Thursday, March 16, 2017

Story 177: Extreme Extreme Beginner’s Yoga – With Celebrity Cameo



She browsed the DVDs on the display: Advanced Yoga, Intermediate Yoga, Beginner’s Yoga – yes, she reached for that one, then saw – Extreme Beginner’s Yoga – ooh, even better; hang on – Extreme Extreme Beginner’s Yoga?  Perfect.
She picked up that title to read the cover out loud: “Extreme Extreme Beginner’s YogaWith Chris Basilingworth?”  She saw the star of Sword Slash staring intensely back at her.  “This can’t be right – since when did he become a yoga instructor?”  She would know: she had read his obviously ghostwritten memoir three times, and not a word resembling yoga was anywhere inside it.  She then saw, in tiny print at the bottom of the DVD cover: “Instructor: Maggie O’Dwight.”  Ohhh....
At home, she played the DVD after changing into yoga pants and assembling her yoga mat, yoga block, yoga strap, yoga towel, and yoga water.  Distractions were pushed aside and she was all set to have her mind and body made one.
A serene-looking woman, standing on a mat with her back to a nameless ocean, greeted her on the screen.
“Hello, and welcome to Extreme Extreme Beginner’s Yoga.  You are taking your first steps in your journey to attuning your mind and your body with the rest of the universe as you receive the peaceful wonder of life all around you, and become fabulously toned in the process.”  Her calm demeanor wavered infinitesimally as she moved forward to where a man was standing on a mat in front of her.  “We are joined in our wondrous journey by Chris Basilingwoth, who is a beginner just like you.”
Chris turned to face both the camera and Maggie: “Hi, yes, I’m really looking forward to exploring this amazing practice and really focusing my mind, and my body.  I am working off of three hours of sleep right now and this seems just the thing to help me unwind.  This should be fun, yeah?”
“Excellent.  You will feel so much more open and clear-headed after this session, the first of many as you incorporate these routines into your regular workout.”
“Well, I don’t know – to tell you the truth there’s a stunt we’re going to film soon and everyone I talked to recommended yoga to prep for it, so it was either do this video or pay for a lesson.”  This with a look on his face that said, “As if!”
Maggie, still smiling, faced the camera: “Namaste.”
Twenty minutes in, the viewer was starting to get the hang of inhaling into her back and exhaling her heart out to the world.  She kept having to turn to the screen to make sure her movements matched Maggie’s, and she noticed Chris’s arms started shaking as Maggie continued steadily onward.
“Now,” Maggie’s voice never changed pitch, “bend over at the waist, placing your hands flat on the mat if you can, or holding your shins if you cannot.”  She looked to the side.  “Or holding your thighs if you must.”
“Thanks,” Chris said.
Later, the viewer felt proud of herself as she was able to hold onto her twisted leg with her left hand while reaching for the sky with her right.
“Breathe in and lean back to look towards your outstretched hand – ” [CRASH] – “this is when you can place a block or a book at your back for support.”
“Cheers.”
Ten minutes later:
“Now, place your knees on top of your elbows – ”
“Oh come on!”  [CRASH]
The viewer hovered off the floor in a near-perfect Crane: “I can do something Chris Basilingworth can’t, hee-hee!”  [CRASH]  “Almost.”
During the cool-down phase:
“Leave your palms up to receive the infinite as you elongate your spine along the floor.  Breathe in and out fully, feeling it throughout your entire body – WAKE UP!”
Chris jumped up from the mat: “I’m coming!  Call ‘Action!’”  He ran into the ocean and started swimming to somewhere.
Maggie, after sitting up and staring after him for a few moments, turned back to the camera.  “We conclude with crossed legs, hands on knees or palms up, and breathing, always breathing… no, Mark, we are not doing this all over again!... Until next time, peace and happiness to you.”
The DVD having ended, the viewer finally understood why this title had been marked “Clearance.”

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Story 176: Nostalgia for Hire



            (Eight movie studio vice-presidents are meeting around a conference table)
            VP 1: All right, we’re in the midst of an official disaster here, folks; I mean, look at these box office sales.  (Points to a graph that has a downward slope into the negatives) I didn’t think that was even possible, and yet here we are.  And look at those reviews that I made copies for you all: (Reads from a pile of papers) “This film made me want to reverse my own birth: not die, because that means I would have lived to watch it, but never having been born in the first place, so as I would never have had to experience the horrors of that so-called ‘family comedy.’”
            VP 2: That guy’s just a troll; he posts that same comment for all of our movies.
          VP 1: Oh yeah?  Then what about this: “Humanity is the worse for this studio’s attempts at entertainment.  The plagues should take us all now for its sins.”
            VP 3: A bit dramatic, don’t you think?
           VP 1: “Every single movie this studio has released in the past 10 years is another proof of why the state of modern cinema is so wretched.”
            VP 4: There may be some truth in that one.
            VP 1: (Slams papers onto the table) We’re going bankrupt, VPs!  We needed a solution seven years ago; now we need a miracle!
            VP 5: Did somebody say, “miracle?” (Walks to the door)
            VP 1: I just did, aren’t you listening to me?!
            VP 5: No, you ruined it; never mind – fellow executives, meet this studio’s savior. (Opens the door to a party)
            (Nostalgia enters, throwing warm feelings around the room like confetti)
            Nostalgia: Welcome all, to my wonderful world of eternal happiness!
         (She spreads joy throughout the room as all the executives revert to childhood: VP 6 starts spinning in her chair, VPs 1-2, 7, and 8 play tag, VP 3 curls up in a corner holding a blanket and sucking his thumb, VP 5 hand-walks across the table, and VP 4 runs around the room screaming “Endless Summer!”)
            Nostalgia: Now that I have your attention.
            (Everyone immediately resumes their original positions around the table, except they now all have goofy smiles on their faces)
            Nostalgia: You see what your audiences want, don’t you?
            VP 2: Escape!
            VP 4: Laughter!
            VP 6: Freedom!
         VP 8: Well-made works of art that explore real-world issues and offer new perspectives and hope!
          Nostalgia: Wrong!  OK, some of your audiences want that last one, but their sales aren’t what’s going to save you.  The other things you guys said, what do they all mean?
            (The VPs look at each other)
            VP 1: They mean… escape, laughter, and freedom?
            Nostalgia: They mean your past!  You want to escape to when you were always laughing and always felt free!  You want to be a kid again, and movies are one of the few forms of media that make it happen!
            VP 1: Are you sure about that?
            Nostalgia: When was the last time you felt truly, and I mean truly, happy in your life?
         VP 1: Oh that’s easy – when I was 14.  That’s when high school happened and it was all downhill from there.
           Nostalgia: Uh-huh.  And when you re-watch a movie from before then, you start feeling that old happy feeling again, don’t you?
            VP 1: Well yes, as a matter of fact I do.
            Nostalgia: Whereas if you watch a movie from now, you feel the same old ennui, the same old malaise, the same old – what’s another non-English word for “blegh?”
            VP 3: (Raises hand wildly) Ooh, ooh, schadenfreude?
            Nostalgia: Go back to film school – the point is, none of the movies you’re producing now is giving your audiences what they really want: their pasts.
            VP 7: So you mean we should do more historical pics?
          Nostalgia: (Stares coldly at her for a few moments) I mean, go make movies of what your audiences loved when they were kids.
            VP 1: Oh, you mean remakes.
           Nostalgia: Remakes, reboots – bottom line, you want your audiences reliving their good old days.  They’ll eat it up like stale buttered popcorn, with salt, and beg for more.
          VP 3: (Raises hand) We’ve tried this a few times and lost money in refunds – quite a few people have said that we actually ruined their childhood.
Nostalgia: (Rummages in bottomless bag) That’s why you post this at your box offices nationwide.  (Holds up a sign that reads: ABSOLUTELY NO REFUNDS FOR THE FOLLOWING MOVIES:)
VP 7: We can’t say “absolutely” –
Nostalgia: Why ever not?
VP 7: Because what about someone who, I don’t know, bought tickets early and then had a death in the family?  That wouldn’t be fair.
Nostalgia: FAIR?! (Everyone else jumps back) Is it fair that you all had to grow older and never get to have real fun anymore? Is it fair that you lost your innocence and happiness in exchange for debt and neverending stress?  Is it fair that something like me has to exist in the world at all?!  (They rest think about this sadly) And I agree: we should add “AFTER START TIME” in the middle of the sign.
VP 1: Well, you’ve given us a lot to think about.      
Nostalgia: (Packs up sign and prepares to leave) Darn tootin’.  Just know that I’m here whenever you can’t face your day.  (Showers some more confetti, then leaves)
VP 5: So, what do you all think?  Want to climb aboard the nostalgia train to win more profits and better reviews?
VP 1: Why not?  I like my past exploited as much as the next person.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Story 175: Breaking the Fairy Tale Curse



(Inspired not so much by a true story as by a recent broadcast of the Bolshoi Ballet production’s of The Sleeping Beauty, and all those Fractured Fairy Tales)

            (Medieval Prince in Medieval Europe wanders around the Medieval Woods, having become separated from his Medieval Friends)
            Prince: Alas, what good are my promiscuous hunting buddies if they allow my royal self to simply wander off just like that?  Could it be that they only pretend to like me because I have all the money and one day will rule their lives so they had better get on my good side now?  Best not to think on that.
            (A Fairy appears before him)
            Fairy: You’re a prince?  An actual prince?!!!
          Prince: (Looks around him) Oh, you are addressing me?  Well then yes, I am a prince.  The prince, if you will: I am the only one in this region at the moment.  And whom might you be?  A princess from a foreign land?
            Fairy: No, I’m a fairy – can’t you tell by my wings and magic wand?
            Prince: I thought they were symbols of your high status.
           Fairy: Right: since you’re a prince, you’ll be glad to know that you’re in the perfect place to meet your true love and live happily ever after, yay!
          Prince: Oh, that is very kind of you; however, I am already betrothed to the daughter of my father’s second cousin – it will be a loveless union, but the kingdom’s heirs will not birth themselves, unfortunately.
          Fairy: …So you’re in the market for true love and happily ever after then, yay!  Come with me.  (She uses magic to make him follow her deeper into the woods)
           Prince: I do enjoy a robust adventure, but I must inform you that continuing with this behavior past sunset will officially turn it into a royal kidnapping.
            Fairy: Yes, yes, yes – here we are!  (She points to an old palace at the top of a mountain)
           Prince: Hm.  I thought all the palaces in the realm had been accounted for.  I must tell Father about this; he most likely will want to wage war upon them.  (He turns to leave but Fairy magics him back)
            Fairy: No, no, that’s the palace where your true love awaits!  Now go to her!
            Prince: Is she expecting me, then?
            Fairy: What?  Oh, I forgot that part: she actually is under a terrible curse, placed upon her by a Wicked Fairy, where she must sleep until she is awakened by the kiss of her one true love, a prince!
            Prince: I see.  And was that Wicked Fairy really you?
            Fairy: No!  I saved her by putting her to sleep!
            Prince: I thought the sleep was the curse?
            Fairy: I bettered the curse!  She was supposed to be dead!
            Prince: Oh my.  And when exactly did all this happen?
            Fairy: Let’s see… yes, we’re coming up on a hundred years now.
            Prince: You’re having a laugh.
            Fairy: It’s magic, hon: a hundred years is nothing.
          Prince: So not only is she over a century old, but everything she had known in her previous waking life is now long gone, including all her family and friends.
          Fairy: No, them I put to sleep too, until she is awakened by the kiss of her one-true-love prince.
           Prince: Ah, I see, so there will be scores of time-displaced souls lying about, with no idea of how to live in this world once they awaken, now subject to a new ruler and an unfamiliar kingdom, and all wearing terribly old-fashioned clothing.  I honestly think you did these people no favors at all.
           Fairy: Listen Highness, the reason why it’s been taking so long is because there’s been a dearth of eligible curse-breakers in the area until today, when you got it in your head to randomly show up!
           Prince: In hindsight, perhaps your counter-curse was a bit too specific in its wording, then: instead of insisting upon the curse being broken by a prince, surely anyone else would have sufficed?  Her parents?  Her subjects?  Any peasant with most of their teeth?  You?
           Fairy: Absolutely not!  It has to be a prince or nothing!  You have to be the one to kiss her awake so then you two can marry and live happily ever after!
            Prince: Yes, you keep saying that, but I am a stranger to her and she to me – I would at least like to speak to her first before becoming intimate, if it is all the same.
           Fairy: It isn’t all the same, because she can’t hold a conversation while she’s in a magic coma!  Now get going before I curse you!
            Prince: I still think you actually were the Wicked Fairy all along. (He willingly walks to the palace and stops at the drawbridge) I say, Fairy?  (She reappears beside him) There seems to be an impassable wall of thorns surrounding the place.
            Fairy: Oh right, here.  (She hands him a Sword of Truth and Justice) Go ahead.
          Prince: (Shakes his head at the Sword) No, this will not do at all: I will fetch our Royal Gardener, he knows how to handle this sort of thing.  (He turns to leave, but Fairy pushes him into the thorns and he has to cut his way through to the other side.  He emerges in front of the palace, bleeding from the many scratches all over his body) Most tiresome.
            (The Wicked Fairy appears before him)
            Wicked Fairy: Aha, my Prince, you will never waken the Sleeping Princess, and she and her people will be cursed forever!
           Prince: I say, original Fairy?  (Fairy appears) Not to complain, but along with the inconvenient thorns you also neglected to mention that I would be facing the Wicked Fairy herself in this venture.
            Fairy: Oh, didn’t I?  Well, there she is: go get her.
            Prince: (To Wicked Fairy) I never like dueling an unknown enemy, so I must ask: why all this rigmarole for one presumably fair-to-middling Princess?  Did you not eventually become bored with it all?  I would have, probably after Year 1.
            Wicked Fairy: Her family didn’t invite me to her christening!  So I showed them.
            Prince: You certainly did – wait a moment, what?  That is the reason for all of this: you were left off the guest list?!  No need to fret over something like that – it probably was some servant’s oversight that was not caught in time.  The same thing happened to me once and we all had a good laugh about it at the buffet.
            Wicked Fairy: Well I didn’t!  And it wasn’t an oversight – they did it on purpose!
            Fairy: She’s right; they did.
           Prince: I see.  Then either they were very stupid to snub someone of your obvious power, or you are so unself-aware that you never realized that practically everyone would hesitate to include a guest named “Wicked Fairy” in any of their social gatherings.  At any rate, I am uninterested in imperiling my life fighting a magical stranger with petty motivations and extreme methods of revenge all for the sake of kissing someone I never met and to whom I then would be bound forever.  (To Fairy) And your numerous claims of our living happily ever after ring quite false, Madame.  (Hands her the Sword) My deepest regrets.
            Fairy: (Throws the Sword away) NOOO!!  You can’t walk away now, it could be a thousand years before I find another prince in this realm!
          Prince: Perhaps if you expanded your search radius, you would have more effective results.  (Walks away)
            Wicked Fairy: (To Fairy) Ha ha, foiled again!  I win, I win, I win!
            Fairy: For now, oh wicked one, but good always triumphs over evil!
            Wicked Fairy: Hardly.  I – where’s he going?
           Fairy: Huh?  (They hear footsteps running up the palace stairs and they magic themselves to the tower where the Princess is sleeping.  They see the Prince lightly kiss her awake)
            Princess: (Briefly opens her eyes) Five more minutes.  (Rolls over and dozes off)
            Fairy: (To Prince) What was that?!  All that moaning and groaning and you did it anyway?!
          Prince: I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.  (Looks around at the waking kingdom, then down at the Sleeping Princess, and shrugs) Eh.