Potpourri - Monday 7/16

[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

When the students arrived at the main campfire on Tuesday they would see there were a stack of plain looking tribal drums on a table. On Buster's table there was a basket full of glitter, glue, feathers and other moddable decorating stuff. When everyone was seated Buster clapped his hands (he was wearing his fake hand today) together and began to speak.



"Heeeeeey everyone. So today we are going to learn a bit about Indian Tribal Ceremonies. Indians lived here in America before Christopher Columbus came and gave all of them syphilis. Busy man, that guy. They didn't wear shirts and were the inventors of face painting." said Buster. He had no idea what he was talking about. "And they are also the ones who defeated the dinosaurs. Obviously they didn't do a very good job of it."

"Anyways, Indians used to drums to express how they feel during these ceremonies. They also um...drummed. A lot." Buster said. He paused for a moment. "Use every part of the buffalo."

"So you've got your drums on that table over there. They're a little plain but that's why I've got all this stuff from the store!" he said, sticking his fake hand in the basket on his desk. When he pulled it out it was covered in glitter and feathers. "Decorate them up! Try not to get any of the feathers near your face. You could poke an eye out."

"After you're done decorating them I'm going to give you a ceremony the Indians performed back in the day." said Buster. "And you just play what you feel. Maybe include a little dance or something...lyrics are always encouraged! And you get to keep the drums. Perhaps you can play at a Bar Mitzvah or something."

"And as a special added bonus that has nothing to do with the lecture, Chad was kind enough to bring in his kitty cat!" said Buster excitedly. "I love it when you guys get involved like this!"

"Oh, and before I forget. Next week we are going to learn how to be neither seen nor heard. So wear something that's inconspicuous." he said. "Sweater vests are always good. Nothing that makes you look like a trashy whore."


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Drum!

[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

This is where Buster will assign you a ceremony. A real one. He's totally not making these up off the top of his head. Really. Feel free to make up lyrics! Buster would give you a prize but he gave them all away last semester. Still, you could ask for one and see what he gives you.

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[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff was still staring at his drum. "...What's it for?" he asked, tapping the skin with his fingers. It may have been to the rhythm of 'The Bad Touch'.

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[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

"Okay Jeff. You're ceremony is going to be about..." Buster held up a clipboard and pretended to look over it. There was actually nothing written there.

"Dr. Pepper. Yes, Dr. Pepper was an Indian. Not a very good doctor but a great drink maker." Buster said. "I want you to perform a song about the 23 delicious flavors of Dr. Pepper."

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[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"...Okay," Jeff said, totally lost. None the less, he started banging away on the drum, singing something garbled about holding out, stout, Doctor Indians and women. It might have actually made for a decent Broadway hit if he'd remembered the actual amount of flavors Buster had mentioned and hadn't ended up with something slightly more obscene instead.

He really got into it near the end.

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[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

Buster wasn't sure why, but he was blushing towards the end of Jeff's song. "That was...oddly dirty for a song about soda."

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[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Well, you know," Jeff said, slightly uncomfortable now that he'd stopped performing, "These things are bound to happen when you're shaking it..."

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[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn was a bit confused about all of this ceremony stuff.

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[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

"Alrighty Gwynn. Did you know that the Indians had a special day set aside for that mystical stage in life, menopause?" Buster said. They didn't. "Yes, there was celebration over hot flashes, mood swings and getting old. And that's what I want you to express in your drumming."

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[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn... stared at him. "Huh?"

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[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

"You know...menopause!" Buster unfortunately knew a lot about this thanks to living with his mother his whole life.

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[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

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[imissmydolphin.livejournal.com]

Lucas stared for a few moments, then followed the instructions. Sadly without gusto.

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[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

"Every year a vicious tribe of panda bears attacked Indian tribes all across America. They were led be the evillest panda bear of them all, Claudia." he said. "So, um, I want you to drum about the fear of the Indians and the viciousness of the evil Claudia."

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[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny wasn't sure about this whole ceremony stuff, but he stood resolute and waited for Buster to assign him one.

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[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

"Okay Johnny you will be part of a ceremony about Dairy Queen." he said. "Not the restaurant, the Dairy Queen. She invented waffle cones and ice cream cakes. The Indians were very grateful for her contribution to society. So grateful that they dedicated a fast food restaurant to her."

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[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Was she a cow?"

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[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

"Well, she was a little cherubic but what do you expect? She was surrounded by chocolate and ice cream all the time!" Buster said.

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[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"The Indians should have let her ride one of their many ponies, maybe she wouldn't have gotten so round." Johnny started beating his drum, slowly. "Maybe if she got to ride and bounce everyday it wouldn't matter how much ice cream and chocolate she ate. Let's face it - Dairy makes you think of a cow. Or two. More even." He beat his drum and looked at Buster. "She earned her reputation early on."

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[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

And, thus, Chad and Prince Oscar Pedro were prepared for their ceremony.

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[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

"Okay Chad and kitty. Every year the Indians would celebrate Easter. Except they wouldn't call it Easter they'd call it Wester." Buster said. "And there wasn't a bunny delivering eggs it was a hamster delivering Elmer's glue."

"So I want you to play a little diddy to entice the hamster to your house."

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[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad took a moment to look down at Prince Oscar Pedro; the kitten looked back up at Chad and meowed. Chad grunted. //"Yeah, that's what I thought, too,"// he responded to the cat in Japanese then sighed. //"You got the signing, right?"//

And that he did. Chad beat out a pretty good rhythm (anyone paying extra close attention would recognize it as the drumline from Zeppelin's Kashmir), and the kitten let out a chorus of scratchy meows, sure to entice any hamster, indeed. Especially glue bearing ones. That they were both convinced didn't actually exist, but they could humour someone as much as the next guy.

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[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

"Beautiful!" Buster said, clapping his hands together. "Both of you!"

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[turtle-techie.livejournal.com]

Finished with decorating, Donnie waited for his assigned ceremony. Not that he thought this was authentic, but he was definitely learning to go with the flow in these classes.

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[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

"Did you know that the Indians were the first cross dressers?" Buster said. "They wore skirts and make up! And they loved fashion shows. Mmm hmm, loved them."

"So I want you to play the runway music the Indians would play." he said. "Make it fierce!"

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[turtle-techie.livejournal.com]

"...Runway music?" Donatello asked blankly. "I don't even know what that sounds like."