|Wisdom of the Ages:
||[Mar. 1st, 2015|02:57 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
Jesus is the only way to give up your rock and not have stickers.
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Raconteur is just another word for old fart. What all you raconteurs (old farts) need to work on, though, is snappy delivery. I've known at least three old guys who had some pretty good stories about how they got it shot off in the war and all, but their story telling was so slow and halting that people wouldn't listen to a story all the way through. A lot of the time it wasn't even the listener's fault; the old fart would pause so long between thoughts or even words that the audience thought he was finished or waiting for a response. Think Hal Holbrook doing Mark Twain; that's the sort of delivery you're shooting for. There's nothing intrinsically wrong with being an old fart raconteur, but if you don't keep it brisk, you'll get interrupted and never get back to the climax of the story. In a society where a discussion of the dangers/benefits of vaccination can be sidetracked by the cat licking it's paw ("Oh! Look what the kitty is doing! Oooooh, how cuuuuuute . . .), you need get out your best Patrick Henry / Henry Clay. Doddering won't begin to cut it.