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Anachronist, get hip to Create Space, which is the platform I've used in the past, it's pretty cool depending on what you're looking for.

Don't worry, I'm on it.

Aside from the wailing of a newborn babe this may be the most fantastic anything I have ever heard of ever.

I do, but's that about the time I discovered weed and well,  one must have one's priorities.

I only masturbate when I find myself in my presence….my life's a wee bit complicated.

That'll do.

It's a question I ask myself everyday. I must. If there's one thing my adventures have taught it is that one must ready for anything.

Plummer was the only thing holding that mess together and gave it any kind of gravity which is strange given that fucking Nazis are an integral plot point but hot damn Julie Andrews really was that annoying.

That you got him to say that he would do porn makes up for the time you should have gotten, Will. That made my day.

Holy Moses that made my sinuses ache! Note to self: don't read that page until you have entered that magical time of still not quite so drunk and in no way ready for breakfast.

Well, with the way I feel about Mr. Shepard I would pay him in any and every way he wanted.

That's what made Branaughs Hamlet so revolutionary, not only did he do the complete text but he performed Hamlet correctly, as a guy who is aching for revenge but not quite sure how to get to it.

I once dumped a girl because she thought the Scottish Play curse was bs. That was the last time I let myself lose my heart to a civilian.

Despite Shakespeare's god like status he really did write some gawd awful stuff, ie most of the Comedies, Troilus and Cressida but you can't fault him for that too much, he knew that his job was to get asses in the seats which is why there's as much fucking and fighting in his stuff as there is in todays Hollywood

Blast…somebody already answered you! But I will say that in playwriting class Fool for Love was the only post Vietnam play that my old cretin of a professor had us study. Mamet, Kushner, guys of Shepards generation et al were covered in Theatre History.

I would actually pay to watch that, not with money, of course.

Met a David Assflag once. The self hate was a slow burning one.

My kid had a classmate whose first name was Captain. He preferred to be called Waylon though.

Yes, yes it is. I listened to it the night I heard about him passing.

I saw him at a reading at SIU Carbondale back in 98 or 99. A great man with the hardest damn handshake I've ever encountered.