Break a Leg

So, I noticed in the Jennifer Blog that we have more than a few international fans -- something that, being international ourselves -- makes Vlad and I very happy.

I thought I'd start an international thread to see how many different countries Break a Leg has fans in. Plus, I believe there's an Italian fan who promised Francesca and Amber an Italian song, so, we'll be waiting for that.

Anyway, tell us where you're from and what you think of the show and let's see if we can create a Break a Leg UN.

USA! USA!

hey, it's a nation.

USA? Aren't you about to go crashing into a recession or something? Oooo... not nice!

Anyhow. I was trying to avoid posting any more messages. Asking Yuri for a baby probably tops anything else I could ever say here and just reinforces the idea that people who blog need to stop pretending that they actually know who they're talking to and perhaps get a life.

But, under the pretense that these blog-keepers aren't just pretending to enjoy our digital companies like some tired prostitute... (Can I say that on here?)

I am a Dutch citizen but I live in Canada. So I would like 2 seats in your UN, please. *smile*

Bouna Sera Tutti.

This is my first post, and I am extremely nervous.

Wow.

This is so intense.

Anyway.

I, too, am International. However, there is something much different from my international-ism, that sets me apart from the rest of you.

I am Italian. Not only am I just Italian. I am Genovese. Which is the best kind of Italian.

I am curious, if there are any fans out there that are Genovese like me. And, to my dear Italian fan that promised myself and Amber a song, if you really want to score some points, can you sing this song in Genovese dialect?

If so, one of us might sleep with you.

We are after all, Italian.

Bouna Notte Ragazzi.

Non puo cantare como Genovese, ma puo cantare con il mio cuore, e ho speranza che vi piacera

Italians are not best, French are best! If you will be with me, I will whisper soft French words to your ear. Every lady likes this, even here they like it! Italian men has breath like pâtes (Italian noodles) and tomat sauce.

Now now, gentlemen, let's not start an international dispute over our lovely starlets...not to say that wouldn't be awesome.

This is looking more and more like the UN.

Of course, any Italian-French conversation is going to invariably turn to the world cup, and that's just going to get messy...

One more question for the international fans -- how'd you find us and the show?

Canadian...Yay Canada! We drink, fight over sepratism and tariffs...and drink some more!

FYI--Yuri promised me a baby to be on the show and he has yet to deliver.

He also promised Drew a woodchuck--if I recall correctly--and as far as I know, that hasn't happened, either.

I'm waiting to be impregnated with a woodchuck baby to kill two birds with one stone.

I'm Indian (the brown kind. the asian brown kind. the asian brown kind that did not cross the Bering strait/ice bridge.)

Je parle francais, Antoine, et je pense que c'est miserable que nous n'avons pas une équipe du foot qui ne fais pas rien. As a national strategy, next World Cup we're just going to crowd the field until they give us the trophy.

Great show guys. Keep it up.

You have lots of Indians in SF, so I'm not so unique to this board, am I?

I'm going to Sweden, where I'll be more valued.

The question is, what don't we have in San Francisco? I went to a large high school -- over 3500 people -- and "white" was the minority. I think that's pretty impressive.

But yeah, you probably will be more valued in Sweden. They've never seen anyone with dark hair.

Francesca non credo lui - probabilmente non bagnarsi come tutti i francesi

As a new BaL UN (balun, I love it! Can there be 99 of us in the luft?) member, I feel I should apologize for being negative about posting.

You guys are doing wonderful things and it only makes sense that we should feel the urge to connect with you, to congratulate you.

So thanks for your reassurance--and for making Canada in winter a funnier place to be!

Since we have a BaL UN up and running, I'd like to impose some BaL Sanctions, or "BaL-Sanctions" for short. Or at least we could write a strongly worded letter.

I demand a sanction on the use of "doesn't taste like apples" as a tagline for Apple Jacks.

I demand they change it to "Sort of Cinnamon-ey Flavor Jacks."

Don't you mock me and my ability to taste, I have a right to know why you're named Apple Jacks when you don't taste like apples. It's a valid question.

...sorry. It's an old wound.

I demand that punishment for atrocities demonstrated by any given individual be given over to said individual in the true democratic fashion: They are given the choice of spend an hour with me while I do nothing but talk about what I think art should be, OR they get to hang out with naked Chase...and try to avoid physical contact.

I demand sanctions against people who demand sanctions!

Wait...

I demand sanctions against the "other" UN for copyright infringement.

Or we could start our own conglomerate. Instead of the "United Nations" we could have the "Together Nations" or the "Friendly Nations" or the "Potato Nations"

*pats Yuri on the shoulder*

It's okay, Yuri, about the Applejacks.

If it makes you feel any better, the Applejack people are probably angry as all hell that no one has broken a leg on your sitcom yet.

Can we sanction the Dutch for invading Canada?

Um, even the Canadians invaded Canada. The only difference between a "Canadian" and myself is that I actually have the legal right to be here. *smile*

Bevrijden Quebec nu!

*grin*

That was pretty good! The order is a little messy, but anyway.

I would love to let Quebec do it's own little thing, but without Alberta to support (provide) it's economy, it would go bust really quickly and then we'd have to take them back and spend even MORE money.
Besides, what would happen to the poor Canadiens? Talk about identity crisis!

Als beminnen zondig is, ben ik reddeloos verloren...

Femke

Als u zo mooi als je nederlands poëzie, dan ben ik verloren.

So, Femke, the obvious question is -- are you a hockey fan?

Hmmm... faceless anonimity or personal integrity? Tough choice.

Honesty it is. I am a quasi-fan. That is, I will root for the Vancouver Canucks and make guesses at the other team names. I have gone to a game... but that's it.

I did enjoy your hockey blog, though! I knew a couple of the terms already--although "icing" still perplexes me.

My favorite parts were the fights. I got all adrenaliny.

RD-bedankt voor je lieve woorden. And rest assured, I am even prettier. *smile*

You have to cross the center line of the rink to throw a puck into your opponent's zone. If you're not passed the center line and you throw the puck into their zone and the puck crosses the line behind the goal, either you or one of your teammates has to recover the puck. If you don't and your opponent gets to it first, that's icing. It's basically to avoid one team throwing the puck into to another team's zone over and over again.

I figure it's okay to have a hockey lesson in the International thread, right? Right?!

Absolutely--but I'm still confused.

Why would you want to throw the puck into your opponent's zone without someone of your team there to handle it? It seems risky.

I believe that Connecticut, which is clearly an isolated location, should now become its own little nation-state. Now I'm an international fan. I can be the CT rep in the BaL UN!

I propose that we all sign a Treaty stating that hockey is now our official sport and that Apple Jacks are to be henceforth known as "Cinnamon Circles"
((Did you know that they're kosher?!))

What should we name the treaty?

The Treaty of Hollywood Hills...
...let me finish...

TWO.

Femke -- in case you're stuck in your own zone and want to dump it away from your goal. Or if you're winning by a lot and you just waste time by throwing it down there.

Jenny, RD -- I'm in.

Do we not have any British people here? Really? We've got Italians, French, Australians, Canadians, Connecticutians but no Brits?

Indians. Don't forget the Indians. There's 1.2 billion, and they haven't forgotten you.

Also to be added to the treaty: Daylight Savings Time should not exist. Nobody should have to keep turning the clock back and forth. Plus I can never keep track of which one is DST: is it when we set the clocks back? Or when we set them ahead? So I propose that it'll just be more convenient that in BaL UN boundaries, the clocks stay the same all year long.

I'm from Detroit!
...If you'd like you can count it as Canada.

I am also not a fan of daylight savings time (Break a Leg kicks ass, though) but here's an easy way to remember how to change the clocks:

Spring ahead, fall behind.

Common phrases, meaning, in the spring, move your clock ahead, in the fall, move it back. (In case it wasn't clear.)

I think that DST originated as a way to optimize evening sunlight hours because that's when people do the most shopping. You can thank the capitalists for that.

Thanks, BaL, for the hockey lesson-I think I get it!

...and Dutch people, Yuri.

Don't forget about the Dutch people.

I motion that we call the treaty "The Bradley Manifesto".

And I believe DST was started, not just for shopping, but for sports and other evening activities. But yes, it is all about capitalism.

I would also like to propose that people learn the difference between vector and rastor and why you can't give me a jpeg 1" square at 72dpi and expect me to make a 36"x96" Banner with it.

Vector--cereal that serves as a meal replacement; also denotes a person who curses (vexes).

Rastor--a religious leader who serves as an intermediate between Judaism (Rabbi) and Catholicism (Pastor); often found to have highly complex identity issues; are generally easy targets for vectors.

Margaret, I lived in Detroit for a while, around 25 mile.

Femke, that's "312 kilometers".

See? Was that so hard? Thank you, Femke. And I really thin we should go metric, because I'm tired of having to multiply 12.

I'd make some snide remark, RD, about how clearly I am clever enough to know what miles are (after all, Canada has not fully adopted the metric system yet).

Then I realized that a Pastor is not Catholic, but other-Christian. A priest is Catholic. So much for my being clever. Ah well. Certainly fact cannot stand in the way of humor?

Anytime, Jennifer. Yuri keeps me pretty bored, so... lots of time for the funnies.

Oooo! Speaking of which! Why can women not park properly?

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Because the men who are guiding/directing them have some very odd ideas about how big six inches actually is...

Mwaaaa-hahahaaaa!

Why would you want to give babies at a man who keeps you bored and then insist that he give you parking directions?

Seriously. He's too busy playing in dirt with cameras to be trying to impregnate me right now.

With you, though, I'd have at least a foot of room on either side of my car, right?

(I can't figure out if that is complimentary or insulting. You're pretty tall, though... let's go with complimentary.)

Fair enough.

I'll have you know I'm quite entertaining.

A man walks into a bar and orders a drink. As he's sitting, he hears a voice say, "Hey, nice pants." He looks around, but doesn't see anyone but the bartender, making his drinks. Shrugging it off, he continues sitting there until, again, he hears a voice, "I love the haircut." Once again he looks around and sees nothing and keeps waiting.

But it happens again. "That tie looks great on you." He gives up, "Bartender" he says, "Someone keeps talking to me -- do you hear that too?" the Bartender looks around and says, "Oh. Those are the peanuts. They're complimentary."

Ba-ZING.

I write comedy, you know.

haha, after a joke like that i think we need vlad to write the next few episodes........kidding, yuri!