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circular-time · 3 years ago

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So before I fall asleep and forget panels

Mandip really has loved every minute, talks about how good a "number one" is - Jodie leading the cast in a totally supportive way so everyone had lunch in her trailer just as a matter of course as they talked things out and she looked out for them; she's "the boss" to Bradley Walsh and even he was impressed by how she does that BTS job of kind of being the captain and anchoring/guiding them (Colin Spaul who did classic Who and new mentions there really isn't much time for rehearsal now, unlike the old days, so not a lot of time to plan and experiment)

S11-12 Jodie was 1, Brad 2, Tosin 3, she was 4, and she probably should've been 3 with John Bishop's experience but Jodie said absolutely not; also in scenes without the Doctor Mandip was half jokingly being 1 but had actually learned a lot from Jodie about leading a cast, a lot of bts stuff she'll take with her [parallelling Yaz!] obviously admires her as well as being really good friends

it's Mandip's first con in the states so of course she's getting really competitive trying to beat Barrowman's ribbon collection

she doesn't think of it as work (she said this at the smaller meet & greet) she really does love acting!

Mandip was a little disappointed they had to stay in wales ("I love Wales!" she hastened to add) for s13 after going to S Africa and Tenerife and Bulgaria, but she liked the continuity, getting to work with actors for several stories like past work

Her favorite stunt so far, although they're tiring, was the crane, just because she'd been doing "telly in the kitchen" right before that, and that scene told her right away this was Big (although she didn't like the heights)

upside down isn't as fun as she thought it would be; headache!

She didn't know that yaz was going to fall for the Doctor until she read those lines on the page — she and Jodie were both like "hm, yeah, we can work with this!" —although it was a natural progression. Until then had been playing it that Yaz admired and loved the Doctor in one way or another, but it totally made sense (she talked about falling in love after becoming good friends with someone, and about how Yaz's flashes of anger with the Doctor are because it hurts more when someone you love hurts you; you don't care so much "if it's a bus driver being rude")

Yes, she had her "Thasmin is canon" ribbon; it was the first thing she mentioned, to much applause. Given her by interviewer Riley Silverman

She talked about representation, understanding it as an Asian actor and why it matters to see characters like you on the media you watch.

And it was just a relaxed and comfortable interview. Riley mentioned at lobbycon that Mandip appreciated Riley had really listened to what she said, more than most interviewers do, which Riley noted as sad. [That's the trouble with prepared questions. Riley is a standup comic, so she's better at improv.]

I feel like I should have more for Sacha but his interview was before Mandips and the interviewer's questions weren't as good.

He has tremendous respect for and spent a lot of time with Waris Hussein. (Who said he did a good job, except while watching rehearsal "I was more posh."

Sacha joking about his not-posh Mancunian (Manchester) accent: he's the first Master not to call himself Maaaahst-ah with that initial posh a-sound. He's from a small village in Manchester, misses it.

Talked a lot about variable modes of his Master, that rather than wearing latex masks he rips off, he likes to settle into other roles, other lives, almost as if he's trying to escape being himself — he's the "Master of disguise" and keeps acting in new ways so you're never quite sure which is the real him.

Got down into his mind a little bit, being resentful of not being appreciated, old friends/enemies with the Doctor, etc etc etc.

Suggested a wild idea— with canon changing/refreshing in weird ways — he could be the next Doctor (I almost think he meant his Master; he's still learning the lore. But he was joking around.)

Asked if he had a controversial take on the Master, what he would have his Master say, he kind of curled around the mike and did a tortured "I love you, Doctor" which would have caused several shippers' heads to explode. I'm not sure he is aware of the shipping, although I suspect by the end of this weekend, he'll be informed.

He and the interviewer had mentioned therapy at some point, so they concluded that perhaps s14 should include the Doctor and the Master in couples therapy.

#gally1 #gally 2022 #gallifrey one #also mandip is tiny?#yaz has a lot of presence i had no idea

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biigsh0t · 2 years ago

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@thebigshotman TWO FOR ONE CRISIS SPECIL!

Spamjo's sprite clipped through Spaul's hands and, for a single frame, T-posed atop the cungadero before rubberbanding back to a seated position. He lifted his head. He couldn't recall when, if ever, someone actually got this close to him without his dealmakers on— he hated that. Appearances. He had to keep up appearances. Had to look his best for the public. What in H E A V E N 's name would the audience think if they saw it? It's just Spaul though. What would everyone think if they saw how horrific he truly looked? Rumors would start. 'Did you know he lost his eyes in some freak accident?' They would say. 'What kind of accident?' Speculation would start. 'I don't know, it looks like he was... burned.' Burned. Spamjo lifted a hand to trace over a rough portion of warped plastic under one of his eye sockets, absentmindedly grazing his fingers over small craters and tracing along hardened rivulets. *" Help," he repeated. *" HELP?" He repeated again, louder this time. *" WH- WH4T KINDA [[Free Medical Assistance Program]] ARE WE TALKIN ABOUT? LIKE THE [F1] KIND [[Help me!!]] OR [[Your not gonna feel better til you get this thing off your chest]] KIND? I ALR- ALrE-- EADY TOOK CARE OF THE FIRST ONE WH3N THE [[Wrastle]] WAS OVER. [[Believe It Or !]] I'VE TRIED DOZ- d0ZENS OF TIMES TO FIx MY [[Peepers]] WITH THAT BEFORE... I still do. It never works. DUNNO WHY [Y]! I GUESS MAYBE... JUST MAYBE... sometimes things are simply broken beyond repair. MUCH LIKE MY [[Sicc Shades]]."

#continuing in a new post cause i was having issues with the editing #classic tumblr. got help from a good friend though so I should be able to keep the thread more comprehensible now!#oo castle town oo

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spam-1997 · 3 years ago

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@thebigshotman Sent: ❝ *H3Y SPAZ HEY SPAZ HEY-Y-Y-Y

Spaul is running up to his identical twin with the speed of a racecar, eventually frame-skipping to a point where he’s right on top of him. His smile is wider than ever, and his voice-even his commercials-have an enthusiastic tone to them.

*I MET B4CK UP WITH MY [All we do is Advertise!] AND GUESS WHAT???? WE’RE [Friend Request Accepted] AGA1N!!!

*OH BOY DO I H4VE A [[feel good news stories]] FOR YOU!!

❞

⇨ He spots them coming and makes big wide dots appear in his eyes before stumbling backwards in vain, before he’s inevitable practically nose to nose with them and he let’s out a anxious fit of laughter, jolting his head side to side at the startling. “ * AAAAAA---- WHATWHATWHAT??? .... [ huh ? ] ” He stops to look at them, manic smile weakening. “ * SO IT ALL.... [ Smooth Sailing ] ? NO [ FIGHT ] NO NOTHING ??? I-I-I-I MEAN-- I MEAN THAT’S [ Fantastic! ] THAT’S--- THAT’S-- [ Unbelievable ! ] I- I REALLY CAN’T [ Believe it or ] YOU’VE GOTTA BE PULLING MY [ Arm and a leg ] !!!! ”

He’s clawing through his hair, whether from happiness or panic, it’s hard to tell.

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viials · 3 years ago

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@thebigshotman x

It’s just been business as usual for Spaul, which is to say very little business. Tapping his fingers to a beat only he can hear. The phone ringing to that very same beat. The wall behind him fazing in and out of reality at points.

That’s when he notices the strange looking customer that’s just walked in. He only vaguely processes their words, salesman code kicking in and assaulting their ears as he clips through the desk to run up to them.

*W3LCOME WELCOM3 [esteemed customer]!!! THANK U F0R THE [[beautiful words]]!!! C4N I INTEREST U 1N ANY [irresistible d3als] TODAY?!?!

And that’s when the pop ups start assaulting their vision. Primarily the makeup kit to improve defense and ribbon to improve graze time first before everything else, with the poison and broken sword being politely pushed to the back. Time to sell something, anything, to this stranger!

Surely there’s nothing shady about them, right?

Wow okay, that was a new technique. Or rather, an old technique that the skeleton now standing in a small daze was pretty sure had been restricted after customer complaints about harassment and injury. But this salesman likely didn't care about anything of the sort. Vials can feel the sheer desperation rolling off Spaul, the absolute need to make a sale. (It was strange; he was no stranger to desperate people, but usually they were the ones wanting to buy from him. This was an odd reversal of roles, to be sure.)

"Hey, uh, you're free to do business as you like, but pro tip? That kind of aggression tends to chase people off," the skeleton says, putting his hands up in a "calm down, dude" gesture. "Let the customer dictate the sales experience, you know? Unless they're being a Karen; then you can just shove them out the door because people like that aren't worth the bother."

Vials lowers his hands, glancing at the makeup kit. That could make a good gift for someone he knows...

"That said. What can you tell me about that makeup kit?"

#thebigshotman

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angelfishreveal · 4 years ago

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FRANKFURT UPDATE / DISORGANIZED RANT ABOUT TRUTH AND ART AND FASSBINDER

by Camille Clair

I spent the strict quarantine following my arrival in Frankfurt studying German in the mornings, and watching Fassbinder in the evenings. The time between morning and evening was spent...nervously.

I watched so many Fassbinder films during my quarantine that I began to feel his cabinet of actors were my companions (quarpanions). We were all crying and grinning and swallowing our pills together.

I am one of those people that believes that pain/discomfort/anxiety is necessary, important, a catalyst. That is one of the reasons I left, have left in the past, will leave again. Sometimes the next best life move involves ripping your heart out! Sometimes it isn’t quite so abrupt, and your heart will sizzle in the pan for months. You may even grow to cherish the sensation because it means you are working toward something. You may recognize your true self in that pain. And in that truth, your mission, which may, or may not be, your art.

I do believe that, as an artist, you have to be a bit of a masochist. Your life is sustained via chopping yourself into bits, and, if you’re lucky, stowing those bits in the pockets of the wealthy, the devious. And though you may consider yourself an orthodox Marxist, this seems to be the only way to keep the axe swinging. I would never say aloud that I believe suffering produces great art, but I also must admit I understand the desire to drag oneself across shards of glass a la Chris Burden in Through The Night Softly. I relate to the impulse to bear it all. I want to be torn apart! For art.

I don’t always want this, but fresh out of my Frankfurt quarantine - following a confounding summer in Los Angeles - I want this. I really, truly want to exhaust myself.

Though Fassbinder himself may have been a bit amoral, he was, at the same time, so undeniably invested in all that is human. Many of Fassbinder’s characters seem to cave inward, unable to stand erect under the weight of the social, the political, the bureaucratic: the simultaneity, and responsibility of it all. Fassbinder’s characters give into their truth, or they parish. No time is wasted on the performance of goodness, because salvation was never in their cards to begin with.

What I desire and revere most in art is truth. I want my “self” and my “art” to be inseparable, the same. I want my body to vanish in the company of my art. I don’t really want to exist. I repeat variations of a line from Reena Spaulings in my head all day long: Where does my (boyish, jaunty, smooth, freckle-dusted, foxy, stiff, screen-like) body end and a real event begin, for once? I do a little dance in the mirror. I have never been this alone. Some days I feel stiff with sorrow, so I remind myself that I am a character, and the director expects a performance, and then I stretch.

Walking home in the rain, I envision Margit Carstensen waiting for me in my flat. I am her aloof lover. Or she is mine. I’ll fall through the door with a sigh, she’ll pour me a little glass of schnapps, and we’ll heartfully console one another. I sometimes play The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant (1972), which starts Carstensen, in the background while I go about my tasks. I speak my favorite of Petra’s lines back to her as part of my daily Deutsche practice. Maybe by Spring, I’ll have the entirety of her central monologue memorized. I love to fantasize about the spring, it’s become one of my favorite pastimes. It is possible to imagine nearly anything happening in the spring because real life has become so severely abstracted.

I lament…

What is real? Now? And in hindsight, what was ever real? Is it, or was it, ever recognizable or is it just whatever you put into your head on a given day? I scroll through Contemporary Art Daily on acid and feel confused about what it is I am supposed to want. My eyes linger on words that used to resonate, and it stirs some sort of longing. I want it to be physical, I want to get dirty and injured in the process. I want to be so involved it’s disgusting. But for now, nearly everything I want is impossible. Maybe it's a symptom of the current situation, but I want to be overinvolved. I generally find most performance excruciating, but now I feel I would do anything for an audience. I desire an audience.

I envy Fassbinder’s overinvolvement. In Beware of a Holy Whore (1971), a film about making a film, Fassbinder seems to play himself. He doesn’t play the director, he plays Rainer Werner Fassbinder. Often fussing around or yelling in the background, it’s unclear exactly what his role is in the production, but as a viewer one is intensely aware of him at all times. Upon first watch, I felt envious. I want to be present in that way, shrieking for the sake of, and within, my art. The ringleader, and also, the eager participant. In the opening scene of Germany in Autumn (1978), Fassbinder, dials a call, and says “Ich bin es Fassbinder” into the receiver. We know of course, who the man on the screen is, though we aren’t immediately sure who we are meant to recognize him as.

In a 1997 eulogy for ArtForum, Gary Indiana writes, “what can you say about a fat, ugly sadomasochist who terrorized everyone around him, drove his lovers to suicide, drank two bottles of Rémy daily, popped innumerable pills while stuffing himself like a pig and died from an overdose at 37? [Fassbinder was] a faithful mirror of an uglier world that has grown uglier since his death”. Fassbinder knew truth, and truth is as beautiful and precious, as it is vile.

My sister, who is 17 and only just got drunk for the first time last week, told me she could never watch The Shining (1980) knowing how much Shelly Duval was tormented in the making of it. I felt I couldn’t argue with her but I also wanted to argue with her. “So you will never watch what is widely considered one of the greatest films of all time?”

“No,” she said.

“Okay,” I said.

Perhaps we are reaching an age in which you really cannot separate the art from the artist. Maybe it’s never actually been possible. But then again, there are so many things that seem to be art by mistake, and so many artists who die without recognition.

In the eulogy, Indiana goes on to say, “there is nothing you can say about Fassbinder that he hasn’t already said about himself”. This line again brings to mind Fassbinder in Beware of a Holy Whore, berating everyone in the vicinity, utterly repulsed by a multitude of things never made explicitly clear. Fassbinder lying dead in the train station after an overdose in Fox and his Friends (1975). Fassbinder lying dead, with a cigarette between his lips and notes for an upcoming film lying next to him, from an actual overdose. A parallel that reveals art is just as intertwined with death, as it is with life.

I realized this year that many of the artists I respect care a great deal about film, about drama. I have found solace in films, because I am alone nearly all of the time, and I don't know when I will see any of my cherished ones again. I am living vicariously through characters, beginning to think of myself as a character, which is admittedly therapeutic. I am the director. And I chose myself from a lineup of nervous red haired girls. I recognised myself at once, and thus, here I am.

Some artists, or people!, are overly concerned with their own narrative. It can be irritating, indulgent, abject, but it’s convenient, and it may save your life. Though you’re never really alone you may feel really alone. Allein. Alleine... Sometimes there is nowhere to turn but toward yourself. And, once you begin to think of yourself as a character, you no longer bear the full responsibility of your being. You have been put in place to carry out the artistic vision. So, in a sense, all characters are artists, just as they are products of art. It’s reflexive, and Frankensteinian, in that way.

Maybe as an experiment, try referring to your dismal flat as “the set”.

Are you at home?

I’m on set.

Complain aloud, but to no one, about the uninspired refreshments.

Stare longingly at everything.

There is a misanthropic edge to many of Fassbinder’s films. A bleakness. It is often said that his work is about the fascism at play in interpersonal relationships. The fascism that blooms in all of our hearts.There are instances across Fassbinder’s filmography of, not only an awareness, but a patience, for all that is despicable. Human beings are weak, impressionable, they want to be liked but if it doesn’t work out, they’ll settle for being hated or feared. Often, Fassbinder will have a character do or say something that completely skews, if not, obliterates your previous impression of them. For example, in Ali: Fear Eats the Soul (1974), Emmi who is, up until this point, mostly redeemable, chooses Hitler’s favorite restaurant to celebrate her and Ali’s wedding, stating upon entry that she has “always wanted to go”. In the scene that follows, she mispronounces the names of menu items, the server scoffs, and one can't help but feel a bit bad for her. Is her desire to eat at Hitler’s favorite spot purely aspirational, a misguided highbrow charade? Or is she a sympathetic fascist? This is another fault of the character, any character, their world view is often contrived, never holistic.

Fassbinder is the Postwar German filmmaker - generally considered the “catalyst of the New German Cinema movement”. In his films, World War II is often alluded to / background / partial context / a shadow, but it is never the subject, or the main event. A character’s idiosyncrasies, or disturbances, could be attributed to the wartimes, but often, their faults seem too deeply intertwined with their truths. But of course they’ve always had a tremor, a temper. Many of Fassbinder’s characters have a hard edge, or have suffered immense loss. They are either in, or narrowly escaping, crisis.

In Fassbinder’s Berlin Alexanderplatz (1980), Franz Bieberkopf, a rampant dilettante, oscillates between political affiliations. When we first meet Bieberkopf, fresh out of prison, he is a bit of an anarchist, sympathizing with soldiers and workers above all. As the series progresses, Bieberkopf is revealed to be immensely impressionable, confused, vindictive. He exhibits symptoms of several political philosophies, albeit meekly. Bieberkopf even briefly wears a Nazi armband, which, when questioned about, he is unable to defend, and from thereon, is never seen wearing it again. Franz Bieberkopf is similar to Tony Soprano in that way. Selfish, gruff, deeply flawed, indubitably human. Tony Soprano bites into a meatball sub and sauce dribbles onto his shirt and you forget, momentarily, that he's a bigot, because he’s the protagonist. And it is the job of the protagonist to represent a spectrum of human strength, and fallibility. It is arguably better, or more redeemable, to be overtly, rather than covertly, self-serving because then at least one is operating in defense of their own truth.

Truth is constructed daily and could easily be mistaken for anything but. Truth is nearly impossible to represent, and harder still to recognize. Truth is a fallacy, and thus, very lonely. Still, it must be guarded, I have been listening to The Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe as I walk around Frankfurt which, in all honesty, fertilizes the melodrama blooming in my heart. Werther is bitterly alone, consoling himself via drawn out descriptions of his loneliness. “I am proud of my heart alone”, he says, “it is the sole source of everything, all our strength, happiness and misery. All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own”.

I am alone in Frankfurt, but I have my heart.

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thebigshotman · 2 years ago

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Spaul locked eyes with Cobalt underneath his glasses, darting between their face and their hands as they made the slowest stitch in the world. Contrary to what they were probably thinking, this theory about Queen was one he hadn’t seriously thought about since at least 10 years ago. When he was first brainstorming how to get out of this stupid body.

He couldn’t help revisiting it both to try and dissuade his belief about NEO…annnnd to poke fun at him a little.

He looked right at him once more before bursting into the most uncanny laugh he could surmise. This was also so he could get out of here as soon as possible, too. As he finally calmed down, he gestured animatedly yet stiffly as he spoke.

*WH4T D0 YOU TH1NK NEO’S G0NNA DO TO H3R?!?! [[Killing is a serious federal crime.]] H3’D BE [-then, plug it back in]!!!! 4ND THEN ONCE IT’S [[traceback.txt]] BACK T0 YOU YOU’D B3 [-then, plug it back in]!!!!! SH3’D PROBABLY [[it lives!]] AN YWAY!!!!

*NEO W0N’T DO [[anything you’d like?]]!!!! 1T’LL JU$T GET U AND HIM [[status: dead]]!!! 0R WORSE!!!! SO $TOP [[how to pin insects]] 4LL OF YOUR [Hyperlink Blocked] 0N HIM!!!! IT’S NOT. GOING. TO WORK.

With that, as he leered at Cobalt, inches from their face, he abruptly flopped back, defeated. Pixels flickering off of every part of his body.

*SP4F’S ON3 OF MY [best buddies!]…I D0N’T WANT YOU GETTING H1M [unalive].

[ @thebigshotman // pillow get ]

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Seeing Spaul’s confusion, Cobalt very quickly began trying to smooth out their feathers with their hands to fix their appearance a little. The last thing they wanted was to drive him away.

“No, no this is fine. Really. Come in.”

They opened the door a little wider to give Spaul room to step into the tiny shop. Most of the visible area was full of racks and shelves of various pillows and cushions. Today these racks had been pushed closer together than usual to make room for a massive stretch of fabric being sewn into a pillow next to one wall. There was a decently sized terrarium with a Light World spider beside the pillow in progress; this was covered up as soon as Spaul entered the shop, in case he was a bug pecker like everyone else here. The whole shop smelt strongly of NEO, particularly Spafnir and something adjacent.

The lack of a NEO form was incredibly disappointing to them, though it also raised many questions. They had met a few Spamtons now and all of them had NEO forms. Some of them used that form exclusively. So what was this supposed to mean?

“Not anymore? You mean you lost it? It’s not permanent? Did someone take it from you?” They seemed almost distressed by this, the feathers they had just smoothed down puffing up again. Even in their panic though they seemed to refuse to entertain the idea this could have happened willingly. Who would give that up?

As with most Addisons, talking about their products seemed to flip some kind of switch.

“Spafnir-feather pillows? You’re in luck! Exclusive! Won’t find them anywhere else in the city!! Live preview!!”

They lead Spaul over to a corner that was more strictly ordered than anything else in the shop. It was immaculately kept, with a perimeter that the mess was not allowed to seep into. In this corner were the body pillows, each of them with Spafnir plastered on them. Some were more tasteful and almost holy in their depiction, though a couple of the more suggestive ones still remained. Cobalt seemed very proud of these.

“100% Authentic Feathers inside!! Ethically sourced!! Just ask Spafnir Himself!! Soft! Comfortable!!! You will love it!! Alternative designs negotiable!!”

#(yeah finals will be coming up on my end too. we’ll figure out something eventually)#(even if they don’t become friends they can still be stupid theory buddies lol)#ONE WEIRD TIP-in character #NOTHING MORE THAN A SIMPLE PUPPET-main verse #discount multimuse

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thebigshotman · 1 year ago

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I’ve decided I’m going to reply to threads in the morning; there’s a couple event-prep related things I need to write and I don’t want to start replies and then not be able to finish them in one go. But! To make up for that, here are a couple of headcanons I’ve thought of for Spaul recently! And once again, thank you all for the Halloween interactions yesterday 😊 I loved them all!

Now onto the HCs…

So Eileen’s @hxzelwallflower nickname of [Hazelnut] came mainly from her URL…but recently I realized Spaul has no in universe way of knowing that lol. I initially thought that he got it from her hazel hair and eyes but then thought: “No! You know what? He probably just looked through the source code and saw the URL when he was having trouble sleeping one night and “hazel” stuck with him”! Because Spamton as a character is just aware of the fourth-wall like that 🤣 Just don’t expect him to admit to that being where it got it from, what with his awareness suppression and everything.

NEW (from like a month ago lol) SPAMTON’S SHOP ANIMATION ROLL UP ROLL UP (cw for a lot of loud sounds one right after the other towards the end if you’re sensitive to that though). Honestly the voice work is amazing, it would probably be Spaul’s new VC if NiftyTable’s take didn’t hit that “gremlin voice” spot for me. Plus the fact that it’s not a direct adaptation of the script definitely endears it to me too 😆 But that’s not the headcanon lol

I noticed both shop animations include Spamton constantly switching between normal body language and acting out the body language of his voice clips, and while that is indeed uncanny and cool looking that doesn’t really work in an RP setting. But after this second animation, I have decided that whenever Spaul’s voice clips are particularly long (i.e “[[amazed at this amazing transformation? You too can]]”) he does indeed sort of jerkily, like a puppet being pulled by strings, get forced into acting out whatever the body language of that voice clip would be while his lenses go dark. The alternative is him standing there dumb, glaring at his throat while it plays, and that’s not nearly as fun 😄

I feel like it serves a little reminder that he can be unsettling as well as goofy lol! Imagine that happening in the middle of him talking to Eileen, as it very well most likely has in the past. Poor girl 😅

Finally, here are a few songs I associate with Spamton/Spaul that no one else seems to! Or very few people if that. With explainations!

Step Right Up by Tom Waits. This song is literally just a bunch of advertising jargon strung together with no rhyme or reason, some of it flat out contradicting each other or suggesting the product is harmful. And of course there’s the one moment where the speaker snaps about heartbreak lol. All of that over a very city slicker instrumental! Think of this as a non-fan song Ad Infinitum lol, it just keeps going. Check it out!

Let’s Get This Over With by They Might Be Giants. Once the second verse hit it was all over: “Even when you’re out of work you still have a job to do…(a few lines later) I’m talking to myself even when I’m saying ‘you’”. The bridge as well, which calls to mind his speech glitch. This one’s more about the vibe then all of the lyrics, but definitely check it out too!

The Other Side from the Greatest Showman. IT’S LITERALLY A GUY MAKING A DEAL WITH SOMEONE. WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED 🤣 I always end up channeling Spam when I’m singing this song to myself anymore

#(this got waaaaay longer than I intended…as it always does lol)#(but this was still fun! I’ll see you all for replies tomorrow morning)#(good night everyone! 🌙)#STRING PULLER-out of character #.MP3 FILE-music #BELIEVE IT OR !-about

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circular-time · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,535 times in 2022

That's 311 more posts than 2021!

122 posts created (8%)

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I tagged 1,113 of my posts in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

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A reminder of that powerful clip Jodie Whittaker released for fans, especially children, on March 25, 2020, two days after covid lockdown began in the UK.

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