Screenplay For William Shatner and Christopher Walken Consisting Only of Pauses
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
The Ks - The Great Depression
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTc4qCeV3dQ&w=440&h=390]
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Friday, June 24, 2011
Lake It or Leave It
I lake what I see. Really, that’s going to be the concept here? Weak rhyme puns on lake? Lake out! Lake wow! You love The Ks? Lakewise. Lake no mistake about it. Lake me a pie.
What can you say about a lake anyway? A pond you can get the parameters, an ocean you have to let go and accept the vastness. Never quite got what made an ocean an ocean and a sea a sea. Bays I get, lagoons, yeah. Swim-holes. But the lake is like the province of water. They should only have them in Canada, and that might actually be the case. But a Lakeside, THAT you can talk about. THAT you can dip your canoe in and go fishing. We’re the tourists from the city who holed up in the house with a bunch of beers and are making a racket you can hear two miles over. Raccoons and foxes are drawn to our cabin, and Ian thinks he saw a bear. The real danger is the locals. They’re loading up on shotguns shells, peering in at us through the trees. Will this be a bucolic getaway, or a lynching? Listen to those crickets. How could anything bad happen down here by the lake? Wait a minute? Did you hear that? Was it a raccoon? Where’s Jeff? Oh no! I don’t lake it!
--Dan Kilian
This was the program for Thursday's show at The Lakeside Lounge.
What can you say about a lake anyway? A pond you can get the parameters, an ocean you have to let go and accept the vastness. Never quite got what made an ocean an ocean and a sea a sea. Bays I get, lagoons, yeah. Swim-holes. But the lake is like the province of water. They should only have them in Canada, and that might actually be the case. But a Lakeside, THAT you can talk about. THAT you can dip your canoe in and go fishing. We’re the tourists from the city who holed up in the house with a bunch of beers and are making a racket you can hear two miles over. Raccoons and foxes are drawn to our cabin, and Ian thinks he saw a bear. The real danger is the locals. They’re loading up on shotguns shells, peering in at us through the trees. Will this be a bucolic getaway, or a lynching? Listen to those crickets. How could anything bad happen down here by the lake? Wait a minute? Did you hear that? Was it a raccoon? Where’s Jeff? Oh no! I don’t lake it!
--Dan Kilian
This was the program for Thursday's show at The Lakeside Lounge.
Slap My Name On This War by Barack Obama
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Krebus
Friday, June 10, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Kruller
So a guy walks into a bar with the Glaive in one hand and a penguin in the other.
The bartender says, "Hey, we don't want any trouble, mister," at which point the Glaive shoots forth and slits the bartender's throat, spins around the room menacingly, and returns to the guy's hand.
As the bartender dies he says, "Why? Why?" and the penguin says, "It is I who controls the Glaive."
--Steve Kilian
The bartender says, "Hey, we don't want any trouble, mister," at which point the Glaive shoots forth and slits the bartender's throat, spins around the room menacingly, and returns to the guy's hand.
As the bartender dies he says, "Why? Why?" and the penguin says, "It is I who controls the Glaive."
--Steve Kilian
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Summer
We drove out to the reservoir with a 12-pack of rapidly warming Busch, hoping we'd get there in time. If the girls were still there we'd give them beers and try to convince them to strip to their underwear and go swimming with us. Megan wore a bikini top most of the time anyway so she'd be up for it. But Megan was for Rick, as he'd made abundantly clear over the past three and a half years with nothing to show for it. I preferred Dana, so that was fine with me.
I hoped that she'd be over last summer's thing with Brian. I could still see her lolling in the shallows, guarding a thick egg-mass while Brian swam back and forth, clouding the water with his milt. I cracked a beer and crossed my fingers.
--Steve Kilian
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