PANTOMIME, n. A play in which the story is told without violence to the language. The least disagreeable form of dramatic action.
2010 Update: A dramatization in which circumstances are explained without speech, the counterform to congressional inquiry or the compassionate concern of a neighbor.
compassionate concern of a neighbor?
ReplyDeleteDoes that circumspect turn of phrase mean your neighbor reads your blog?
as it is
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one gesture
is worth
two words
that said,
now will
go back and listen
to saturday story
so well read !
thanks to both
writer and reader
Bless
Bless
PANTOMIME: The Senate race to replace Ted Kennedy? Don't we wish. Have a great Monday.
ReplyDeleteHey, pups.
ReplyDeleteThat's like special hand gestures, right?
Did ya miss me?
It's sometimes painful to sleep with a mime that talks in his sleep.
ReplyDeleteIt would be much easier if I could mime my response. My sister was a professional mime for a year after college in totally unfascinating Savage family facts. She was very good but the demand for mimes...
ReplyDeleteCharades.
ReplyDeleteYour definition leaves me in a box... and now I need to walk my way around, trying to find a way out.
ReplyDeletePant o mine has a hole in an embarassing place.
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LOL Icy!
ReplyDeletePantomime, clear talk, finally!
Pantomimes - never liked the mimes in San Francisco as they just make me nervous (sometimes they make fun of a person who is just standing there minding her own business) and also never liked the game of Charades much though my family insisted upon playing it often at family gatherings. I like just saying it like it is.
ReplyDeleteMy neighbours only become concerned when my music startles them awake!
ReplyDeletePanto season is always good. I didn't realise you guys went in for it though.
We took some family from Canada to see a pantomime and they thought we were all mad...
"He's behind you!"
Logo, I use the term to mean anyone but me.
ReplyDeleteBless bless, Bear.
Thom, even the pantomime would be grating.
Welcome back, Nessa.
I'll trust you on that, Tom.
Right, Pia. Not exactly scouring the seaboard for them, are they?
Sounds like TLP.
Don't bother, Sauerkraut. It's windy outside.
Jim, take them off before stitching.
Yes, Ariel. Should I switch over the blog?
So, Terry, your handsign would be an open palm about now.
Haha, C.J. I can't remember the last time I saw a pantomime. There's a season?
Hey, I could have sworn I left a comment here yesterday saying I didn't want to talk about pants -- mine or anyone else's! Blogger strikes again.
ReplyDeleteThere certainly is a season. Normally around X-mas time when all the male actors dress as women and perform daft, comedy versions of seasonal plays like 'Puss in Boots'. Mad as hell when the bad guy shouts to the audience that he cannot see the good guy to which the audience, girls, boys, men, women, aunts, uncles and grandparents, all respond with raised voices: 'He's behind you.'
ReplyDeleteAt the end the cast throw sweets (candy) into the audience and us daft English all go home happy as can be!
(We're easily pleased!)
Quilly, I hate when that happens. It makes Wordpress users intolerable.
ReplyDeleteC.J., to be eaasily pleased is a real gift. We're easily outraged instead.