Movie Idea:

Unbearably pleasant music plays throughout the credits and all the while random reality TV ’stars’ prance around and dance a general sort of ballet. As the credits finish rolling, they all drop dead.

The End.

For the trailers, we will promote the fact that we have all these reality jerks in their first starring roles.

Millions would come. Production costs: a few hundred dollars. Marketing: underground, guerilla. Opening weekend: smash hit!

People are sheeps, but also monkeys. Monkeys because they like to throw poop at each other. That poop is called reality TV.

In the grand unveiling of my new screenplay page, I wanted just the right image to describe how exciting it is.

In this process I got interested in excellent photography produced by the venerable LOMO LC-A. It occupied me for a little over two days until I remembered why I was looking for great photography. But back to the lomo’s imagery:

The stuff that so intrigued me is produced by cross processing film in chemicals normally meant for 35mm film. The effect is a graceful and sometimes filled with strange and unnatural colors.

Every respectable Communist should have a LOMO KOMPAKT AUTOMAT of their own.
-lomography.com

I am not a communist so luckily I found a tutorial that teaches how to get the same effect with digital images.

Without further interruption, here is the image to introduce my new page:

If you want to continue to read Lies in Lullabies visit: Screenplay Refinery

And here is the original image so you can see what I mean:

In fact I can never really focus. My brain is right/left mismanaged. Plus I stole Jed’s idea and tried to improve it frivolously. Isn’t that what creativity is all about anyway? Stealing? So here is my newest project.

Music Refinery: The mp3 blog v1.0

How it came about:
Coincidence

Coincidental reminiscence - part the first:
I was looking at my eighty seven ’70’s style wallpapers and my eighty seven days of music. It was only natural to merge them into a sight and sound buffet for all interested and hungry parties.

Itunes is set to random. I am not going to stop it. Each day I will garner a song that strikes me or makes my ears dance, (like Yoda’s ears dance) and place it in a space and decorate that space with some gaudy wallpaper.

Don’t forget to get the RSS feed.

I waited in line, conscious of the caress of mild greasy air. I heard the music of the merry-go-round. The music passed in an instant, as the first bars of a sudden music always does, over the fantastic fabrics of the mind. Dissolved painlessly and noislessly as spilled lemonade dissolves the cotton-candy batons of children.

Three dollars to fry my soul with battered pig remains. The corn ebbed in my mouth forcing the ebbing words through my brain:

That great fried-star of morning-tide
O corn of corns and dog of dogs
The shining sword of carnies hide
Scraped from God’s farm’s farthest hogs
Rendered fried with breath of life
Strikes, fights, kills, my butt with strife

Everyone knows that network executives are worse people than Rush Limbaugh, as is displayed by such shows as Fear Factor starring idiots from the Real World and Road Rules. I don’t know why suicide isn’t encouraged for the person who came up with that one. Not to mention American Idol and it’s 17 bastard children (i.e. America’s got Talent.) I tried to watch TV last night to get my mind off my broken database. It made me relish the time spent trying to recover it. That was way better than anything on TV.

But today there are less TV executives I want banished to a floating prison in the middle of the Atlantic. Here is why: Futrama will return!

I still stand by the following words, but with less swearing.

I’d like to propose a toast to TV executives, they’re really great…at being jerks, who are stupid, and whose big ugly faces are as dumb as a butt. They molest the best shows and expect them to survive in an america where 99% of the tv viewers are ass faced morons who would watch anything, including an intelligently written program, if it was simply aired every week at the same time and wasn’t preempted for the mindless drivel that is a two hour The Simple Life special. Thus causing them to forget what Arrested Development is because their heads have imploded from the stupidity disembogued upon them by network executives.

I signed the “save Arrested Development petition” today. This is the second time I have signed a petition and garnished it with a curse word for the FOX executives.

I signed the “save Futurama petition” too. I don’t know how far back, it was 2002 sometime but luckily I was still under toad hypnosis so I didn’t blow up my TV. Even though I was once arrested for blowing up a bomb I made in ceramics class. Community service is not all it’s cracked up to be. Twenty hours painting a fence is as bad as it sounds.

I don’t know why I always get sidetracked, too much TV I guess. But now I have all the episodes of The Simpsons, Futurama and AD on my computer and never have to… whatever commercials make you do. Anyway, back to Futurama:

The art director for Futurama once said:

Futurama was cancelled because there was nobody at Fox at the time who cared enough about it to give it the proper time slot.

It’s possible they don’t care what I write in my blog either, but if we lived up to the wonderful piece of literature that is the Futurama petition they would care:

We are informing you of a boycott of FOX [et al.] …to get our favorite FOX show back on the air.
…we will [also] be boycotting every product shown on those stations…

I admit that I didn’t initially live up to my part of the bargain and still watched Simpson’s reruns, but no more. Oh no. Never again will the F– network be spoken of, or channel surfed to, in my house.

I apologize for the cursing. Not enough cursing. I do try to keep this blog PG. Just know that I am thinking so many more than I type.

Until they bring back AD my boycott continues. Also please join me in boycotting Ford. Reason being: ad. I actually broke my remote trying to change the channel or turn it off or anything. The most obvioius sense that America is going straight to hell is the hottest bachelor of 2006.

I guess I wouldn’t make a very good network executive because if someone told me we could market this guy and women everywhere would be in love with him, I would shoot them in the face. Shows what I know.