tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70061787939424884.post8758824087159622079..comments2023-10-26T16:41:03.302+01:00Comments on Blog They Were Making Me Write: Resnick avoidance (a slight return)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70061787939424884.post-85096381673322028762007-04-18T23:03:00.000+01:002007-04-18T23:03:00.000+01:00I had some other kind in mind too, but it was Butt...I had some other kind in mind too, but it was Butterkist Toffee :)<BR/><BR/>[Suddenly feels hungry and wanders off to the kitchen]Occasional Poster of Commentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07780858079455768452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70061787939424884.post-79162181104205749862007-04-18T21:57:00.000+01:002007-04-18T21:57:00.000+01:00Any particular popcorn?Any particular popcorn?Taiga the Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00326784992553759627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70061787939424884.post-45591936909574386332007-04-18T19:06:00.000+01:002007-04-18T19:06:00.000+01:00It was worth it...so much mental freedom on the ot...It was worth it...so much mental freedom on the other side I could do a triple toe salko.<BR/><BR/>I think that might be ice skating...miss-cellanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08784191868146300727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70061787939424884.post-59108637471287472102007-04-18T02:32:00.000+01:002007-04-18T02:32:00.000+01:00You do realise the prospect of surreal mental gymn...You do realise the prospect of surreal mental gymnastics is all that's keeping me going at the moment? Well, that and popcorn.Occasional Poster of Commentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07780858079455768452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70061787939424884.post-91441443682168795772007-04-17T20:30:00.000+01:002007-04-17T20:30:00.000+01:00Were the blonde people runaway wigs from over here...Were the blonde people runaway wigs from over here. At 3am many things fled [in shock and terror] from the house when I had an epiphany moment.<BR/><BR/>[Don't hate me] I got Resnicked...Well, to be fair, I 'got' the point of so, so many writing hours spent on a script about a half Polish crap cop, with dodgy taste in sandwiches. Perhaps it was the 3am-ness, but I realised that we could have been doing the scene by scene for any script. Suddenly Nicker terror lost its grip on me... The surreal mental gymnastics required to 'get it down' seemed to give purpose to it all...<BR/><BR/>Oh.miss-cellanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08784191868146300727noreply@blogger.com