Fast-developing stories do matter, and right now, Facebook isn’t very good at telling them. Even its own.” —
The only story Facebook is interested in telling is the story of your life, chronologically. And humans are so much bigger than that.(via meganwest)
Wait. No. Apparently, that was the working title. The actual title I went with was SPLIT OPEN.
Just a taste (this scene is between the protagonist and her teenage son):
What are you studying right now?
A sparkle in Dylan’s eye about the subject.
Kennedy and stuff. Did you know that Nixon lost the 1960 election because he didn’t wear any makeup for a TV debate?
At the time, you were four, Dill, and your sister was six. I didn’t pay much attention to all that.
Did you notice if Nixon wore makeup in ‘68, though?
He didn’t look as bad as he did earlier.
I bet that’s why he won. Even if not everyone voted for him. Did you, Mom?
Anna’s face clouds, as she FLASHES BACK…
INT. VOTING BOOTH — 1968 ELECTION
Anna has the punching pin in hand, hovering above the section for president. The pin comes down, and it looks for a second that she’s going to vote for Nixon…
But then she firmly punches the hole for Humphrey, and moves on to the next section.
INT. DINING ROOM — SAME
Anna shakes herself out of it when Dylan repeats his question:
Well, Mom? Did you vote for Nixon?
She directs her attention to her dinner, and an awkward silence descends.
AN AWKWARD SILENCE DESCENDS. Guys, please try to hide your jealousy at my PURE RAW WRITING TALENT. I know it’s hard, but TRY.
The times I’ve attempted to write time travel narratives, I tend to lean towards multiple diverging timelines — I enjoy the fantasy of being able to alter events. But I also really enjoy single timeline narratives (“Prisoner of Azkaban” comes immediately to mind). So really the answer is both? But if death is not an option, multiple timelines.
HAH. Oh, wow. I don’t remember the title, but it was the first full screenplay I ever wrote and it was HILARIOUSLY bad: A 1970s housewife finds the strength to escape her marriage by writing a book about Eleanor Roosevelt’s lesbian affair. I WISH I WERE MAKING THAT UP. But for some reason, 19-year-old me thought Eleanor Roosevelt would make a great topic for a screenplay. I should put up excerpts sometime.
…but holy crap did it know how to name an episode.
- “She’s Ruining Everything”
- “If You Ever Want A French Lesson”
- “It’s Gonna Kill Me, But I’ll Do It”
- “A Whole New Kind Of Bitch”
- “The Poor Kids Do It Everyday”
- “Oh Gawd, There’s Two of Them?”
- “Maybe We Can Get A Dog Instead?”
- “Shut Up And Eat Your Bologna”
- “That’s What You Get For Trying To Kill Me”
- “It Just Got Normal”
- “What Are You Doing Here, Ho-Bag?”
- “It’s Easy to Cry When This Much Cash is Involved”
- “Whores Don’t Make That Much”
- “P.s. You’re An Idiot”
- “You’re Way Too Pretty To Go To Jail”
- “What We Have Is Worth The Pain”
- “That Woman’s Never Been A Victim Her Entire Life”
- “Let’s Kill Bridget”
- “If You’re Just An Evil Bitch Then Get Over It”
- “It’s Called Improvising, Bitch!”
- “I’m The Good Twin”
That’s three “Bitch”es, three “Kill”s, one “Shut Up,” one “Whores,” one “Ho-bag.” In case you weren’t paying attention.
Larry tries to warn Balki that the lottery is too much of a longshot—then a frantic search ensues when Balki’s lost ticket just might have won him the $28-million jackpot.
You guys, this blog is still happening. We’re on season four now! Only four more seasons after that!
Actually, they’re being waaaaaaay too kind. I wasn’t suggesting toxoplasmosis as a metaphor for memes. I was suggesting that memes are an emergent form of life that use humans to propagate.
We always talk about this stuff with us (humans) at the center. Maybe we’re just nodes that happen to have a flicker of self awareness.
Later, when someone writes a Matrix-esque film about how the sentient Internet actually created humanity so that it could exist, I want to see Kenyatta credited as an EP.(via spytap)