games

EMILIA
Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know,
Their wives have sense like them; they see, and smell,
And have their palates both for sweet and sour
As husbands have. What is it that they do,
When they change us for others? Is it sport?
I think it is. And doth affection breed it?
I think it doth. Is't frailty that thus errs?
It is so too. And have not we affections,
Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?
Then let them use us well: else let them know,
The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.

Othello, 4.3

'the rage to master'

"but, why does no one ever want to play?"
*scuff's foot in sand, hands in pockets, pouts*

Q: what are you doing?

∞: plotting

Q: what is your plot about?

∞: scheming

Q: are you quite sure this is not all another elaborate ploy to date james franco?

∞: not entirely.

Q: the possibilities really are quite endless, aren't they?

nothing like sunshine

À bout de souffle (Breathless), 1960

Jean-Luc Godard
François Truffaut

regroup

operation slowest striptease in the world: round two

step one: flaunt your assets

step two: state your terms, in that voice

step three: samples too appealing to refuse, just enough

step four: lay down your demands

step five: leave 'em to take care of business, quickly and salivating

step six: wait, restrain, control

step seven: what you want, in your hands