tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541897.post1539411864864104992..comments2024-03-27T13:45:54.194-04:00Comments on Nervous Breakdown: All of us, victims.The NBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17005974096718984219noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541897.post-75988280047991637942007-05-31T10:04:00.000-04:002007-05-31T10:04:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16579312875872253412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541897.post-42518848265372387162007-05-31T02:41:00.000-04:002007-05-31T02:41:00.000-04:00You're always worth the wait!You're always worth the wait!Steelygrapehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09243117473950279079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541897.post-24714836481139802482007-05-30T20:22:00.000-04:002007-05-30T20:22:00.000-04:00I'm picturing "Virginia Tech: The Musical." First ...I'm picturing "Virginia Tech: The Musical." First act features vignettes of various, unidentified students as they go about their routines that morning. Suddenly, the stage lights go dark; the only sounds are gunshots, and the only light comes from the muzzle flash. The first act closes with simultaneous, softly lit performances by two groups of students weaving "There is no sunset in Virginia" with "I can't even begin to understand."<BR/><BR/>Second act takes you through the next few weeks as students interact with their friends and families. Play climaxes when it's revealed that all of the students who sang "There is no sunset" were among those killed (as there will never be another sunset for them, of course), and the interaction had taken place in the minds of the loved ones left behind.<BR/><BR/>The group of students who sang "I can't even imagine" aren't VTech students at all, but students at other universities, as identified by their various school sweatshirts. (Signifying the randomness of what happened, and how it easily could have been them. Natch.)<BR/><BR/>It's "Our Town" but with a Quentin Tarantino-esque twist.<BR/><BR/>What? You don't like?? We can sell champagne splits for $60 during intermission. We'll make a fortune!ureallyannoymehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15230324436984216771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541897.post-64803058534189037492007-05-30T15:52:00.000-04:002007-05-30T15:52:00.000-04:00If I were one of those victims, I would come back ...If I were one of those victims, I would come back from the dead and kick every one of their asses.<BR/><BR/>Or maybe I would just haunt their synthesizers. I would manifest as a shapeless white groin pain every time a C minor chord was played.Ianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11278421450421670508noreply@blogger.com