Friday, September 23, 2011

A-Z, Time t.o. Go To MO...& NH via IA

Samoans! Malaysians! Cue Ball Heads & Fu Manchus! Now, the "Kill McMurphy Injun?" Gimmie a break! NO BLACKMAIL--NO CRIMES--NO SPYING!!! 
Fun facts about William V:

Total president PAC $ for this quarter: $60
Persons in California I Trust: None
Destination in Missouri: WMMHC [Not “secret code,” Kenny. I was the boss for a day there]
Age: 56
Eyes: Brown
Name of Girlfriend: None
Favorite Rock Band: Not The Beatles no more. I’m thinking on it.
Favorite Movies: Network, Nashville, Apocalypse Now, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Casablanca, Alien, Dr. Strangelove, Fail Safe, [am I HH’s grandson yet? Not yet?]
Personal Preferences: Write a screenplay scene now, and don’t grab the Chinese whore’s ass who is to my right at this moment:

EXT. MINING TOWN OUTSKIRTS – CONTINUOUS

The Jeep comes to a stop in a light cloud of dust. A bar has been spotted. Cinderblock building, pocked with bullet holes and even a mortar round or two--the beckoning sign is simply a neon martini glass.

LIGHT
Look good?

BILL
Looks too good. Like everything around here.

LIGHT
Weapons?

BILL
Nah.

They enter the bar.

CUT TO:

INT. MINING TOWN BAR – CONTINOUS

The décor is skulls & native garb, as if many have died for merely ordering a drink. Our boys sit at the bar. The BARTENDER, not oddly, looks European.

BARTENDER
Gentlemen?

LIGHT
Scotch. Not picky.

BILL
Local beer. I’ll risk it.

BARTENDER
Right away.

Write-write, read-read. "No problem."

READING LIST:
“Solid and Liquid Waste Drying Bag,” by Hogan, Fisher, & Ames Research Center. It's about NASA shit.

One of the many reasons "they" don't ever want me president:
"Good morning, this is NASA."
"This is the president. Lock the doors."

No comments:

Post a Comment