By: Noser the Fishless
[2003-05-01]
A Trailer
spoiler-free
INT. DARKENED OFFICE
A FAT MAN in a suit sits at a desk. On the desk are a blotter, a telephone, a phone book, a lamp (the scene's only light), and an unremarkable wooden bowl. [note that in this scene the man has no scar and does not have a lazy eye.]
WOMAN (v.o.)
Why do they call you the Subdeacon?
The fat man smiles, revealing his teeth. Where his two upper front teeth should be, there is instead a tiny leather-bound hardcover edition of the complete works of Proust. [may need to zoom in slightly]
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN TO:
INT. JAPANESE TEAROOM, DAY
An OLD MAN and a YOUNG MAN in kimonos stand formally.
OLD MAN
There is... one more thing.
The old man reaches into his kimono and solemnly withdraws a knife in an ebony sheath. The knife's hilt is covered in ginger fur. With an air of ceremony, he holds it out to the young man with both hands. The young man takes it, also with both hands. From the moment the young man touches it and for the rest of the scene, a rhythmic snore-like rumbling is heard. The young man reads the inscription on the sheath and has an expression of awe. [at all times the non-inscribed side of the sheath is facing the camera]
The young man moves to draw the knife from its sheath.
OLD MAN
No!
The young man stops.
OLD MAN
Once drawn it will never be resheathed. Wield it ONLY when you must fight against its counterpart.
YOUNG MAN
Its counterpart?
OLD MAN
You will know.
FADE TO BLACK
Abruptly cut rumbling sound.
FADE IN TO:
EXT. VOLCANO, DAY
Aerial shot of an erupting volcano, viewed side-on. A black helicopter flies directly towards the camera, with appropriate sound effects as it draws closer.
The pilot is short, and only his head is visible through the cockpit glass. It is a large claw hammer with eyes and a tongue. The passenger is too short to be seen at this angle.
FADE TO BLACK, while fading helicopter FX.
Red scratches suddenly form in the blackness, accompanied by a sound like tearing paper. They spell, in an angular, slightly childish script: KNIFEKITTEN
The scratches bleed very slightly as words fade in beneath in a light serif font: HE IS A KITTEN MADE OF KNIVES
CUT TO MPAA RATING
This abrupt editing doesn't offend my sense of scene continuity in the least, it seems well suited to Knifekitten, moreso than a straightforward narrative. A bit of a travel documentary of Turkish camel wrestling would not affect the overall equilibrium.
WHEEEEE!!!!!! A KNIFEKITTEN MOVIE!!
That.....I would really, REALLY like to see that.
Yes.
More trailer trash!
I enjoyed this quite a bit more than the long narratives that normally accompanny a knife-kitten story.
Also, I noticed all of the comments preceding this one were made at 12-2 o'clock in the morning...
Knifekitten?
Are you on Greenwitch Mean Time, or Zulu Time where you are? I think that this here clock is PST
I don't think you could get the compleat works of Proust into just two volumes, unless they were thick enough to tickle your uvula. I am, however working on fashioning a miniature, 32-volume set of the compleat works into a pair dentures.
I already sent what would probably have been a climactic moment in this movie to annna as a submission! To be scooped! Ack, truly a tragedy. I too, utilized the subdeacon.
Unless I, too, am being left in the dark... :/ ???
...doh! Just remembered, I'll have to wait for Tuesday to find out, huh?
Wow. That smiley sure didn't come out right, did it? Maybe I should have left a space between the characters. : /
Zulu is Greenwich. Easier to keep all of your homies in line when you use one time zone.
In Arthur C. Clark's book, Empire Earth, there were only four time zones on Earth.
Anyone ever heard of time cube? Reading about it made me tired
I think that Staniel posted something about the Time Cube guy a while back, it made me dizzy!
Nothing pleases me more than to check the archives and know that somebody somewhere, is ripping off one of my poorly done jokes.
I thought it was funny how he immidiatly calls teachers who don't teach time cube nazis.
I was about to wade through the archives for all things knifekitten... but... you know, lazy and all.
Someone should compile them into some sort of compilation.
I too have yearned to continue the tale of Knifekitten. But then I remember that I can't write anything but personal narative worth crap, and also that I usually can't write period. So basically I'd just be trying to write 500 words on kitten-knife duality.
On a related note Knifekitten is what got me hooked on Thingsihate. Before I was just a casual observer. Now I'm an active observer no one pays attention to.
In dental form?
I would watch this movie. Well, this preview trailer, at least.
Yeah! Nazis! What's that rule that if you get someone to call you a Nazi, you win? Is that just on usenet, or is that universally true? Actually, it ought to be that if an argument degenerates to name-calling, there should be a ten yard penalty, and the ref has to drop the puck over his/her left shoulder. So, OK, who stole Antwan's joke; give it back to him or he will be an overbearing selfrighteous twit/twat.
http://www.paprikash.com/lou/catsculpture.jpg
It was worth ten yards.
Jesus christ lou, who let you back in? Don't you have any other ways to complete your insignificant life, other than posting on this site? I know I don't, and theres only room for one of us round these parts.... shoo shoo.
The Great
thingsihate Time Cube Debate for all of you time cube nazis that have been made stupid by UNIVERSITIES AND TIME CUBE NAZI TEACHERS THAT EDUCATE YOU STUPID. Gotta love the cube, baby. : )
Can it explain how Biscuit can go back in time to post?
I'm bouncing my signals off an orbital relay that's on the other side of the International Dateline which you may call at 976-SLUT for only $4.95 a minute.
Smileys are for convincing insane sellers on eBay that you mean them no harm. Beyond that, they are indicative of a certain weakness of character.
That is a nice metal cat, Lou, but it is more like Gearkitten. I think the best Knifekitten sculpture would be made by first making a clay sculpture of a small cat, then jabbing broken knife blades into it. One could buy cheap kitchen knives at Goodwill and break the blades off with a pair of pliers. Longer blades could be in segments. That would be pretty neat.
I was sharpening everything the other day. I oiled and sharpened all my knife blades, then went after our enormous kitchen cleaver. It had visible dents in the blade, but it took an edge really well. Now I'm really geared up for cleaver-murder, but nobody's come by but the UPS guy and the mailman and package delivery is pretty important around here.
As near as I can figure, Hieronymous Biscuit is not bound by normal laws of time and space.
Mike, I don't think your article was really scooped by this one. The Knifekitten canon is pretty flexible. Update your own webpage now!
Halcyon, what's your problem? Everyone's welcome here, except those who don't think everyone's welcome here. Shoo.
I was in San Francisco when the earthquake of 1989 struck, and I saw and felt firsthand the awsome power of Mother Earth when she decides to readjust things. A mere twitch and buildings fall, rivers change their course. The earthquakes in Mexico City and in the developing countries often have more disasterous results for the reason that construction practices are done on the cheap and with little concern other than a minimal design at the least cost; so when the earth shudders, buildings fall on top of people. It almost never happens that the earth actually swallows people up, the earth is hungry for other things.
This fresh earthquake disaster in Turkey should come as no surprise at all as the entire country sits astride the North Anatolian faultline and has experienced many and frequent temblors, tremors, fantods, and cataclysms. This most recent earthquake in Turkey is nowhere near the tragedy of the 1999 event that killed more than 20,000 Turks, and there have been some improvements in building safety standards since then. Additionally, relief response has been swift and sure, spearheaded by the Red Crescent and the Turk military.
The poignancy of the tragedy was compounded by the fact of the main cluster of fatalities and injuries being at a school dorm in the mountainous region of the Bingol province. Our hearts go out to the families of the quake victims, and of course to the victims themselves. As is often the case, US governmental agencies, NGO's (non-governmental organizations) and private humanitarian foundations have opened their hearts, as well as their piggy banks, and charity is pouring forth to the downtrodden, if not outrightly flattened, Turkish school kids.
The Knig Pr GfbAEV Foundation has been in the forefront of this disaster relief effort. As the great bulk of the quake victims are themselves but school children, the Knig Pr GfbAEV Foundation has offered up resources and expertise aimed at the needs of the students of Bingol. Special Purebred Holstein milch cows from Knig Pr own private herd are being air-dropped into the province of Bingol Turkey. Knig Pr himself does not wish that his name be attached to the project but that the milk for Turkish school children project be known as, "The Bingol Dairy"
Pop: I have been told by Prussian royalty that you're looking for fireflies. More details please? I know that "Firefly" is a Uriah Heep song, but otherwise, I dunno.
Annna: agreed, this is not a definitive Knifekitten; I had the same concerns that you did about its relative knifelessness. But it's the best artist's rendition to date (if a bit off). Also, it helps if you imagine the shiny cat toys are Brillo hairballs that Knifekitten coughed up.
Annna hates smileys too. I think I'm in love.
Yeah, but she likes atomic wedgies, so WATCH OUT
Since I have a complete lack of underpants, I have a 100% resistance to atomic wedgies.
Well, just yew behave, or I'll open a can of dumbass on yew!
HB could use his ultra-godlike powers of space and time to travel back in time, talk to you in your sleep about the glory of the Tidy Whitey so you would wear them religiosly. Then annna could use her ATOMIC WEDGY.
I dunno...I started to think about Antwan in a thong, and I was getting bilious. Maybe if he got some bottle cap pasties with tassels...no, I don't think that's for me exactly, but I can market his beehind on Robson Strasse in Vancouvers to the deranged Kraut tourists with a taste for such things. You know, some people if you sell them what they've never had, they think that they are getting something new that they need. Gwaranteed not to rust, bust, or collect dust. But wait! If you act now, you can also get, at no extra cost, this here home-based multi-level marketing system that has been endorsed by JEEZUS KRIST HIZZELF! Turn yer MIND into a MONEY MAGNET!
That's right! Send just $1 to Del Rio, Texas!
Haha, you fools. The subject was misleading. I will instead scream out that It's only 8 more hours until a new Zirealism!