Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Rotating House, Mid-Bay

Near Alcatraz, a large house turns and turns on the bay. People tour it, and if they eat anything, they will be charged exorbitant fees, like $15 for a few almonds. There are no signs stating this, and you press the issue with the caretaker of the place.
Outside, you've been given a needle to the neck, and you're unsure what effect it will have on you. The drug makes you honest. You're pissed about the almonds. Such a relief to say so! Then the sex.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Gigi's Parents' House
On the road home, the old Land Cruiser you're riding in is driven by a friend along a mountain highway, where there are trees and wildlife. You glimpse a black tiger.
Am I Forgetting Something?
Write a spec show, get an agent, be a cast member, be noticed after prolonged or brief persistence a la Charlie Kauffman, Steve Carell, Kristen Wiig. Work your face off a la Zach Galifinakis. Be prepared to not feel as though you've arrived.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
My Boloney Has A First Name
What is most visible is a red, 3-D cartoon-style, juicy-looking heart. It is floating within a simple drawing or representation of a person sitting in a chair. Suddenly, the heart itself rises up through this loose body, above the head, moving freely for the first time. The body has loosened it self into the position that allows this to happen, and the big heart is now buoyant and strong.
Broken People Grieving
Their father has died, and there are a few adult children and a wife wandering contemplatively around on an outside deck which is attached to a house or building near the water's edge. A 35 y.o man, wearing black rimmed glasses, with thinning dark hair, and a short -sleeved plaid cotton button-up shirt, is smoking a cigarette. He and a couple of brothers of different ages, plus the widow, are milling about the place- visible at different times apart- each in their own cubicle of pain.
You're Going To Be Ashes
She is singing a song she wrote, saying, "You're going to be ashes". Slow vocals, that show the singer has thought about how someone will be ashes someday. You see the ashes, loose, in a drawer.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
“The Shining Psycho”, a movie project.
Helen has ALWAYS been the cleaning woman at The Bygones Motel. She empties all waste baskets, replaces used paper cone coffee cups, dumps and wipe ashtrays with wadded up tissue, to (cough) clean sheets, over and over, and over again. Suppresses dry heaves while on the job. What would a few sprays of luminol reveal in any one of those vermin-infested cesspools they call rooms? It's too late now.
Why couldn’t people at least make sure their used tampons made it into the garbage? WHY?
MAYBE the The Bygones-as well as Helen- would love to purge itself once and for all of two bit hookers and fat, middle aged johns, sundry criminals, meth heads, and assorted fools who’d checked in at the ends of their ropes? Was The Bygones to being using Helen as its tool to enact THE ULTIMATE CLEAN UP??
Helen kills the Bygones’ night manager's mother in the middle of the night. Helen's had enough of Louise’s “helpful hints” on how to do her job better, for fuck’s sake. Whatever, Louise. HELEN HAS A PASS KEY.
A few things need cleaning. TONIGHT:
- Jack’s mother, Louise is found on her bed (in her permanent room at The Bygones), covered in rotting food, with cockroaches crawling in and out of every orifice. Her face has been cleaved off.
- Speed freak hooker found hanging by a makeshift noose from shower head with shower curtain hooks pulled through her eyelids, lots of them, so that the curtain hangs in front of dead body as if she was meant enter the afterlife modestly.
3. Fat, middle aged john found anally impaled with toilet plunger handle. His own pocket knife has been duct taped to the end of the plunger to achieve an smoother impaling.
Shit Giggles Over This
Live life partly as an upside down giant squid or octopus, with tentacles alternately spread and clustered dangerously. Self-propelled, then carried by currents.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Principle Of Contravalence
You feel so incredibly useless, so guilty, so undistinguished, but for the basket on your back and the carrying of the dog in your arms-- then you drop her. You feel ineffectual, depressed, tired of the status quo, uninspired, unproductive,. disillusioned, scared, and embarrassingly underachieved, without the ability to find your true purpose.
Close-up Of Ranting Immig(rant)
Dark skin, black beard and hair, grey tooth, drinking problem, premature aging.
Speaks of his family and how one night he drank so much, his pillow got wet from drool.
Camera loves him.
Camera loves him.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Relax Jaw For All Success Personal, Professional, And Private.
The hook of the story is simple. It is a story of a programmer....
............a helicopter pilot who....
............a lawyer who........
.............a clinician who......
.......a doctor who.........
......an underachiever who achieves big
......a _______________ist who becomes violently jealous when blithely left by a girlfriend
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new costume ideas:
black/smoky "sunglass" which covers entire face and beyond, and is in shape of heart.
Roy Orbisphere
As I approach my guides, I realize that the basin, fountain, or like-structure is not made of ivory, but of my own bones.
!
I am given a large, spherical object made of my bone matter, which I ceremoniously, yet simply, lay into a semi-spherical concave seat. Then, it floats/hovers. the main, irreversible fact: it is done.
"Night Mirror"
It's a romance set as a murder mystery. Protagonist is the murderer. Woman falls in love w/her.
Mariska Hargitay plays a serial killer, with motivations like Dexter's from the popular television series. Her character actually employs some of Dexter's tactics, and her dreams tell her who to kill, and why to kill.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Perfidy Lite
1. "There is the voice (in my head), and here I am listening to it."
2. The mind is an asshole.
3. It was a terrible, rainy afternoon, and who do I see out in front? Walter Matthau. He's got a long, heavy coat on with a Racing Form sticking out of the pocket, and he's looking down at the gutter. Here I am in this nice, warm limo. And there he is, this grumpy guy surrounded by a cold, miserable world. The look on his face says, "What's ever going to happen for me? Nothin'!" So I tell the driver to pull alongside him and stop. Now Walter's watching the limo. I roll the window down, look at him, and say, "I fucked Yvonne De Carlo!" Then I roll the window back up in a hurry and tell the driver to get the hell out of there.
2. The mind is an asshole.
3. It was a terrible, rainy afternoon, and who do I see out in front? Walter Matthau. He's got a long, heavy coat on with a Racing Form sticking out of the pocket, and he's looking down at the gutter. Here I am in this nice, warm limo. And there he is, this grumpy guy surrounded by a cold, miserable world. The look on his face says, "What's ever going to happen for me? Nothin'!" So I tell the driver to pull alongside him and stop. Now Walter's watching the limo. I roll the window down, look at him, and say, "I fucked Yvonne De Carlo!" Then I roll the window back up in a hurry and tell the driver to get the hell out of there.
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