Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Diacritical marks

He asked his father to divide his wealth, and once he’d asked the question, Mark got his request. He hung up his working clothes (the ones in which he’d often tilde the soil) on some square brackets and took his fraction, wrapped in a handkerchief and tied with a ligature.

His expectation for the amount of fun he could have with the money was close to infinity, greater than the reality. He went to a local bar with all sorts of party people, including one girl, a screamer, who loved, to a degree, to receive any kind of flower, (but particularly liked receiving an Aster). Risk followed gamble several times; his cash came to a full stop. He was left with neither jot nor tittle.

He tended hogs, and in his parietal lobe lusted after filling his belly (including his colon) with the hash the pigs were eating. Many of the hogs had a scar on their flanks...

He came to his senses like a bullet, pointed at a target, and this speech marks the moment he realized: ‘I, er, have been an, um, lout. I am less than worthy to be called a son, so I’ll ask to be a servant. Then we will be all square. Roots are a vital factor. I zealously desire to be home.’

But while he was still a long way off (beyond the intersection), signs were showing that his father saw him coming and went to greet him at a dash; he threw his curly brackets around him and the way he kissed him with his (yes, motivated by love’s compel) lips, is the stuff of legend.

He gave him a ring and a coat, plus shoes and killed the calf. So he really did dot the i’s and cross the t’s.

Father, standing at an angle, quotes in his upper-class accent ‘My son was deuced ill and now he’s well!’

Then he added, as if in parentheses ‘He was in the grave, but now his life is acute!’


divide   / 
question mark   ? 
tilde    ~
square brackets.   [ ]
fraction    eg ½, ¾
ligature [1]   eg æ
infinity   
greater than   > 
bar [2]   |
screamer [3]    ! 
degree   as in 100°
asterisk   *
times   x
full stop   
jot   above i or j
tittle   through t
obelus (formal divide sign: colon centred vertically and horizonally on a minus sign; unicode character 61624)
colon   :
hash   #
caron [4]   ˘ as in ř
curly brackets   { }
ellipsis [5]   
ring   as in å
plus   +
dot i’s, cross t’s   i,t
angle quotes [6]   « »
bullet point   

speech marks   
umlout   ¨ as in ü
less than   <
square root   
factorize   !
section sign   § 
at   @
dash   en – em 
accent   eg ´ `
cedilla    as in ç
parentheses    ( )
grave   as in è
acute   ´ as in é




[1] joining two letters (originally for typographical neatness)

[2] general term for any diacritial mark - horizontal, diagonal or vertical

[3] newspaper editorial slang for an exclamation mark

[4] eg the Hungarian composer Antonín Dvořák

[5] indicates an omission (or in dialogue, an interruption)

[6] indicating speech in, eg French & Catalan text; also called guillemets

Tuesday, 7 June 2011

Expensive deleted scene on special edition DVD only

Scene 152: Boy is walking home.

(insert) Cut to: Father, bored of standing waiting for his son to return, hires a Bond-girl-type helicopter pilot (casting: Caroline Munro, Honor Blackman or Britt Eklund; in the modern era consider Holly Willoughby, Tess Daly or Cat Deeley…) to take him on an aerial reconnoitre of the area, and he sees his son returning from a very, very long way off, through a great crowd of authentically-costumed Victorian jugglers, fire-eaters and minstrels. 

He also sees a spacecraft emerge through the atmosphere of the second moon, with lights a-flashing and mysterious rays emanating from its base. Wild music and impressive 3D effects accompany this; aliens perform a line-dance on the bridge of their ship as Julia Roberts (dressed in chiffon, with platinum and diamond jewellery), an heavily tattooed Sylvester Stallone, and (time-travelled for the role) Pope Gregory IX (1170-1241) make very brief cameo appearances serving drinks and canapés.

Then, the Famine Police Jet Fighters (no explanation possible, none given) loom into view, firing rockets, and the set is destroyed. The helicopter is also hit, but before it explodes in a vast ball of flame, father jumps out, landing in a 3D haystack (CGI obviously) in a field near the road where his son continues to walk.

Cut back to boy as Father, arrives in front of him… (continues from here)

Monday, 6 June 2011

Emotions

Sappychap (bored, exasperated, greedy) spoke to Sad Dad (surprised, disappointed, resigned). Sappychap was pleased, and enjoyed the change of view.

Happychap became joyful, exuberant, generous, friendly, (tired and emotional), unrestrained.

Money was spent. Pockets felt empty. Stomachs likewise.

Pigs ate greedily, noisily, gluttonously, enthusiastically; boy envied, repulsed. Sudden blinding flash of light and wonder dawned; Scrappychap repented, mourned and humbled himself.

Decisively, he began homeward journey. Deeply considering…
Sad Dad was overjoyed, exuberant and little short of delirious with compassion – ran to him. Welcomingly he embraced him; Sappychap embarrassedly tried to make a speech.

Glad Dad lavished gifts on Happychap - family ring of love, coat of honour, shoes of friendship, party of great revelling and gladness (calf of portliness met with knife of pointed sharpness and ram-rod spit of roasting rotation).

‘My mourning is turned to dancing!’ cried Glad Dad.

Angry outbursts from Misery, the dischuffed older brother, caused considerable heartache for rejoicing Glad Dad. But he continued to make merry.

Friday, 3 June 2011

Dialogue

‘Hi Dad!’
‘What is it, sunshine?’
‘You know the money that I inherit when you die?’
‘H’mm?’
‘Can I have it now?’
‘I suppose so.’
‘Ta. Bye!’

‘Another dozen oysters, two more bottles of the ’34, and bring me my restaurant bill.’
‘Here you are, sir.’
‘Ta. Oh dear, I don’t seem to have any money left.’
‘Pick a window, loser, you’re leaving.’

‘Come on, you pigs, budge up and let me get to the trough.’

‘You should go home and repent of your foolishness. Ask your father to let you become a servant.’
‘Yes, Lord, I will go home and ask my father to let me be his servant. I am no longer worthy to be called his son.’

‘Dad, I am no longer worth…’
‘I love you sonshine! Welcome home. Have a ring and a coat and some shoes. We shall have a party! Servant, kill the fatted calf!’
‘Yes sir.’
‘This my son was dead; now he is alive!’

Thursday, 2 June 2011

The Prodigal Confectioner


where it all began: sweets & chocolate
commonly available in the UK

Once upon a time, a farmer had two sons. One of them was a Smartie and good looking, with Curly Wurly hai (with Highlights), although he was slightly Flakey, and turned out to be a little bit Twisted.

He said to his dad ‘You know what I’m after?’ His volume dropped to a WispaGold! I’d like to talk to you about that Topic. I feel my life could do with a Boost, so give me my inheritance and let me take some Time Out.’

His dad tried to Fudge. ‘You want a share of my money?’

‘Yes, Pa,’ replied the son, ‘and some of Mars.’

Eventually the father agreed, which was what the Italians might call Kinder Bueno, and handed over all his Bounty. The son did up his Buttons, put on his Snickers, left the farm and went off to spend his dad’s fortune. He took a Picnic and walked, not waiting for a Green & Black’s Double Decker.

It wasn’t long before he found himself in a large city, in a large Echoing shopping Mall, known as Quality Street, where some people mocked and made fun of the shops. They were known as Malteasers. The farmer’s son also visited a night club where they played music by M&M and there were Minstrels playing Tunes while customers played Skittles. There were also female dancers known as the Turkish Delights, who had tummys that could Ripple. It was Treat to see them, and the son enjoyed all these Revels, and soon his Gold Coins were spent.

His friends were gone and so was his livelihood. The weather turned cold and he saw a Snowflake. For a while he was a Drifter, and he finished up on a pig farm. It was run by a moaning, complaining old woman who had no teeth, and she was known as Wine Gums. The boy had to Lion the ground to sleep, perchance to Dream, making his pillow from leafy branches with not too many Twix.

He was peckish and got the Munchies and ended up longing to Chomp on the pig’s food, which was Crunchie, but obviously he had to Chewitt.

He looked up at the Milky Way and the Planets and the Galaxies beyond, and he came to his Senses and repented of his sin.

When he got home, Believe it or not, his father forgave him, welcomed him and gave him a new pair of Snickers [1]. He decided to have a Celebration, but his older brother was a right Wotsit.

[1] Snickers Duo


[1] Snickers Duo

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

V


Valediction; vandalizing; vain venting. Virility – vapid vice-filled vulgar Vaudeville (vestal virgins vamoosed!).

Vagrant’s various verrucose vegetables… Vastly veiled verisimilitude; vacillation. Victor’s vigil (vexed viewing) velocity-voyage.

‘V-neck vest! Veal/venison vindaloo, various vol-au-vents, vermicelli, vino, vodka, vichy-water, vermouth, violins – vivace!’ Verified ‘Valued vitality?; vouchsafed viva, viva viva/VG (vice versa)!’