Mrs. Alfred Packer does Memorial Day

[franksolich]

Weeeell, coming from this blue state inhabitant, I'd surely like to visit, based on your pictures of the scenery, Coach.

I meant blue people from blue states, sir.

I'm thinking of how the bitter old cali primitive and the garybeck primitive ruined Vermont by moving there--Vermont, once one of the most-distinctive states in the union--or how Oscar Wilde of New York is fouling up Florida, by moving to those places.

They foul their own nests, and then move on to a new unfouled nest, and foul that one too.

[DumbAss Tanker]

...one time, when passing through a town, they passed a Unitarian church, the sight at which hippyhubby snarled, "Geezuz uncooked cornpone, there's fundies all over up here..."

Pure genius, Frank.  H5!

[franksolich]

Pure genius, Frank.  H5!

Thank you, sir, a high honor.

I wondered if anyone would notice that; in the primitive perception, someone who says grace over the turkey at Thanksgiving, and goes to church on Christmas and Easter, nothing more than that, is a "fundie."

But I've always also wondered if anyone's noticed franksolich is no good, no good at all, on dialogue, not hearing accents and all that.  All characters, no matter what part of the country they're from, Massachusetts to California, Maine to Alabama, come out talking like.....Nebraskans.

[BattleHymn]

I think your dialogue is fine.  From what I have read, dialogue is one of the most difficult things for a writer to express on paper.  Mark Twain comes to mind. 

I caught the fundie thing too, since nobody in this part of the country would consider a Unitarian a "fundie".  Except for Wild Bill, I suppose.

[franksolich]

I think your dialogue is fine.  From what I have read, dialogue is one of the most difficult things for a writer to express on paper.  Mark Twain comes to mind. 

I caught the fundie thing too, since nobody in this part of the country would consider a Unitarian a "fundie".  Except for Wild Bill, I suppose.

You know, sir, Tanker's comment motivated me to try to improve, on this dialect thing.

I have to go to the hospital w-a-a-a-y out in the Sandhills for a post-surgical examination tomorrow (Saturday; it should all be good, because nothing out of the ordinary's happened), but then sometime over the holiday weekend, I'm going to do a new story, where the primitives stalking franksolich go to a flea market up here on the roof of Nebraska.

This is going to be doubly difficult, because besides working on dialogues, I'll have to deal with the "flea market" culture, and I know as much about flea-markets as I do about breeding silkworms.

Flea markets of course are a part of the popular culture, but I never paid attention to them.

I look at it as a challenge, putting together a credible "picture" of the primitives at a flea-market (while stalking franksolich, which goes without saying).

[BattleHymn]

There was a thread somebody rowed over from the DUmp on flea marketing primitives.  Perhaps that would be fertile soil to work with.