General Demo of mixed content; \"The Art of Looking Sideways\" Alan Fletcher
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Jeremy Hatfield Voiceover demo email Jeremy Hatfield voice at gmail dot com One hand to ducks, three squawking geese, four Limerick oysters, five corpulent purposes, six pairs of Donald Bears, tweezers, 7000 Macedonians and full battle array. Eight. Brass monkeys from the ancient sacred Crips of Egypt. Nine. Sympathetic, apathetic, diabetic old men on roller skates with a marked propensity of procrastination. Sloth. 10. Lyrical, spherical, diabolical denizens of the deep who hall stall, quiver, quiver and Quake V all at the same time. In 1945. Mobster Bugsy Siegel arrived in Las Vegas at that time no more than a patch in the desert with several $1,000,000 to put up a hotel and casino. He called it the Flamingo. An iridescent name which wrote Tom Wolfe burst upon the scene with all the new electrochemical pastels of the Florida literal tangerine. Broiling magenta, livid pink in Carnegie fuchsia, demure Congo. Ruby metal green Viridian, Aqua Marine Fino, Safran e incandescent orange scarlet fever. Purple scion IQ blue test. Elated bronze hospital. Fruit basket. Orange. Colorful prose, which captures the principal and the fixing of names the colors that of association. Once upon a time, there was a computer program called Pandemonium, a word invented by John Milton to name the capital of **** in Paradise. Lost anyway. The program featured a bunch of demons pandemonium who, when faced with the problem, would excitedly jump up and down, saying Me, Me, me, let me do it. I can do it. After a brief struggle, one would win and try to fix it. If that didn't work, another would take over the premise being that the mind throws everything at a problem to see what works rather than sorting it out methodically an endorsement of the proposition that several heads are better than one. Suddenly I heard a door slam and I looked around, and there was Mr Wright and his cloak and his pancake hat and his king coming out of his apartment at the end of this desert camp. He saw me standing there. There was nobody else, and he obviously was in a good mood. So he came by. He looked out at the desert with me and indulged in a certain amount of chit chat. Suddenly he said, George, do you know what architecture is? I thought, Oh boy, this is why I've been falling around this old man for seven or eight years. I said, Uh, I think Mr right, that there's not much point in my trying to tell you, but if you tell me I'd be very much obliged. That was the right answer. He didn't want me to tell him whether I knew what architecture was. He couldn't have cared less. But like a lot of other people in this neighborhood, he liked the sound of his own voice. So I said, What is architecture? Mr White? Atticus said to Jim, One day, I'd rather you shot a tin cans in the backyard. But I know you'll go after birds. Shoot all the Blue Jays you want if you can hit him. But remember, it's a sin to kill a mockingbird. That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Mahdi about it. Your father's right, she said. Mocking birds don't do one thing. It's that make music for us to enjoy. They don't need up. People's gardens don't nest in corn cribs. They don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to Kill a Mockingbird. I never believed in Santa Claus. None of us kids did. Mom and Dad refused to let us. They couldn't afford expensive presents, and they didn't want us to think we weren't as good as other kids who on Christmas morning found all sorts of fancy toys under the tree that were supposedly left by Santa Claus. Dad had lost his job at the Gypsum, and when Christmas came that year, we had no money at all. On Christmas Eve, Dad took each one of those kids out into the desert night, one by one. Pick out your favorite star, Dad said. I like that one, I said. Dad grinned. That's Venus. He explained to me that planets glowed because reflected light is constant and stars twinkled because they're like pulsed. I like it anyway, I said, What the ****? Dad said. It's Christmas. You can have a planet if you want, and he gave me Venus. Venus didn't have any moons or satellites or even a magnetic field, but it did have an atmosphere sort of similar to Earth's. Except it was super hot, about 500 degrees or more. So Dad said when the sun starts to burn out on Earth turns cold. Everyone might want to move to Venus to get warm, and they'll have to get permission from your descendants First. We left about all the kids who believed in the Santa myth and got nothing for Christmas but a bunch of cheap plastic toys. Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long for gotten. You'll still have your stars, 42 said Deep thought with infinite majesty and calm, the answer to the great question of life, the universe and everything. I checked it very thoroughly, said the computer, and that is quite definitely the answer. I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you've never actually known what the question is. But it was the great question, the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything. How did Luke Wall? Yes, said deep thought, with the air of one who suffers fools gladly. But what actually is it? A slow, stupefied silence crept over the men as they stared at the computer and then at each other. Well, you know, it's just everything. Everything offered foods quickly, exactly, said deep thought. So once you know what the question actually is, you'll know what the answer means. Jeremy Hatfield Voiceover Demo email Jeremy Hatfield voice at gmail dot com