#clucking

While we were playing Hunt: Showdown together, we ended up passing by a chicken coop, and I took the opportunity to start clucking like a chicken, which clearly got to her. I teased her by asking if she wanted to join in, to which she denied it. I then just told her to cluck, but she was still resisting, so I planted the seed of a suggestion in her mind by stating that the longer she went without clucking like a chicken, the more it would stick in her mind, especially if she heard chicken noises (either from me or from the game). The harder it would be to focus on anything else as it slowly consumed her thoughts.

It was pretty slow, especially as Hunt: Showdown repeatedly required our focus where I would stop teasing her as we had to deal with other players or bosses. But during long stretches of running throughout the map, I would keep teasing her with chicken noises of my own, and eventually she would start clucking back, very embarrassed at the fact. I kept leaning into it, and eventually while we were at the lobby, I brought her deep into trance, making her constantly make chicken noises and then making her stand up to walk around, bobbing her head and flapping her arms like a chicken. (Which given this was over a voice call, I couldn't see, but that didn't matter to me.) This was especially embarrassing for her because she's a therian (I won't say which species, but it's not a chicken). She's stated repeatedly she loves being made to act like other animals, and so this all was very fucking hot to her, and to me as well, honestly. I think I've gotten into making subjects feel embarrassed, it's been very fun~

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Anthony Perkins discusses the Human Predicament with Janet Leigh in 1960′s Psycho, directed by the mæstro, Alfred Hitchcock. Life’s emptiness, the private traps from which we never escape, one’s mother, and other topics are covered. Perkins, who portrays motel proprietor Norman Bates, delivers a stunning, bravura performance, easily spanning the morass between the eagerness of a lonely man who suddenly finds a companion, and the resignation of one who knows he is utterly beaten.

The mood at Bates motel undergoes something of a sea change, as Janet Leigh inadvertently sets it right up on a tee for Anthony Perkins, whose reaction ranges from the utterly incredulous, to a very nearly open hostility, to a quasi-reassuring resignation. Further brilliance from Perkins, who shows astonishing command and control. Perhaps, next time, Leigh will opt for skipping the well-meant suggestion to put Norman’s mother “in...some place”, where thick tongues click, and whatnot.

When the dogged Milton Arbogast, tireless in his pursuit of the truth (and beautifully portrayed by the great Martin Balsam), arrives on the scene, Norman Bates faces a new kind of challenge: a very sharp, determined, subtle investigator. When Norman’s version of events begins to ever so slightly falter, Arbogast brings out the big guns, and proclaims “If it doesn’t gel, it isn’t aspic....and this ain’t gelling.” Stunned silence fills the entire Universe, and an entire epoch is re-defined. Bates is suitably gobsmacked. Truly marvelous and highly skilled performances full of nuance, especially from Anthony Perkins and Martin Balsam.