The first scene of my upcoming movie, Rose, Tulip, Dandilion, Me, or some title more explicit regarding the topic of the film.
We see an establishing shot of Julie and Nathan, who talk in an unaffected style. They are sitting underneath a tree. It is a largish tree. Cut to Julie (and cut back and forth between the talkers).
Julie: This is a nice day.
Nathan: Yes. Yes it is.
Julie: What?
Nathan: I was agreeing with you, as I also hold the opinion that today is a day beautiful.
Julie: Oh. [pause] Because it is. A nice day.
Nathan: Yes. I have gotten that clear impression from you.
Julie: [pause] Unreasonably nice, though, almost, don't you think?
Nathan: How mean you?
Julie: In that, you, one might believe that today is not as nice as it may be made out to be. Mind-wise.
Nathan: Mind-wise.
Julie: I am saying that one might believe that the day is nicer than the day actually is.
Nathan: That is horrible logic, Julie. Do you not understand the basic premises of --
Julie: I do.
Nathan: -- of subjective and objective truths, in that it is simply impossible for one to believe that a day is nicer than a day truly is, because a day's niceness is a quality that is thrust upon it by the observer.
Julie: I --
Nathan: Because can science say, "Oh, hello, I am science, and I believe that today is nice, because I have these statistics regarding --
Julie: You, sir, are perfectly aware that I was merely equating my view of the niceness of today with --
Camera starts slowly panning up the tree, and continues through "Didn't you ever go to." Julie: -- what is the overwhelming and prevailing view of the populace on the topic of the warmth of temperatures, and --
Nathan: [Angrily.] The warmth of temperatures?!?
Julie: [Agast.] I meant --
Nathan: You are putting a subjective term in front of an objective measurement like "temperature"?!? How can a temperature be nice? Weather is warm. Temperatures are high, or temperatures are low. Didn't you ever go to...
At the beginning of that last phrase, the camera is upon a piece of computer equipment that is stuck to the tree, and seemingly part of it. It falls. Nathan's speech is interrupted by Julie's scream. And...cut to opening credits.
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Things I do not know. Why I am seemingly obsessed with trees in my play and screenplay writing.
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Anti-lethargy. Updated. I am not doing so bad, so far.
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Contest results. Tomorrow. 5:00P.
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Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor? Because you can. And you know you want to.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
