I give you permission to start making fun of me if I do not meet this goal.
I am going to write at least a large portion of the "[sic]" screenplay this week, because I have ideas and I want to put it off no more. Unlike the secretivity of "Eileen," I am going to write this screenplay in the open, and you will all make comments, and it will all be good.
Please recall the opening segment:
[Camera in on man running. Camera moves with the man.] This is Michael. Today, Michael is reasonably happy with his life. Tomorrow, however, Michael will turn 30, and tomorrow Michael will weep. Tomorrow, Michael will look back at the previous thirty years and see a washed-out trail of a life, a life that has impacted no one, confronted no one, interested no one. Tomorrow, Michael will look at who he is today and see that he has violated every moral boundary he has ever set for himself. Tomorrow, Michael will look ahead at the next forty years and see himself marking time in a parade of billions, wasting time until he expires on the same day as 200,000 anonymous souls. Tomorrow, Michael will look at his life after death for God and instead see black upon black upon black. That is tomorrow. And then there is the day after tomorrow, where Michael’s life will change forever in an inexplicable and unbelievable way.
[Cut to black.] This film is not his story.
Okay then.
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Realization of the week:
The actor who played the leader of the New Main Street Singers (not Paul Dooley; the younger guy) was the also lovely "I'm not comfortable with that" lawyer on Ally McBeal.
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.
