Who is your Favorite Protagonist? What Made you Like them so Much?

[Kathleen]

@leon-fleming

A personal spy eh? I had one of those in the past, until he just coincidentally disappeared one day. And no, I had nothing to do with it. Why would you ask such a thing?

Anyway…

I have no doubt that all of your favorite protagonists are quite formidable, however I’m sorry to say that I have never watched any of those films accept 1995 Pride and Prejudice. What made you prefer the Robert Downey Jr. Sherlock over the Benedict Cumberbach Sherlock? I planning on watching the Sherlock Holmes Series sometime, but I first want to read the books.

@gracie-j

Oh, when you mentioned a “whippersnapper” I at first thought you were speaking of me. Whippersnapper was my old nickname back in the day… but I would prefer not to remember those days.

I haven’t watched Rocky either, (man, this forum thread is making me question whether I’m as much as a film lover as I thought), but after your beautiful speech of Rocky and his excellence, I will definitely be checking it out.

Hhhmmm… Now I’m curious on what your full thoughts on Endgame is. Would it be bad of me to say that I was happy when Iron Man died? I feel like that statement would make me look like a psychopath after hearing about you and Fleming’s heartfelt tears in the theater. I swear I’m not evil! I just thought that his death made the movie and it’s theme so much more impactful than it would have been otherwise.

I’m sure that Fleming’s champagne is delightful. I’ve only heard good things about it from the village’s thieves. However I’m currently learning to drive and in the middle of the drug and alcohol course which has very much dulled my taste for champagne. 🙁

 

[Anonymous]

@kathleenramm You should definitely watch Rocky. The first three were the best and the fifth was…well, just not good for Rocky, but that’s beside the point. They are really great movies with some of the best fight/training scenes. Ever. Which, oddly, are my favorite parts. The Cinderella Man is also a great boxing/boxer movie, if that’s something you’re interested in.

Actually, I don’t think that’s bad of you at all. (Despite, you know, our incessant sobbing all through the last thirty minutes of the movie and the credits and the walk to the car and the drive home and the shower before bed. And the three hours I–though I’m sure Fleming did as well–tossed and turned in my bed before finally falling prey to nightmares. Did you experience the same, @leon-fleming?) Watching him die was heartrending, but in the end, it was for the best. It redeemed an otherwise stupid *grimaces at all the scowls throughout the room* movie and gave Iron Man/Tony a, well, a happy ending, really. The rest of the original Avengers have already begun fading away (like Captain America) and, I’m sorry (not), but what they’ve done to Hulk (RIP, man) and Thor (he had so much potential…) is just terrible. Iron Man stayed roughly the same (at least in the weight and anger management department), so I would not have wanted them to corrupt his character by making him fat and dumb or some sort of half-metal/half-man thing like they did with Hulk/Banner. Marvel movies are a very controversial subject for me, so I try not to force them into a conversation, because I don’t think anyone else agrees with me that Ragnarok and Guardians of the Galaxy were totally and thoroughly stupid and that the best Marvel movie ever was the first Avengers. And that Loki is, like, one of the best characters Marvel ever created. I’m serious. Oo…there’s your next Topic of the Week…Who is your Favorite Antagonist? My answer is Loki.

I’ve always been more fond of Dom Perignon myself, but since I’m in the process of learning to drive myself, I think I’ll pass. Just to be safe. Plus you never can trust those thieves–their uncultured palates wouldn’t know Abel Charlot from cheap dollar store champagne.

[Alien and Sojourner in a Foreign Land]

@gracie-j Well, I suppose you are entitled to your opinion…though beehives do tend to bring along their own orchestra of monotone buzzing…

You made for quite the picture walking towards the building. Some people wondered if you were one of those honey sales ladies…

Oh, and, uh. Your beehive’s dripping.

*mild snorting* Yes, well, actually Tony was a very mixed up guy. Have you seen the three Iron Man movies?

Not to mention the other movies, of course.

You seriously sobbed at a poetry coffeehouse? What on earth is that anyway? *snorts loudly* Yeah, weird. Why exactly were you weeping and gnashing your teeth? You must have written something that everybody hated. Which brings the question around…do you write poetry?

Obviously, you don’t know me and mine reserves. If you’ll turn your nose up to my champagne…well. Just know I spent more than too much money on that batch. (I’ve always seemed to do that a lot…)

@kathleenramm You’ve had one of those, too, huh? It must be a thing around here. What was the creep dressed like? WELL, actually I’m usually suspicious of everyone, considering Agatha is back to her normal array of writing. The last novel of her’s I read wasn’t up to par at all. That’s why I might’ve asked. Why do you ask?

OH; what did you think of that Pride and Prejudice?

Actually, I’ve only watched the Downey Jr. Sherlock Holmes films. Check that, I’ve watched a few of Basil Rathbone’s, and one other actor’s. But mainly, I’ve only watched the Downey films. Many people would agree that the second film (A Game of Shadows) is one of the most well-put-together films ever made. I wouldn’t disagree, either. Downey plays a great Sherlock Holmes simply for his acting. You’d have to watch them to know what I mean.

As I’ve implied, I haven’t watched the Benedict Cumberbatch/Martin Freeman TV series, though it looks intriguing.

SO…you’re in contact with the Stubbs band. How’d you hear from them? (Just to put things in perspective, they’ve been stealing from me as well as some of the other fine fellows of this town for a while now. Nobody’s caught them obviously.)

@gracie-j @kathleenramm Actually, it was good that Iron Man died, not that I liked it at all. The funeral music was great. Plus it added some difference to the movie.

(@gracie-j Yeah, well, not exactly the same, no. I didn’t cry outwardly, of course, that would’ve been strange. I don’t cry over fictional characters, though I admit the moment was quite sorrowful to undergo. Quite a bit sorrowful, if you know what I mean. Gosh, if any of the girls saw it then, they definitively would’ve been crying.)

I actually don’t remember having any dreams that night.

Which is strange, since my dreams are generally either really strange or too terrifying that I’ve forgotten them right after I wake up.

[Anonymous]

@leon-fleming I’m assuming you’ve never seen an actual beehive, have you? Like Aretha Franklin and Audrey Hepburn. It’s a ’60’s classic. But that’s beside the point, considering I’m actually trying to sell some flavored honey sticks at the moment. Have you not seen my ads? I’m all over national television.

I don’t mean it like that–of course Tony was mixed up. But he didn’t go from smart and serious to stupid idiot over a course of, like, three days. He got progressively better as a person, of course, but his personality stayed the same, which is one of the reason why I like him so much.

So, one question at a time. A poetry coffeehouse is (usually; the one in question was not) a poetry reading at an actual coffeehouse. They’re like a cool big city thing. Except…mine was neither cool nor big city, but it’s a traumatic experience I don’t want to relive, so please don’t ask. *swallows back bile and then carefully rubs her jaw* They had this country singer there who sang about the day his mom died, when he went to school, didn’t say goodbye, and came home to find out that she’d died, so…yeah…it was really sad. Good, but sad. And I hate country music, so that’s saying a lot.

About poetry…I’ve written a couple poems, but I’m not that good and they’re not that good, so I haven’t shared them with anyone outside my family yet. Although, I mean, I’m not adverse to it. It’s just…I don’t feel like dying of embarrassment, you know? Not so close to your funeral, at least.

Hey, I rarely ever cry over fictional characters either (only Tony and…maybe one or two others), so, had you, I wouldn’t have found it strange. It was sad. I mean, he died. I’m more liable to cry over music, which has been mentioned above. Which girls? ‘Cause I know some who were totally hardened to Tony’s death, and I still haven’t forgiven them for that.

[Alien and Sojourner in a Foreign Land]

@gracie-j Yep, I 100% misunderstood you on that one. I’ve actually probably seen something like that, but I don’t know that the name applies. I’ve watched a lot of movies with Audrey Hepburn, so I’m sure I saw it somewhere.

No, I haven’t seen your adds, unfortunately. I’m not watching much TV at the moment.

Yeah, okay, cool, great, superb, amazing, you got it, I comprehend.

Wow, okay, terrible. I’ve heard of things like a poetry coffeehouse. But that’s definitely not the poetry I enjoy or like writing. That is, music writing of that kind. I won’t ask, then.

(I’m not chuckling, snorting, or laughing…at all.) Well, aside from the humor (moment), if you want to show you’re poetry, I’ll be more than glad to look at it.

Yeah, he’s a bit of an exception, I suppose. (The girls in my family, that is.)

[Anonymous]

@leon-fleming Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve decided to go for girlish bob to match my vintage Great Gatsby dress. The 20s are all the rage now, you know.

You must not be reading the newspaper either. Or any magazines. I’m plastered on the cover of Southern Living and the front page of The Atlanta Journal-Constitution.

Yeah…it was one of the worst things I’d ever been through–and I don’t mean the crying part. My nerves were so shot that, by the end of it, I was singing, dancing in high-heeled boots, and talking to myself. (Not that any of those are uncommon occurrences, that is.) I was pretty much the only normal person–er, person actually reciting poetry, aside from a handful of elementary-school kids, so you can imagine what that was like.

I might show you a couple poems, if you’re sure you can handle it. It’s all free verse (except for that one about being sleepy–I think that one rhymed) and more stream-of-consciousness than anything that makes sense. I mean, I’m proud of it, but I wouldn’t ever call myself a poet.

Oh…how many are there? Do you have any brothers? Are you the oldest? (You’ll have to excuse me. I’m the oldest of seven kids–we’re all full siblings, by the way–so I kind of obsess over, you know, families, big ones especially, and their dynamics. I guess that means familology is my third favorite ology. [Not an actual field of study–it’s family sciences broadly, but psychology, communications, sociology, etc. more specifically.] You can answer at your own risk.)

[Alien and Sojourner in a Foreign Land]

@gracie-j I’m sure you know what you’re talking about (you know, with all the fashion what’sits), but I have exactly no idea. Well, as long as you know what you’re doing…at least I’m almost positive that I’m just a bit taller than you. You know, more material when going to tailors equals more cash. That bit, I do know, at least.

Nay, I’m not reading the newspaper, nor any magazines. I don’t get one delivered, you see, and all of my own magazines are published or shot already. Believe it or not, I actually have heard vaguely of The Atlanta Journal-Constitution.

That sounds like quite the scene! (Was this a real event?) You must have been just a bit shot by the end of it all. Yeah, that must have been strange; how on earth did you manage dancing in high-heeled boots?

I think I just might feel comfortable either critiquing or editing your poetry if you feel well enough to publish it. Feel free not to, of course; not that I have to tell you that, or that I should inform you of feeling free of posting it, because it’s your poetry, and, heck, it’s a free country and all, and…never mind.

Well, there’re five in total; I’m actually in the middle with a total of two brothers and the rest are sisters. That sounds like an interesting -ology, though I myself am not interested in it, as of its definite course.

So you’ve visited Paris your whole life?

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[Anonymous]

@leon-fleming Eh. I’m five feet (and a half an inch, but that doesn’t count much), so I’m sure pretty much everyone over the age of thirteen is taller than I am. And I’m having to look up those “fashion what’sits” as I go along, so we’re probably equals in fashion knowledge. And I’ve actually never heard of The Atlanta Journal-Consitution. I had to google the Atlanta newspaper. Yeah…it’s that bad.

And, yes, it very much was a real event–nearly a year ago last November. I was doing it more as a favor to a family friend’s daughter, who was hosting it…and, from what she’d said, it was going to be quite the affair. It wasn’t. The venue was gorgeous (an old train depot, with the most beautiful brick walls I’ve ever seen), but that was it. There were…school kids…everywhere. (No offense to school kids, but I’m an antisocial homeschooler. Me and…school kids…particularly school kids singing obscure pop songs…yeah…bad vibes, man.) I’d been hoping for cultured, intellectual, well put-together high-schoolers reciting beautiful prose, but I ended up with…well, not cultured, intellectual, well put-together high-schoolers or beautiful prose. It was more like group therapy or something. (And the jury’s still out on whether or not I need therapy.)

And I’ve had some practice dancing in heeled boots. Plus, when you’re nervous (and I don’t mean scared nervous, I mean brain-out-of-whack, bundle of nerves nervous) enough, you’ll find you can do just about anything.

Is it just me, or are you stuttering? *grins cheekily at the blush creeping up the man’s face* I’d love it if you would critique my poetry. How would you like me to send it to you? (They’re all in one document, and some of it’s mostly snippets of stuff, so I may just collect the best–as in, completed–ones, if you’d like.)

Five. That’s a good number. Are you all close together?

[Alien and Sojourner in a Foreign Land]

@gracie-j Five foot, huh? Very nice. Well, my sister’s older than thirteen and she’s shorter than you, so you’re not alone.

(I’m not laughing right now): Okay, cool; yeah, I don’t know much about either of those two topics. I only used an article from the AJ-C, so that’s it.

That sounds like a sad meeting. Plus those cultured, intellectual, well put-together high-schoolers who recite beautiful prose are very very hard to come by nowadays.

WOW! I CAN FLY!!

Okay. There’s one thing you’ve got to know: I rarely blush. In fact, I can’t stand that word. It’s terrible to mine ears. I can’t stand its texture, and I — generally — NEVER blush. But anyways.

Stuttering? Me? Why would I stutter? A short, uncommon burst of the hiccups? Well, anyways; if your document is a Google Doc, then you could just add share it with me; I think you might end up needing my email for that. Actually, I would’t mind reading the snippets, but if you’re truly embarrassed by them, then you can leave them out.

Yes, I suppose it is. Pretty much, certainly.

[Anonymous]

@leon-fleming Well, I’m finding more and more that being short has its advantages, so I don’t dare complain. Even if every single one of my younger siblings are destined to be at least four inches taller than me.

It was sad. *sniffles, swiping at her eyes* But, ’tis is the past and I’ve learned my lesson–no more poetry coffeehouses. Just poetry. Or coffeehouses. Separate.

You don’t blush? Balderdash! What would you call that distinct reddish tint blotching your cheeks and neck, then? Sunburn? Ack–not with the pale skin of your forearms, unless you mean to tell me you sun in sweaters. (A very bad idea, by the way. I don’t suggest it.) Although I do have to agree with you–something about the word rubs me wrong, and I rarely blush myself, compliments of an olive complexion.

You’re stuttering and everyone knows it. Denying it would only brand you a liar. But that’s beside the point. Here are my  poems. Everything *shuffles papers atop her desk* should be in order.

And I did include the snippets, by the way. And a bit of commentary.

[Alien and Sojourner in a Foreign Land]

@gracie-j Yeah, height isn’t everything, that’s for sure.

Sounds great; I love the both of those two. I’ve never had them mashed together, though.

Yeah, no. Surprisingly enough, I rarely get sunburned. The last time I remember getting sunburned was when I was at the beach; my two older siblings had already put sunscreen on, but I hadn’t as was my usual habit. Well, they still got sunburned; in fact, my sister still has large patches of faded sunburn and that was a while back. Okay, though; I’ve never tried sunning in a sweater (much less sunning at all), but yeah. My forearms have a very dark tan, and the difference between them and my upper arms is just a bit conspicuous. The same goes for my neck. You know, there are myths of there being Native American blood in my family, so I’ve got genes.

Actually, I do that a lot; not stutter, but rather ramble like that. It’s part of my strange character. It reminds me of a cat, sometimes, but then nobody could ever connect the two through those thin lines of connections, one could say. And, if one took in the book store context, along with the TobyMac context, with other contexts as well, it might seem quite reasonable. But that’s just my strange opinion concerning these somewhat disparaging circumstances. Now, take in, for example, Paranthënous, by Taemythan. Now, that is a prime example of what I’m talking about.

Okay, nice! I read through them; you have some pretty nice pieces in there!

[Anonymous]

@leon-fleming Yeah, don’t try mashing them. I mean, the only actual “mashed” thing I would recommend would be potatoes, and I don’t even like mashed potatoes, so that says a lot.

The most sunburned I get is on my nose and shoulders, but that’s pretty rare. Probably because I’m not out in the sun a lot, but, you know, a little goes a long way.

Wait–Native American? Our shared ethnicity is starting to look like more than just a coincidence. You see, for over a century, there has been a long-standing but unsupported myth that there is some Native American blood in my mom’s side of the family. You look at my younger brother or pictures of some of my great-great uncles, and it seems pretty obvious–only, they’ve never found any proof, and even the Portuguese-Jewish that I have plenty of proof of doesn’t show up on many DNA tests (of my great-uncles, not me). My mom even has this eye anomaly that is commonly found in Native Americans–or was it African-Americans? Either one. It would be weird, though, if there were any Native American blood, since my papa’s ancestor and half his family were killed in the last Indian massacre in Georgia.

And I’ve just TMIed you on my family history, haven’t you?

Eh…all creative geniuses ramble. It’s a thing. That’s not to say any of it ever makes any sense.

Thank you, thank you, thank you very much. (That was my Elvis impression, BTW.) I don’t think I’ll make a career out of poetry anytime soon, though. Not without a lot of practice. Now, you, on the other hand, are an amazing poet. (Just though I’d put that out there. 😊)

[Alien and Sojourner in a Foreign Land]

@gracie-j That’s quite the load of family history, to be sure. But not too much, I’d say. Speaking of favourite protagonists, one could make quite the protagonist with this sort of background. Of course, there would have to be plenty of characteristical evidences and such. Then one could develop his/her surroundings. Just the normal character building type stuff. Obviously.

[Anonymous]

@leon-fleming Make a protagonist out of mashed potatoes and sunburn? I’m not sure about that. 😆

Actually, it really would. I’ve been toying with several ideas based on family history and my ancestors (there’s a wee bit of mystery in my mom’s family, you see, and not just surrounding the Native American blood)–some are good and some are bad, and one is more of a “alternate me” story. Does that make sense?

Hey, if you wanna steal my background and try your hand at crafting a character, have at it. I’m not copyrighted…I don’t think. I’ll have to ask my lawyer about that–once we finish with that other situation, of course.

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