I have a vague memory of being in the depths of study either in college or medical school and coming across this dialogue on a bulletin board (I’m old enough to have seen the birth of the internet) or else being a cc on an email (again, when email was called e-mail and dragons were still a thing). 30 years later and this is the version that comes closest to what I had in my head when I first read it (and reread it again and again) way back when. The girl in the pink on the couch in the back is the physical manifestation of what was going on in this meat’s head whenever he’d read it. Kudos to all the meat who brought this gem to life.
That's a LITTLE slightly different take on the work, and now that I think of it, maybe a little closer to Bisson's intent? (loved the expressions of revulsion and imitation of sheer nausea ^_^ )
I love bother versions of this that Andy did, but there’s something about his delivery in the first half of this that just blows me away. That cadence of delivery of someone who’s looked too deep into the abyss to have any fucks to give left, taking a mildly sadistic pleasure in sharing the insanity. Feels like Mondays.
Honestly liked this rendition quite a lot better than this other popular version. There was less cold detachment here and it made me connect with the piece more. Great stuff from some wonderful people :) Other version: ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-7tScAyNaRdQ.html&ab_channel=niccollsdp
