he?).
i pulled a nose hair, the full length of it, herr brekst said, but that is although a success not the reason why i am here.
you had a double portion of puff, said block of wood, and soon you will go for another one.
yes, said breadroll, did not think it would turn out this way. we really should consider industrial action.
of some kind an action, said block of wood.
industrial, said breadroll, as in industrious.
fnn. fnnnnfff.
q: the social component, is that entirely missing in your, shall i dare say, art? stuff?
a: i’m a socialist, always have been.
so what’ll we going to do now, said breadroll.
i don’t know, said block of wood, just do whatever it takes to have fun i presume. there will be no rehearsal.
it seems to be a policy, said breadroll, to display and almost highlight the inflate-deflate noises. the pressure alternations we are talking about. fair and square we should get a little more than that for it?
fnn flapp tootdle toots, said block of wood, to obstruct, instruct, distract, didact you i want you to get to know my latest brain child: a cap to fit all skulls, kaipirovka my dear.
fnnnn fssssphphphph. fut fulli fuff’d. horrosho ffffff.
q: it is better with the presence in my presence, is it not?
a: quite certainly.
to protest in an oldfashioned way block of wood shat on the stage, on stage literally, and they all saw it which gave the presenter an enormous boost in his ratings and made block of wood over night a celebrity.
they can’t get me out of this programme easily, he said.
they shall splatter head lice and incontinence ads over his programme for all i care.
q: i hope we are fnnnn all better now.
a: you know the other day i really felt today it’ll open. when the drawer eventually opened, you know what i mean.
q: there was a presence wasn’t there.
a: there was.
fnnn.
q: you mentioned some word the reader might not readily understand; would you like to explain?
a: a subject indeed as hairy as the breadnuts you’ve mentioned earlier. we are in an ongoing precess, or process, as the more conservative amongst you might say, but we are actually precessing something here, some shitty old garbage and then we run to the kitchen hoping to find somebody desparate enough to listen to our story, actually if they don’t get away in time they are geting the full story starting when this lad there and then bus came, the full story, thn th keybrroad brks, whata- a shit day. just loockkkkatihs.
well now, said sponge, the jam is almost over and we shall continue with the interview.
and other aspects, said breadroll.
to be read between the lines on a need-to-know basis, said sponge, yes; we have a presentation here to be trained.
why can we not be just boring one day again, said block of wood.
and bringing brekst in would have resolved the issue? breadroll clearly wants to make a reference to a yesterday headline.
maybe, said block of wood, if an issue had been raised.
30 November, 2005 