Verse 1)
The flight of birds, the poetry of words, the form of herds,
As wind flows so does time, as life changes so does mine,
As everything becomes so much more, we can only pity before,
As the plane soars, into heavenly shores, to the tune of doors,
Verse 2)
A miracle of life, was and is ours to behold, our story forever told,
We lay witness to ourselfs, a act no thing has ever known, to give it up would be sin,
Tomorrow the future awaits, no toll at the neon gates, a destiny of a billion fates
Hate only ever complicates, it must be love we purchase, we protect, we care for.
Chorus)
That bird flies over moutains and violent seas, as easily as we speak our name,
It is it's calling, it's destiny, as to create our future is ours.
We tender the most noble and sacret of quality. intellect. thought. dreams.
We are the sailors of the stars, the riders of the storm, the breakers of bars,
We head into a promised tomorrow open eyes, as we break free of earth into burning skies.
Verse 3)
Friday, 28 January 2011
Thursday, 27 January 2011
Hugh & Me - A Book about a bloke
It sat there. the bloke. square and oblong.
Wait that's block. Bloke = guy in u.k :) (Any one of who doesn't know :) )
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I Love Hugh
Written by Antony Wells
"Get out!" she screamed at him. Like a lion protecting it's food.
"But..." his reply cut short by the sound of a vase crashing against the wall.
"Calm down you crazy.." "Crazy!?! CRAZY! ARGHH!!!!"
"Oh crap.." he thought as he run towards the door from the 'crazy' lady.
He reached the street, his heart beating. His romance over. His life changed.
"Jesus." was all he could muster.
"Don't forget your toothbrush!!!" She screamed flinging it from the window at him.
"At least she hasn't lost her sense of humor." he never thought, as the brush hit him perfectly between the eye. "Ouch!" he yelped.
"Should I call?"
"Yeah call her!" she retorted defiantely.
"You sure?"
"ARGHH!!!!"
She slammed the window shut.
"...I was only joking..." he mumbled...walking away.
"So that's what happened. She left me." he said to the therapist.
"Interesting."
He replied.
"...Is that all you ever say?"
"I find most things interesting." he quipped backwards.
"Interesting."
"It's good you havn't lost your sense of humor. Jokes keep the soul afloat."
"It was more apathy."
"Lost faith? It is never good to lose one's faith. In life, in love. In whatever drives you forward."
"Intereting."
"Precisely, it is. Many things are interesting. Find those things. Enrich your life." he offered.
"Just go to the life store hmm. Pick one up?"
"Life isn't so simple. But it doesn't have to much more complicated. Instead of a 'Life store' why not, and I remember your love of Yoga, a yoga course?"
"....I'm not really a people person."
"You were with her for eight years?"
"It was on off. We broke up more times than the Beatles."
"Ah yes. Well, it is life experience. It is foundation. Use it wisely, do not simply let it fade away. Filter your new experiences through this."
"It's easy said, but..."
"No. It is easy period. I am not speaking out of intellecual whimsy. I speak from a life fraught with many highs and lows."
"Care to share?"
"Hah! Well, for example, I was recently nominated for the Noble Prize."
"Really?"
"Yes! It's quite exciting."
"Does that mean you're going to start charging more."
"For you? Of course not. For new clients? Hehehe."
"Professionality is a key."
"Quite quite!"
"So what do you suggest?"
"Just be happy my friend. Live and smile. Smile and dream. Dream and wish. Wish and be. Be."
"I think our time is up."
"That's my line!" they laughed.
"Same time the next?"
"Sure, sure. Bring money." he said with a smirk.
"For you my friend, I bring the world."
He patted him on the shoulder. and walks out.
Wait that's block. Bloke = guy in u.k :) (Any one of who doesn't know :) )
-----
I Love Hugh
Written by Antony Wells
"Get out!" she screamed at him. Like a lion protecting it's food.
"But..." his reply cut short by the sound of a vase crashing against the wall.
"Calm down you crazy.." "Crazy!?! CRAZY! ARGHH!!!!"
"Oh crap.." he thought as he run towards the door from the 'crazy' lady.
He reached the street, his heart beating. His romance over. His life changed.
"Jesus." was all he could muster.
"Don't forget your toothbrush!!!" She screamed flinging it from the window at him.
"At least she hasn't lost her sense of humor." he never thought, as the brush hit him perfectly between the eye. "Ouch!" he yelped.
"Should I call?"
"Yeah call her!" she retorted defiantely.
"You sure?"
"ARGHH!!!!"
She slammed the window shut.
"...I was only joking..." he mumbled...walking away.
"So that's what happened. She left me." he said to the therapist.
"Interesting."
He replied.
"...Is that all you ever say?"
"I find most things interesting." he quipped backwards.
"Interesting."
"It's good you havn't lost your sense of humor. Jokes keep the soul afloat."
"It was more apathy."
"Lost faith? It is never good to lose one's faith. In life, in love. In whatever drives you forward."
"Intereting."
"Precisely, it is. Many things are interesting. Find those things. Enrich your life." he offered.
"Just go to the life store hmm. Pick one up?"
"Life isn't so simple. But it doesn't have to much more complicated. Instead of a 'Life store' why not, and I remember your love of Yoga, a yoga course?"
"....I'm not really a people person."
"You were with her for eight years?"
"It was on off. We broke up more times than the Beatles."
"Ah yes. Well, it is life experience. It is foundation. Use it wisely, do not simply let it fade away. Filter your new experiences through this."
"It's easy said, but..."
"No. It is easy period. I am not speaking out of intellecual whimsy. I speak from a life fraught with many highs and lows."
"Care to share?"
"Hah! Well, for example, I was recently nominated for the Noble Prize."
"Really?"
"Yes! It's quite exciting."
"Does that mean you're going to start charging more."
"For you? Of course not. For new clients? Hehehe."
"Professionality is a key."
"Quite quite!"
"So what do you suggest?"
"Just be happy my friend. Live and smile. Smile and dream. Dream and wish. Wish and be. Be."
"I think our time is up."
"That's my line!" they laughed.
"Same time the next?"
"Sure, sure. Bring money." he said with a smirk.
"For you my friend, I bring the world."
He patted him on the shoulder. and walks out.
The most cinematic door opening ever
INT - OUTSIDE, BY THE DOOR - Sometime in the 50th century.
Dirk approaches the door. his hands tremble. slowly he turns the handle.
it opens.
Hey, what did you expect, it's a door?
:) just a joke post :)
Dirk approaches the door. his hands tremble. slowly he turns the handle.
it opens.
Hey, what did you expect, it's a door?
:) just a joke post :)
Red Dwarf 7 Episode 1 - "Another Universe"
INT - RED DWARF, DEEP SPACE - So far in the future words don't do it justice.
Lister is walking down the decks of the mighty dwarf. He is eating pot noodles.
Cat walks along side him.
LISTER
We've invented time travel, stopped Hitler from being born,
invented quantum computing, yet they still can't make a good pot noodle.
CAT
Can't you see I'm busy?
LISTER
Busy? You?
CAT
I resent the implication I'm a one dimensional self obbessed...hey...not bad...
He notices himself in a mirror conviently on the wall.
CAT
Some would say I'm unlucky that woman kind is extinct. But looking at me
right now...they're the unlucky ones.
LISTER
Come on will you, I really don't want to stop and taste this. *gestures pot noodle*
CAT
In a moment. I've never noticed it before but, my ass is amazing.
LISTER
Really?
CAT
It's so taught and firm. like a welsh moutain or...a crocidile's head.
LISTER
Are you done?
CAT
I'm going to need a smoke
LISTER
Come on!
He drags him away from the mirror.
INT - LISTER AND RIMMER'S QUATERS - MOMENT LATERS
Rimmer is playing chess with one of the scutter bugs.
RIMMER
Your move.
The scuttler considers it's move.
It then moves, check-mating Rimmer.
RIMMER
You've always had it in for me havn't you. Sitting there, pretending not to, when all along,
everytime I turn my back you give me the finger don't you?
The scutle bug gestures no left and right.
RIMMER
Marvalous. Ridiculed by a vaccume cleaner. A new low.
LISTER
Partying hard I see rimmer.
RIMMER
Men do not win by partying. Men win by playing chess.
LISTER
Who won?
RIMMER
Winning isn't important.
CAT
Congratulations little guy.
RIMMER
Oh...smeg off.
CAT
We would have invited you to come with us.
RIMMER
Why didn't you?
LISTER
You might have said yes.
RIMMER screws his face up and gives Lister the two finger salute.
RIMMER
And double for you. *quickly points at Cat*
Kryen walks into the room, holding a load of washing.
KRYTEN
Ah humans, perfect.
LISTER
Sorry Krites, this is the only shirt i have with sleeve holes.
CAT
No go metal head, these clothes are washed by hand, in the perfect lighting.
KRYTEN
*pause*Rimmer?
RIMMER
Oh great, it's national 'let's take the piss out of the hologram' day. Brillant.
KRYTEN
Was that good sir?
LISTER
Perfect.
RIMMER
Oh sod off.
CAT
Easy big guy.
RIMMER
Where the hell is holly?
CAT
Hot date?
RIMMER
How do you know it isn't?
CAT
There's no woman left in the universe?
RIMMER
*pause* Besides that?
CAT
It's you?
RIMMER
*pause* And that.
CAT
Oh I don't know, call it a hunch.
RIMMER
Feline bastard.
LISTER
Holly?
HOLLY *appears on the computer monitor. it is the male first holly*
What's up space dudes?
LISTER
Rimmer's being a dick again.
HOLLY
Want me to turn down his battery again?
RIMMER
I think we all proved that wasn't funny the last time. I nearly saw the light.
LISTER
Nah that was a flash light, we were just messing with you.
RIMMER
I am your commanding officer, as such, you will show me the proper respect. Bastard.
LISTER
Yes mam.
RIMMER
Right. Kryten, send him to the brig.
BRANIGAN
The brig? They fixed it?
:) lol
Lister is walking down the decks of the mighty dwarf. He is eating pot noodles.
Cat walks along side him.
LISTER
We've invented time travel, stopped Hitler from being born,
invented quantum computing, yet they still can't make a good pot noodle.
CAT
Can't you see I'm busy?
LISTER
Busy? You?
CAT
I resent the implication I'm a one dimensional self obbessed...hey...not bad...
He notices himself in a mirror conviently on the wall.
CAT
Some would say I'm unlucky that woman kind is extinct. But looking at me
right now...they're the unlucky ones.
LISTER
Come on will you, I really don't want to stop and taste this. *gestures pot noodle*
CAT
In a moment. I've never noticed it before but, my ass is amazing.
LISTER
Really?
CAT
It's so taught and firm. like a welsh moutain or...a crocidile's head.
LISTER
Are you done?
CAT
I'm going to need a smoke
LISTER
Come on!
He drags him away from the mirror.
INT - LISTER AND RIMMER'S QUATERS - MOMENT LATERS
Rimmer is playing chess with one of the scutter bugs.
RIMMER
Your move.
The scuttler considers it's move.
It then moves, check-mating Rimmer.
RIMMER
You've always had it in for me havn't you. Sitting there, pretending not to, when all along,
everytime I turn my back you give me the finger don't you?
The scutle bug gestures no left and right.
RIMMER
Marvalous. Ridiculed by a vaccume cleaner. A new low.
LISTER
Partying hard I see rimmer.
RIMMER
Men do not win by partying. Men win by playing chess.
LISTER
Who won?
RIMMER
Winning isn't important.
CAT
Congratulations little guy.
RIMMER
Oh...smeg off.
CAT
We would have invited you to come with us.
RIMMER
Why didn't you?
LISTER
You might have said yes.
RIMMER screws his face up and gives Lister the two finger salute.
RIMMER
And double for you. *quickly points at Cat*
Kryen walks into the room, holding a load of washing.
KRYTEN
Ah humans, perfect.
LISTER
Sorry Krites, this is the only shirt i have with sleeve holes.
CAT
No go metal head, these clothes are washed by hand, in the perfect lighting.
KRYTEN
*pause*Rimmer?
RIMMER
Oh great, it's national 'let's take the piss out of the hologram' day. Brillant.
KRYTEN
Was that good sir?
LISTER
Perfect.
RIMMER
Oh sod off.
CAT
Easy big guy.
RIMMER
Where the hell is holly?
CAT
Hot date?
RIMMER
How do you know it isn't?
CAT
There's no woman left in the universe?
RIMMER
*pause* Besides that?
CAT
It's you?
RIMMER
*pause* And that.
CAT
Oh I don't know, call it a hunch.
RIMMER
Feline bastard.
LISTER
Holly?
HOLLY *appears on the computer monitor. it is the male first holly*
What's up space dudes?
LISTER
Rimmer's being a dick again.
HOLLY
Want me to turn down his battery again?
RIMMER
I think we all proved that wasn't funny the last time. I nearly saw the light.
LISTER
Nah that was a flash light, we were just messing with you.
RIMMER
I am your commanding officer, as such, you will show me the proper respect. Bastard.
LISTER
Yes mam.
RIMMER
Right. Kryten, send him to the brig.
BRANIGAN
The brig? They fixed it?
:) lol
Fan-Fic #2 - When Frasier met Larry Or when matter and anti-matter collided
EXT - SOME LOVELY STREET IN L.A, U.S.A - 2004 - 2 Days after the Frasier Finale
Kelsey Krammer is walking down the boardwalk, smiling and whislting a happy tune.
Larry David(Creator of seinfeld btw.), walks out of a store.
"What's your problem?" larry asked rudely.
"Excuse me friend?" Frasier asked, unsure of his problem.
"Well you're living in the same world as me. What's your beef?"
"Do you need change for food?" Frasier asked out of kindness.
"I'm rich! Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty rich."
"Oh sorry, it's just you're dressed like a homeless person." Frasier said quite honestly.
"It's called Monday Mist. I dress according to mood. Anyway can't stop, i'm late for a masturbation contest."
"...I'd offer to lend a hand, but..." Frasier looked disgusted.
"Yeah yeah yeah. You got five thoushand dollars?"
"I do but..."
Larry looked very offended. "You're everything that's wrong with this world."
Frasier smiled "Enjoy your day."
Frasier walked away, the much much bigger man.
Kelsey Krammer is walking down the boardwalk, smiling and whislting a happy tune.
Larry David(Creator of seinfeld btw.), walks out of a store.
"What's your problem?" larry asked rudely.
"Excuse me friend?" Frasier asked, unsure of his problem.
"Well you're living in the same world as me. What's your beef?"
"Do you need change for food?" Frasier asked out of kindness.
"I'm rich! Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty rich."
"Oh sorry, it's just you're dressed like a homeless person." Frasier said quite honestly.
"It's called Monday Mist. I dress according to mood. Anyway can't stop, i'm late for a masturbation contest."
"...I'd offer to lend a hand, but..." Frasier looked disgusted.
"Yeah yeah yeah. You got five thoushand dollars?"
"I do but..."
Larry looked very offended. "You're everything that's wrong with this world."
Frasier smiled "Enjoy your day."
Frasier walked away, the much much bigger man.
A short story about a long journey..."Riders Of The Storm"
Riders Of The Storm
Written by Antony Wells
----
Chapter 1 - "A Brave New Man"
"Thunder roars Sebastian!" his voice bellowed like a giant bell. Almost inorganic in it's tone.
He walked over to his mogohony desk. Patterns worn by the weathers of age. Down he sat, upon the hard sterile chair his friend had gave him for the journey.
"Still thinking?" asked a voice in the distance.
"Am I not a man of thought, or are you a man of silly questions perhaps?" he chuckled to himself. Then waved his friend in. "Come come."
In walked Sebastian, his first officer.
"The seas are harsh my friend." sebastian offered in hope of steering his commander's attention to him.
"In a minute dear friend, I am perparing the charts. A stormy day ahead."
"Bishop awaits you, he has that usual look in his eye."
"Of course. Tell me Sebastian, why did you join me on this adventure?"
"To find a new world? Who would pass up the chance?"
"Many would and have friend. Regardless, it is good to have you by my side."
"Of course Christopher." he replied immaitely.
Christopher stood up, and put his large arm around Sebastian's shoulter.
"Let's go see Bishop before he has a tantrum again hey?" He chuckled.
They walked out onto deck. Rain stormed down like a warning from the heavens. It was not to deter them. They were pioneers. Riders of the Storm.
"Bishop! Ah there you are. What's news?"
"Everything. And nothing. You see...there is a hole in the hull."
"A hole in the hull. Best place for it I suppose." Again he chuckled. "A big one?" he asked.
Bishop hesitated then replied "It's not such the size, more the location. It's beneath the hull."
"The sea?"
"Har har Christopher. Please take this seriously!" his temper flared.
"OK OK! Look, send down the porters and have them mend it. What is the problem?"
"It's not reachable you see. We must find land."
Christopher paused and wondered what his response might be. "Then land we sail."
"Thank you Christopher, I am relieved by your sense." "A thinking man is full of sense, havn't I taught you that?"
"You've taught me many things Christopher. Many many things" They laugh and Christopher pats him on the shoulder. "I am the commander you know." he smiled cheekily.
-----
More to come, i am enjoying this sort of writing more than script writing, it's a bit more organic and less..structured.
Written by Antony Wells
----
Chapter 1 - "A Brave New Man"
"Thunder roars Sebastian!" his voice bellowed like a giant bell. Almost inorganic in it's tone.
He walked over to his mogohony desk. Patterns worn by the weathers of age. Down he sat, upon the hard sterile chair his friend had gave him for the journey.
"Still thinking?" asked a voice in the distance.
"Am I not a man of thought, or are you a man of silly questions perhaps?" he chuckled to himself. Then waved his friend in. "Come come."
In walked Sebastian, his first officer.
"The seas are harsh my friend." sebastian offered in hope of steering his commander's attention to him.
"In a minute dear friend, I am perparing the charts. A stormy day ahead."
"Bishop awaits you, he has that usual look in his eye."
"Of course. Tell me Sebastian, why did you join me on this adventure?"
"To find a new world? Who would pass up the chance?"
"Many would and have friend. Regardless, it is good to have you by my side."
"Of course Christopher." he replied immaitely.
Christopher stood up, and put his large arm around Sebastian's shoulter.
"Let's go see Bishop before he has a tantrum again hey?" He chuckled.
They walked out onto deck. Rain stormed down like a warning from the heavens. It was not to deter them. They were pioneers. Riders of the Storm.
"Bishop! Ah there you are. What's news?"
"Everything. And nothing. You see...there is a hole in the hull."
"A hole in the hull. Best place for it I suppose." Again he chuckled. "A big one?" he asked.
Bishop hesitated then replied "It's not such the size, more the location. It's beneath the hull."
"The sea?"
"Har har Christopher. Please take this seriously!" his temper flared.
"OK OK! Look, send down the porters and have them mend it. What is the problem?"
"It's not reachable you see. We must find land."
Christopher paused and wondered what his response might be. "Then land we sail."
"Thank you Christopher, I am relieved by your sense." "A thinking man is full of sense, havn't I taught you that?"
"You've taught me many things Christopher. Many many things" They laugh and Christopher pats him on the shoulder. "I am the commander you know." he smiled cheekily.
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More to come, i am enjoying this sort of writing more than script writing, it's a bit more organic and less..structured.
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
A musical tribute to Earth - What she was, and what she'll never be again...Thanks "Google"....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLxpoWfpHcE
Here is a song. A kind of song you've never heard before.
Here is a song. A kind of song you've never heard before.
Olegog = Ruled by a Ruling Elite. It's also short for "Google"
Are you aware this world is kept in the shadows by men and women so evil they would murder your kids just for being good at writing beautiful songs?
They would ruin your life.
They shot John Lennon.
They shot Morrision.
They shot Buckley.
They shot JFK.
They shot Presley.
Think about it. Think of one sumpremely talented god of creation that hasn't ended horribly and abrutly.
The good die young? In this world they do...
Have you ever stopped and wondered why T.V shows have become so bad?
Why there are no more Platos? No more Leonardos? No more legends?
Because they are persecuted from birth. Hounded, ridiculed, scanalized(Think Micheal Jackson, Planaski, JFK, Woody Allen, anyone with a god given gift to create and prosper), and eventually removed from mainstream culture.
How do I know?
Because I'm one of them. My life lay in ruins...cos of these people.
I can create songs and games so beautiful. i can program in about 4 languages. I can do it all. Yet I lay on a bed with spikes coming out of it. LITERALLY.
I have nothing. NOTHING. BECAUSE OF THESE PEOPLE.
And your neighbours, and your brothers, and your sisters.....they're watching em all.
They would ruin your life.
They shot John Lennon.
They shot Morrision.
They shot Buckley.
They shot JFK.
They shot Presley.
Think about it. Think of one sumpremely talented god of creation that hasn't ended horribly and abrutly.
The good die young? In this world they do...
Have you ever stopped and wondered why T.V shows have become so bad?
Why there are no more Platos? No more Leonardos? No more legends?
Because they are persecuted from birth. Hounded, ridiculed, scanalized(Think Micheal Jackson, Planaski, JFK, Woody Allen, anyone with a god given gift to create and prosper), and eventually removed from mainstream culture.
How do I know?
Because I'm one of them. My life lay in ruins...cos of these people.
I can create songs and games so beautiful. i can program in about 4 languages. I can do it all. Yet I lay on a bed with spikes coming out of it. LITERALLY.
I have nothing. NOTHING. BECAUSE OF THESE PEOPLE.
And your neighbours, and your brothers, and your sisters.....they're watching em all.
A tribute to Google and all ruling elites...
You have no power.
You live in the shadows.
Lies are your currency.
Murder and treachery your craft.
We stand beautiful, the stars of the universe.
We stand together, too strong for your wickedness.
We are bliss, in a universe of total abandon.
You have no control, just size. Just girth.
You are the fat man of the world.
Living destruction, living murder, living deciet.
And we will not walk quietly into the dark night.
YOU WILL.
You live in the shadows.
Lies are your currency.
Murder and treachery your craft.
We stand beautiful, the stars of the universe.
We stand together, too strong for your wickedness.
We are bliss, in a universe of total abandon.
You have no control, just size. Just girth.
You are the fat man of the world.
Living destruction, living murder, living deciet.
And we will not walk quietly into the dark night.
YOU WILL.
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Fan-Fic #1 - (What no snazzy title?)
Futurama -
Episode 8x01 (Not officially :) lol)
"Braniganman"
INT - FRY'S APARTMENT - THE YEAR 3000
Fry is in bed, having a very vivid, very important dream.
FRY
Fries with that please.
He tussles and turns
His mobile rings to the theme tune of The Simpsons, futuristic techno style.
FRY (Jumping up)
Huh!?
He turns to the communicator and pushes connect.
FRY
This better be Leela.
BENDER
What you talkin bout? Come on fry, you're late for work.
FRY
And you care?
BENDER
Not officially, no. But it makes me look bad.
FRY
Why's that?
BENDER
New work initiative. We each get a sponser to make sure you we do our work.
FRY
....A what?
BENDER
That's what I asked.
FRY
Meh, alright.
BENDER
Brng beer.
FRY
Yeah yeah the usual.
BENDER
Damn right. My fuel cells are dangerously sober.
FRY
Oh right, and they are alcohol based?
BENDER
Well no, coffee would work but that doesn't get you toasted.
FRY
Ah huh. I'm on my way.,
BENDER
Beer!!
FRY
Alright! Alright!
EXT - SPACE, THE FINAL FRONTIER - CONTINOUS
We are outside Branigan's ship. He is speaking to the captain's log.
BRANIGAN
Captain's log, stardate, Today.
We are on a mission of exploration. Kiff's here too.
And...(INTERUPPTED)
KIFF
Uh sir?
BRANIGAN
*loud groan* What now, my martian sidekick?
KIFF
The dilithium chambers are empty.
BRANIGAN
Again!?
KIFF
Yes.
BRANIGAN
Damn it Kiff. How am I expected to break bread with leaders of new worls, when we don't even have any fuel?
KIFF
A good point sir. You bet it all against a date with the alien princess of Nuroba.
BRANIGAN
An equally fair point. You may leave now.
KIFF
The fuel sir?
BRANIGAN
A good man makes his own fuel Kiff.
KIFF
*pause* What does that mean?
BRANIGAN
Precisely dear Kiff, exactly.
TWO BEATS
INT - THE SHIPYARD, LATER THAT DAY
PROFESSOR FARNSWORTH
Good news everyone.
BENDER LEELA FRY ZOIDBERG HERMES
Oh god. Oh crap. *bleep* Oy! Zombie Jesus.
FARNSWORTH
Yes, exciting news indeed.
BENDER
Can I leave my motors to robot science?
FARNSWORTH
We have a mission of mercy. Captain Branigan (Leela rolls her eyes) needs re-fueling...
BENDER
That's not too bad actually.
FARNSWORTH
...in the galaxy of terror.
BENDER
Yep.
TWO BEATS
FARNSWORTH
Don't worry, it's just a name.
FRY
No space monsters?
BENDER
No space dragons?
ZOIDBERG
No space Simon Cowells?
HERMES
No thing of unimaginable terror?
Farnsworth gestures the small shrink sign with his hands.
FARNSWORTH
A little.
FRY
It's a good job there's a Jesus. (Leela and hermes nods and agrees)
ZOIDBERG
It's a good job there's a crab lord.
TELLY
*quietly* It's a good job there's a allah.
BENDER
*pause* Oh great. Thanks.
FARNSWORTH
What's wrong?
BENDER
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Can we hurry up and get ourselfs killed already?
FARNSWORTH
That's the spirit!
BENDER walks away mumbling to himself disgruntled.
BEAT
FRY
So Leela...
Leela (resolutely
No.
FRY
You didn't let me finish?
LEELA
Were you going to ask me out on a date?
FRY
....No. I was going to ask you...for......some gum.
LEELA
I'm all out.
FRY *walks away sobbing*
Just my luck.
ZOIDBERG
Oy he wanted that gum.
LEELA
He'll find another pack.
ZOIDBERG
Silly humans. *walks away shaking his head*
FARNSWORTH
Have fun!
LEELA
We'll bring you back something.
She said sarcastically.
INT - BRANIGAN'S SHIP - LATER THAT DAY
BRANIGAN
A fine wine.
KIFF
It's orenge juice.
BRANIGAN
Yes of course. Had you not pointed that out I would have to send you to the brig.
KIFF
Why?
BRANIGAN
A man who can't tell wine from orenge juice is bad enough. An alien who can't is risking insurrection.
KIFF
What on earth are you talking about? Err, sir.
BRANIGAN
Wise words. Wise words.
KIFF
Your orders sir?
BRANIGAN
Steady as she goes.
KIFF
We're not moving.
BRANIGAN
Ah stillness. A fine strategem.
KIFF
Are you sure we shoudln't contact command?
BRANIGAN
MEH! They'll court martial me again.
KIFF
For running out of fuel?
BRANIGAN
That's just what they'll say.Minus the question mark, and with "You are being court martialed..." preceeding it.
KIFF
Ah huh. Chess?
BRANIGAN
A cadet's game Kiff. No. We'll play a game so stratigic it requires all the cunning and guile of a man's mind.
Drafts!
KIFF
Oh dear.
EXT - Outside the ship. The Planet Express approaching slowly.
LEELA
This is the starship express. It's mission? To rescue your sorry ass again Branigan.
BRANIGAN
Ah my dear sweet leela.
LEELA *almost throws up*
Yeah... Can we get on with this?
BRANIGAN
Why rush love?
LEELA
Why rush a visit to intensive care?
BRANIGAN
Thrust and perry! HAH! Come aboard!
They begin docking procedure.
LEELA
Fry you stand in front of me. Bender you stand in front of fry. Hermes, in front of bender.
ZOIDBERG
What about me?
LEELA
What about you?
He lowers his head sadly.
LEELA
OK OK in front of hermes!
ZOIDBERG
Yay i'm useful!
They form a line in front of Leela.
The door pulls open to reveal branigan. showing more skin than a french escort.
BRANIGAN
There you....where are you?
LEELA(O.S)
Over here.
BRANIGAN
Ah such a voice. It could be the madonnas.
KIFF
Lady madonna?
BRANIGAN
Of course not. That's silly. The pop star who is now just a head in a jar.
KIFF
You'll have to narrow it down sir.
BRANIGAN
You know the one, they used computers to arficially enhance her singing?
KIFF
That reduces the count by about 6. Any more clues?
BRANIGAN
She married out of the need to be famous, rather than love?
KIFF
Nope not helping.
BRANIGAN
She holidays in Africa?
KIFF
Oh. Her.
BRANIGAN
What's with you today Kiff?
KIFF
Alien fatigure sir.
LEELA
Err, not to interrupt the boy's club but we have a load of steaming hot dilithium here.
BRANIGAN
Dilithium?
LEELA
The fuel that powers your starship?
BRANIGAN
Ah yes. Important stuff. That.
But first, we must celeberate life! By getting drunk and forgetting it!
LEELA
A fine plan.
BRANIGAN
Then let's celeberate
LEELA
Oh with you? No. no no no. No. NO!
BRANIGAN
I'm not hearing no...
LEELA
Turn up your aid.
BRANIGAN
Hah! Come Kiff, let's eat.
KIFF
The fuel sir?
BRANIGAN
Huh?
KIFF
For the engines? So we can proceed on to our mission?
BRANIGAN
Our mission?
LEELA
Oh for the love of...Here take the fuel!
She passes him the sign pad.
BRANIGAN stares it.
It's remarkable. Just this amount of fuel can power an whole star ship.
LEELA
Sign here. *points at the device*
BRANIGAN
You might think I'm embarrased. But I'm not.
LEELA
Sign there.
BRANIGAN
Showing up a starship captain huh. Well well well Leela. You turned to the dark side faster than a storm tropper.
LEELA
Let me guess. We're under arrest. Again.
BRANIGAN
For a jedi, you are smart.
KIFF
The brig is full sir.
BRANIGAN
Full? Impossible.
KIFF
You placed the kitchen staff under arrest for over cooking your porridge. You called it the greatest act of muinity since Paul left the Beatles.
BRANIGAN
Ah yes. Then we'll build a new brig. Out of....porridge.
KIFF
That makes no sense.
BRAINGAN
No sense? Or all the sense in the world?
KIFF
Nope. none at all.
BRANIGAN
Mutnity. from my own left tennant. I am shocked. Kiff. go to the brig.
KIFF
*shakes head* it's....*shakes head*
LEELA
This is the most horrible mission yet, and I've taken on wasps the size of city busses.
FRY
I'm feeling under valued.
BENDER
Yeah.
HERMES
We're not extras you know.
ZOIDBERG
Speak for yourself *lowers head again*
LEELA
I can't even remember my name.
BRANIGAN
The only real question is, why are you not in the brig?
EVERYONE SHOUTING
It's FULL!
BRANIGAN
Mutinity huh. We'll see about that. Kiff, send them to the brig.
KIFF
I'm joining the space chruch.
LEELA
Woman allowed?
KIFF
No. sorry.
LEELA
Great. Just great.
INT - SPACE PORT, Along far away.
A ship is docking with the port.
It is the robot mafia.
DONBOT
Clamps?
CLAMPS
CLAMPS!!!
DONBOT
I like your gusto, you'll go far. Get me my iron boots.
CLAMPS
Can i use my clamps?
DONBOT
Go with your heart.
CLAMPS
...That's a simpson line?
DONBOT
Well antony is running out of steam :)
lol
i'll probably continue this, it was fun writing it :) most fun i've had writing for a while. morale of the story....any jobs going comed central? :) lol
Episode 8x01 (Not officially :) lol)
"Braniganman"
INT - FRY'S APARTMENT - THE YEAR 3000
Fry is in bed, having a very vivid, very important dream.
FRY
Fries with that please.
He tussles and turns
His mobile rings to the theme tune of The Simpsons, futuristic techno style.
FRY (Jumping up)
Huh!?
He turns to the communicator and pushes connect.
FRY
This better be Leela.
BENDER
What you talkin bout? Come on fry, you're late for work.
FRY
And you care?
BENDER
Not officially, no. But it makes me look bad.
FRY
Why's that?
BENDER
New work initiative. We each get a sponser to make sure you we do our work.
FRY
....A what?
BENDER
That's what I asked.
FRY
Meh, alright.
BENDER
Brng beer.
FRY
Yeah yeah the usual.
BENDER
Damn right. My fuel cells are dangerously sober.
FRY
Oh right, and they are alcohol based?
BENDER
Well no, coffee would work but that doesn't get you toasted.
FRY
Ah huh. I'm on my way.,
BENDER
Beer!!
FRY
Alright! Alright!
EXT - SPACE, THE FINAL FRONTIER - CONTINOUS
We are outside Branigan's ship. He is speaking to the captain's log.
BRANIGAN
Captain's log, stardate, Today.
We are on a mission of exploration. Kiff's here too.
And...(INTERUPPTED)
KIFF
Uh sir?
BRANIGAN
*loud groan* What now, my martian sidekick?
KIFF
The dilithium chambers are empty.
BRANIGAN
Again!?
KIFF
Yes.
BRANIGAN
Damn it Kiff. How am I expected to break bread with leaders of new worls, when we don't even have any fuel?
KIFF
A good point sir. You bet it all against a date with the alien princess of Nuroba.
BRANIGAN
An equally fair point. You may leave now.
KIFF
The fuel sir?
BRANIGAN
A good man makes his own fuel Kiff.
KIFF
*pause* What does that mean?
BRANIGAN
Precisely dear Kiff, exactly.
TWO BEATS
INT - THE SHIPYARD, LATER THAT DAY
PROFESSOR FARNSWORTH
Good news everyone.
BENDER LEELA FRY ZOIDBERG HERMES
Oh god. Oh crap. *bleep* Oy! Zombie Jesus.
FARNSWORTH
Yes, exciting news indeed.
BENDER
Can I leave my motors to robot science?
FARNSWORTH
We have a mission of mercy. Captain Branigan (Leela rolls her eyes) needs re-fueling...
BENDER
That's not too bad actually.
FARNSWORTH
...in the galaxy of terror.
BENDER
Yep.
TWO BEATS
FARNSWORTH
Don't worry, it's just a name.
FRY
No space monsters?
BENDER
No space dragons?
ZOIDBERG
No space Simon Cowells?
HERMES
No thing of unimaginable terror?
Farnsworth gestures the small shrink sign with his hands.
FARNSWORTH
A little.
FRY
It's a good job there's a Jesus. (Leela and hermes nods and agrees)
ZOIDBERG
It's a good job there's a crab lord.
TELLY
*quietly* It's a good job there's a allah.
BENDER
*pause* Oh great. Thanks.
FARNSWORTH
What's wrong?
BENDER
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Can we hurry up and get ourselfs killed already?
FARNSWORTH
That's the spirit!
BENDER walks away mumbling to himself disgruntled.
BEAT
FRY
So Leela...
Leela (resolutely
No.
FRY
You didn't let me finish?
LEELA
Were you going to ask me out on a date?
FRY
....No. I was going to ask you...for......some gum.
LEELA
I'm all out.
FRY *walks away sobbing*
Just my luck.
ZOIDBERG
Oy he wanted that gum.
LEELA
He'll find another pack.
ZOIDBERG
Silly humans. *walks away shaking his head*
FARNSWORTH
Have fun!
LEELA
We'll bring you back something.
She said sarcastically.
INT - BRANIGAN'S SHIP - LATER THAT DAY
BRANIGAN
A fine wine.
KIFF
It's orenge juice.
BRANIGAN
Yes of course. Had you not pointed that out I would have to send you to the brig.
KIFF
Why?
BRANIGAN
A man who can't tell wine from orenge juice is bad enough. An alien who can't is risking insurrection.
KIFF
What on earth are you talking about? Err, sir.
BRANIGAN
Wise words. Wise words.
KIFF
Your orders sir?
BRANIGAN
Steady as she goes.
KIFF
We're not moving.
BRANIGAN
Ah stillness. A fine strategem.
KIFF
Are you sure we shoudln't contact command?
BRANIGAN
MEH! They'll court martial me again.
KIFF
For running out of fuel?
BRANIGAN
That's just what they'll say.Minus the question mark, and with "You are being court martialed..." preceeding it.
KIFF
Ah huh. Chess?
BRANIGAN
A cadet's game Kiff. No. We'll play a game so stratigic it requires all the cunning and guile of a man's mind.
Drafts!
KIFF
Oh dear.
EXT - Outside the ship. The Planet Express approaching slowly.
LEELA
This is the starship express. It's mission? To rescue your sorry ass again Branigan.
BRANIGAN
Ah my dear sweet leela.
LEELA *almost throws up*
Yeah... Can we get on with this?
BRANIGAN
Why rush love?
LEELA
Why rush a visit to intensive care?
BRANIGAN
Thrust and perry! HAH! Come aboard!
They begin docking procedure.
LEELA
Fry you stand in front of me. Bender you stand in front of fry. Hermes, in front of bender.
ZOIDBERG
What about me?
LEELA
What about you?
He lowers his head sadly.
LEELA
OK OK in front of hermes!
ZOIDBERG
Yay i'm useful!
They form a line in front of Leela.
The door pulls open to reveal branigan. showing more skin than a french escort.
BRANIGAN
There you....where are you?
LEELA(O.S)
Over here.
BRANIGAN
Ah such a voice. It could be the madonnas.
KIFF
Lady madonna?
BRANIGAN
Of course not. That's silly. The pop star who is now just a head in a jar.
KIFF
You'll have to narrow it down sir.
BRANIGAN
You know the one, they used computers to arficially enhance her singing?
KIFF
That reduces the count by about 6. Any more clues?
BRANIGAN
She married out of the need to be famous, rather than love?
KIFF
Nope not helping.
BRANIGAN
She holidays in Africa?
KIFF
Oh. Her.
BRANIGAN
What's with you today Kiff?
KIFF
Alien fatigure sir.
LEELA
Err, not to interrupt the boy's club but we have a load of steaming hot dilithium here.
BRANIGAN
Dilithium?
LEELA
The fuel that powers your starship?
BRANIGAN
Ah yes. Important stuff. That.
But first, we must celeberate life! By getting drunk and forgetting it!
LEELA
A fine plan.
BRANIGAN
Then let's celeberate
LEELA
Oh with you? No. no no no. No. NO!
BRANIGAN
I'm not hearing no...
LEELA
Turn up your aid.
BRANIGAN
Hah! Come Kiff, let's eat.
KIFF
The fuel sir?
BRANIGAN
Huh?
KIFF
For the engines? So we can proceed on to our mission?
BRANIGAN
Our mission?
LEELA
Oh for the love of...Here take the fuel!
She passes him the sign pad.
BRANIGAN stares it.
It's remarkable. Just this amount of fuel can power an whole star ship.
LEELA
Sign here. *points at the device*
BRANIGAN
You might think I'm embarrased. But I'm not.
LEELA
Sign there.
BRANIGAN
Showing up a starship captain huh. Well well well Leela. You turned to the dark side faster than a storm tropper.
LEELA
Let me guess. We're under arrest. Again.
BRANIGAN
For a jedi, you are smart.
KIFF
The brig is full sir.
BRANIGAN
Full? Impossible.
KIFF
You placed the kitchen staff under arrest for over cooking your porridge. You called it the greatest act of muinity since Paul left the Beatles.
BRANIGAN
Ah yes. Then we'll build a new brig. Out of....porridge.
KIFF
That makes no sense.
BRAINGAN
No sense? Or all the sense in the world?
KIFF
Nope. none at all.
BRANIGAN
Mutnity. from my own left tennant. I am shocked. Kiff. go to the brig.
KIFF
*shakes head* it's....*shakes head*
LEELA
This is the most horrible mission yet, and I've taken on wasps the size of city busses.
FRY
I'm feeling under valued.
BENDER
Yeah.
HERMES
We're not extras you know.
ZOIDBERG
Speak for yourself *lowers head again*
LEELA
I can't even remember my name.
BRANIGAN
The only real question is, why are you not in the brig?
EVERYONE SHOUTING
It's FULL!
BRANIGAN
Mutinity huh. We'll see about that. Kiff, send them to the brig.
KIFF
I'm joining the space chruch.
LEELA
Woman allowed?
KIFF
No. sorry.
LEELA
Great. Just great.
INT - SPACE PORT, Along far away.
A ship is docking with the port.
It is the robot mafia.
DONBOT
Clamps?
CLAMPS
CLAMPS!!!
DONBOT
I like your gusto, you'll go far. Get me my iron boots.
CLAMPS
Can i use my clamps?
DONBOT
Go with your heart.
CLAMPS
...That's a simpson line?
DONBOT
Well antony is running out of steam :)
lol
i'll probably continue this, it was fun writing it :) most fun i've had writing for a while. morale of the story....any jobs going comed central? :) lol
Boredom almost gone...a story about a dragon with a missing tale...
The Taleless Dragon
There was a dragon. it said sad and alone. it's tail was missing.
No wait there it is , he was sitting on it.
That ends this story rather prematurely.
Err.....
There was a dragon. it said sad and alone. it's tail was missing.
No wait there it is , he was sitting on it.
That ends this story rather prematurely.
Err.....
An Interesting Story to make up for the boring one...
Here is the most interesting fantastical story i can come up with on the spot, whilst still mildly bored :) lol
The Coat of Amazing Powers and Blue Dragons and Other Crazy Stuff!!!
He entered. singing and dancing. mincing and mingling. he was off the walls. like a rubber ball at a rubber ball bouncing contest.
"Huzaah! The great food before us!"
Everyone looks up with a puzzled look.
"Dare you not suckle upon thy bountiful bounty?"
They do not respond.
"Tomorrow can yours! For this food. this amberoisa of the gods, and this art, over here.*points at art on the wall*" can eradicate your apathy! Come dance with me by the fire people!"
They stare looking at him. puzzled.
"Alright fuck it, give me a bacon sandwhich and a cup of tea." *he sits down and eats the sandwhich. looking bored*
:) lol
The Coat of Amazing Powers and Blue Dragons and Other Crazy Stuff!!!
He entered. singing and dancing. mincing and mingling. he was off the walls. like a rubber ball at a rubber ball bouncing contest.
"Huzaah! The great food before us!"
Everyone looks up with a puzzled look.
"Dare you not suckle upon thy bountiful bounty?"
They do not respond.
"Tomorrow can yours! For this food. this amberoisa of the gods, and this art, over here.*points at art on the wall*" can eradicate your apathy! Come dance with me by the fire people!"
They stare looking at him. puzzled.
"Alright fuck it, give me a bacon sandwhich and a cup of tea." *he sits down and eats the sandwhich. looking bored*
:) lol
A bored man says what?
What?
A story about boredom.
INT - THE MOST BORING PLACE ON EARTH - EARTH
A boring man is sat at a boring table, reading a boring book about a boring woman.
Somebody boring appears. He is wearing boring clothes and boring glasses.
"...hey...." he said boringly.
"ye....ah.."
the boring man replied.
Something boring happens that is too boring to describe.
The man looks up and says something too boring to remember.
"Fifty cents." was probably the most boring answer anyone ever gave.
A boring bird landed on the boring window pane. He sang a boring tune.
It was all in all, quite a boring day.
"The End" appears in a very boring plain font.
The boring theme song starts. it's called "Boring".
--
I realize you may think this is a boring story but i am literally bored. :) lol LITERALLY BORED. i'm not half bored or semi-bored. i'm 100% bored. like a bore that has just bored into the earth.
More on my boredom at 10. :)
A story about boredom.
INT - THE MOST BORING PLACE ON EARTH - EARTH
A boring man is sat at a boring table, reading a boring book about a boring woman.
Somebody boring appears. He is wearing boring clothes and boring glasses.
"...hey...." he said boringly.
"ye....ah.."
the boring man replied.
Something boring happens that is too boring to describe.
The man looks up and says something too boring to remember.
"Fifty cents." was probably the most boring answer anyone ever gave.
A boring bird landed on the boring window pane. He sang a boring tune.
It was all in all, quite a boring day.
"The End" appears in a very boring plain font.
The boring theme song starts. it's called "Boring".
--
I realize you may think this is a boring story but i am literally bored. :) lol LITERALLY BORED. i'm not half bored or semi-bored. i'm 100% bored. like a bore that has just bored into the earth.
More on my boredom at 10. :)
Monday, 24 January 2011
His Balls Only - A living tribute to H.B.O
You had it all. Rome. Larry. Wire. Six Feet Under. Deadwood. Carnivale. The list of AAA shows with the sort of writing man had probably never seen on telly before or since, was endless.
What do you have today?
A show about underage girls having sex with gangsters.
Brillant.
What's next? A show about a male prostitute?
Whoops..beat me to it.
Seriously. i write this in the hope one day someone at hbo reads it. and realizes how awful bloody awful they have become. they are a porn channel. no more. no less.
And they used to be the best. not one of. but THE best.
Why did you sell out for lots of money?
What do you have today?
A show about underage girls having sex with gangsters.
Brillant.
What's next? A show about a male prostitute?
Whoops..beat me to it.
Seriously. i write this in the hope one day someone at hbo reads it. and realizes how awful bloody awful they have become. they are a porn channel. no more. no less.
And they used to be the best. not one of. but THE best.
Why did you sell out for lots of money?
By the light of a candle, the bard speaks...
It's 7:15am. The sun? Well, it's hiding as usual. The hope of a people? Never seen it myself :)
So what better way to make us rise up, rise up! then a comedy!
-The Ten Second Guy-
INT - STEVE'S PAD - Earth or something like it.
He is stood before his best friend of all his life, Ray.
STEVE
I've come to a decision Ray.
RAY
Oh god.
STEVE
What?
RAY
This will be good. No, go on. Tell me.
STEVE
In a effort to streamline my life, from this setence onward, no conversation I have will last longer
than ten seconds.
1
RAY
Uh...sure. And this will achieve what?
4
STEVE
Life is too complicated, we need to simplify it.
7
RAY
If you were anymore simple, you wouldn't be standing there.
STEVE
That's true. very true. but
10
he turns away and walks out the house.
RAY
Steve? Hello? Anyone?
---
I never said it was going to be taming of the shrew :)
So what better way to make us rise up, rise up! then a comedy!
-The Ten Second Guy-
INT - STEVE'S PAD - Earth or something like it.
He is stood before his best friend of all his life, Ray.
STEVE
I've come to a decision Ray.
RAY
Oh god.
STEVE
What?
RAY
This will be good. No, go on. Tell me.
STEVE
In a effort to streamline my life, from this setence onward, no conversation I have will last longer
than ten seconds.
1
RAY
Uh...sure. And this will achieve what?
4
STEVE
Life is too complicated, we need to simplify it.
7
RAY
If you were anymore simple, you wouldn't be standing there.
STEVE
That's true. very true. but
10
he turns away and walks out the house.
RAY
Steve? Hello? Anyone?
---
I never said it was going to be taming of the shrew :)
What dreams come true?
This is based on a script I started a long time ago. It is about many things, including the evolution of man over a possible as yet unmade future.
Technology has not only made life better, it has made life possible. So this is a 'idea' of how technology could make the world of tomorrow(tm futurama) a place of untold wonder and imagination.
There is a story to be told to life. A beautiful one. We just have to learn how to speak...
-Part 1- (more to come if I feel like it. I tend to change ideas a lot. I'm slightly...mad. lol )
UNKNOWN - A FUTURE FAR AWAY - IN ORBIT ABOVE EARTH
We are facing down on the earth. The blue marble. The crucible of all known life.
It spins slowly. Too slowly to percieve. Yet so fast it keeps every man and woman clung to it's jagged surface.
A symbol of relativity perhaps, or maybe just the universe's sense of humor.
"Strange Days" begins to play.
We zoom down like a gust of energy into the atmosphere. Beyond terminal velocity.
We stop at a heartbeat. Above a NASA launch. Apollo 11. The ship has just taken off.
NARRATOR
So they built ships, to explore the universe. And explore the universe they did.
INT - INSIDE APOLLO SPACECRAFT - CONTINOUS -
"Strange days have found us...."
ARMSTRONG
Roger. We got a roll program.
BEAT
EXT - OUTSIDE LAUNCH
It soars majestically into the heavens, a path paved by no man before.
NARRATOR
Our sense of wonder has always been our greatest asset.
COMMAND-HQ(RADIO)
Apollo 11, Houston. You're good in one minute.
EXT - SPACE
NARRATOR
A history of such tragic upbringing. Our naviety our greatest weakness.
So often the human race stands down, not step up. To face the great challenge.
To face the future.
The ship roars past the camera.
NARRATOR
If we get there, all together or thrown apart, as one or as many, there is only certainty,
it will be a long journey. One of many upsets, one of many tears spilt.
We switch to a shot of the moon. Hung in outter place as if it was meant to be.
NARRATOR
But the truth to existence is really simple. To make life better for each other.
And humanity, however it's peril, can not lose sight of that. For today we live, tomorrow we may die.
COMMAND
Reading the dials Buzz?
BUZZ (STATIC INTERFERED LAUGHTER)
Roger roger houstan.
NARRATOR
What men of tomorrow will think of men of today, is unclear. What men of tomorrow's values and beliefs will hold true.
But the journey, that we started as one cell all those millinia ago, can not be forgotten.
A gaint flood flight emits from the front of the craft, illuminating the surface of the moon.
ALDRIN
There she is....
ARMSTRONG
My god...
NARRATOR
Yet it so often is. Science and Education have taken back seat to T.V and violence. Wars rage like never before.
So many people have so little. They are held to the earth by a thin invisible teather, and that is all they have.
So the world of tomorrow, if it is to be, must remember life is for every man, not just the fortunate, not just the lucky.
FADE TO WHITE
FADE IN
In orbit above earth again.
The year is 3125.
Earth is the same basic structure, but it's skylines are flood with artifical light. The sun never goes down on their world.
We zoom in over the populus of New York.
It's once simple grid like layout of roads and accomadation are gone. In it's stead, pure architecture. Beautiful, awe inspiring structures like the art of ancient artists.
The skies are full of flying devices. Unmanned and manned. Nothing like today's cars, they are beautifully designed. Works of living art.
They produce no emissions, running purely on internal fusion.
We begin to follow a flying C.A.B - And yes, they are still yellow.
It weaves in and out of the air-traffic as elegently as a insect in flight.
COMMISSIONER (OVER AIR-Radio)
Good Morning citizens. I hope I find you in good humor.
BEAT
COMMISIONER
Today, at the Perl Gardens, the unvailing of Majova's next project. A living, breathing information kiosk. With free food, drink,
and elightenment for all our people.
BEAT
COMMISIONER
The structure is quite unique, a living tribute to our early struggles and our eventually rise to enlightenment.
Everyone is welcome. May the day find you well citizens.
The camera stops and the C.A.B storms off into the distance.
NARRATOR
Beautiful isn't it? This world. War? What war. Here stands a people rid of petty hatred, greed, violent impulse and simple selfishness. Here stands a people finally happy. Finally content with themselfs and their place in the cosmos.
INT - ARNOLD'S LIVING SPACE - Somewhere near.
Here is doing yoga, to the sound of music too beautiful to describe with words. His motions are divine.
*BUZZ*
ARNOLD
Yes friend?
COMPUTER *through sound emitting material*
A brillant good morning to you sir.
ARNOLD
And you my friend. Tell me, what is the news?
COMPUTER
The project has been a great success. Gorden is expecting you.
ARNOLD
Very well.
COMPUTER
Shall I contract a C.A.B?
ARNOLD
No. I feel like a stroll. Let the sun shine friend.
COMPUTER
As it always does sir.
EXT - Outside his door.
It opens. He is stood there with a calm smile on his face.
NARRATOR
Meet Arnold. A man of the future in every sense. He is an advisor to the leadership.
He strolls past the camera and we turn around to reveal the city ground. If you could only see what he saw.
The buildings. The art. The music. The people. It was a dream come true.
ARNOLD
*takes in a deep breath* Glorious. Just glorious.
Polluation was really a by-product of ineffectual rendering methods. In Arnold's world, all energy is clean.
ARNOLD
Hello there my dear friend.
MAJOVA
Ah Arnold my life mate. Where have you been? For tonight we dance my celebrated friend!
ARNOLD
Until the sun drops. I shall see you there. Good day to you.
MAJOVA *Tips his hat smiling*
Prosper onward...
Technology has not only made life better, it has made life possible. So this is a 'idea' of how technology could make the world of tomorrow(tm futurama) a place of untold wonder and imagination.
There is a story to be told to life. A beautiful one. We just have to learn how to speak...
-Part 1- (more to come if I feel like it. I tend to change ideas a lot. I'm slightly...mad. lol )
UNKNOWN - A FUTURE FAR AWAY - IN ORBIT ABOVE EARTH
We are facing down on the earth. The blue marble. The crucible of all known life.
It spins slowly. Too slowly to percieve. Yet so fast it keeps every man and woman clung to it's jagged surface.
A symbol of relativity perhaps, or maybe just the universe's sense of humor.
"Strange Days" begins to play.
We zoom down like a gust of energy into the atmosphere. Beyond terminal velocity.
We stop at a heartbeat. Above a NASA launch. Apollo 11. The ship has just taken off.
NARRATOR
So they built ships, to explore the universe. And explore the universe they did.
INT - INSIDE APOLLO SPACECRAFT - CONTINOUS -
"Strange days have found us...."
ARMSTRONG
Roger. We got a roll program.
BEAT
EXT - OUTSIDE LAUNCH
It soars majestically into the heavens, a path paved by no man before.
NARRATOR
Our sense of wonder has always been our greatest asset.
COMMAND-HQ(RADIO)
Apollo 11, Houston. You're good in one minute.
EXT - SPACE
NARRATOR
A history of such tragic upbringing. Our naviety our greatest weakness.
So often the human race stands down, not step up. To face the great challenge.
To face the future.
The ship roars past the camera.
NARRATOR
If we get there, all together or thrown apart, as one or as many, there is only certainty,
it will be a long journey. One of many upsets, one of many tears spilt.
We switch to a shot of the moon. Hung in outter place as if it was meant to be.
NARRATOR
But the truth to existence is really simple. To make life better for each other.
And humanity, however it's peril, can not lose sight of that. For today we live, tomorrow we may die.
COMMAND
Reading the dials Buzz?
BUZZ (STATIC INTERFERED LAUGHTER)
Roger roger houstan.
NARRATOR
What men of tomorrow will think of men of today, is unclear. What men of tomorrow's values and beliefs will hold true.
But the journey, that we started as one cell all those millinia ago, can not be forgotten.
A gaint flood flight emits from the front of the craft, illuminating the surface of the moon.
ALDRIN
There she is....
ARMSTRONG
My god...
NARRATOR
Yet it so often is. Science and Education have taken back seat to T.V and violence. Wars rage like never before.
So many people have so little. They are held to the earth by a thin invisible teather, and that is all they have.
So the world of tomorrow, if it is to be, must remember life is for every man, not just the fortunate, not just the lucky.
FADE TO WHITE
FADE IN
In orbit above earth again.
The year is 3125.
Earth is the same basic structure, but it's skylines are flood with artifical light. The sun never goes down on their world.
We zoom in over the populus of New York.
It's once simple grid like layout of roads and accomadation are gone. In it's stead, pure architecture. Beautiful, awe inspiring structures like the art of ancient artists.
The skies are full of flying devices. Unmanned and manned. Nothing like today's cars, they are beautifully designed. Works of living art.
They produce no emissions, running purely on internal fusion.
We begin to follow a flying C.A.B - And yes, they are still yellow.
It weaves in and out of the air-traffic as elegently as a insect in flight.
COMMISSIONER (OVER AIR-Radio)
Good Morning citizens. I hope I find you in good humor.
BEAT
COMMISIONER
Today, at the Perl Gardens, the unvailing of Majova's next project. A living, breathing information kiosk. With free food, drink,
and elightenment for all our people.
BEAT
COMMISIONER
The structure is quite unique, a living tribute to our early struggles and our eventually rise to enlightenment.
Everyone is welcome. May the day find you well citizens.
The camera stops and the C.A.B storms off into the distance.
NARRATOR
Beautiful isn't it? This world. War? What war. Here stands a people rid of petty hatred, greed, violent impulse and simple selfishness. Here stands a people finally happy. Finally content with themselfs and their place in the cosmos.
INT - ARNOLD'S LIVING SPACE - Somewhere near.
Here is doing yoga, to the sound of music too beautiful to describe with words. His motions are divine.
*BUZZ*
ARNOLD
Yes friend?
COMPUTER *through sound emitting material*
A brillant good morning to you sir.
ARNOLD
And you my friend. Tell me, what is the news?
COMPUTER
The project has been a great success. Gorden is expecting you.
ARNOLD
Very well.
COMPUTER
Shall I contract a C.A.B?
ARNOLD
No. I feel like a stroll. Let the sun shine friend.
COMPUTER
As it always does sir.
EXT - Outside his door.
It opens. He is stood there with a calm smile on his face.
NARRATOR
Meet Arnold. A man of the future in every sense. He is an advisor to the leadership.
He strolls past the camera and we turn around to reveal the city ground. If you could only see what he saw.
The buildings. The art. The music. The people. It was a dream come true.
ARNOLD
*takes in a deep breath* Glorious. Just glorious.
Polluation was really a by-product of ineffectual rendering methods. In Arnold's world, all energy is clean.
ARNOLD
Hello there my dear friend.
MAJOVA
Ah Arnold my life mate. Where have you been? For tonight we dance my celebrated friend!
ARNOLD
Until the sun drops. I shall see you there. Good day to you.
MAJOVA *Tips his hat smiling*
Prosper onward...
To write, a chance to...write.
Hello from the underclass.
What is the underclass? ah well that my friend is a mystery wrapped in a twinky wrapped in a riddle.
Ok i don't know in other words. but it sounded cool :) (Antony, pushing forward innovation through style. :) )
This blog will feature stories and so fourth. I mainly write in script form, but lately a little laxly. (I.e self formatted in word, rather than final draft)
Story 1 will feature a talking pie.
He has this decision to make...and yes, it's heart-breaking.
(Ant, you've done it again!!! *hands money* - Producer of Hollywood(the main one))
Ok no it won't i'm just being silly. it will be whatever it is. I often write, but have no outlet for it. They don't really look for talent anymore, so hopefully this will scratch the writing itch :)
And yes, if you are a multi-millioaire producer looking for your next AAA movie, I am open to offers. such as "Here's some money" and "Here's some money. Let's make a movie" or possibly, "Let's make a movie. here's some money"
Some variation on that basic theme. :) (I am joking :) )
----
And here's a short story, called "The Byte"
What is the byte? The byte is a hidden byte of information on every memory chip, on every hard drive. What does it contain? Read on my friend :)
"The Byte"
INT - LOGAN'S HOUSE - 2009
Logan is getting dressed, as his friend of many a year, Nile, is sitting there looking very very bored.
NILE
Going for a run?
There is a silent pause.
LOGAN
Good one. No really. It never gets old.
NILE
Don't blame me, blame your folks for making like a movie....
LOGAN
Wait a minute.
NILE
What is it?
LOGAN
I've just realized something.
NILE
Yeah?
LOGAN
I've just realized there is a hidden byte on every hard drive. every memory chip. every television. every cd. every burger.
NILE
*long ackward pause* Interesting.
LOGAN
Don't mock me! Think about it! The signs are everywhere! The byte!!! THE BYTE!!!
NILE
.....So the medication is working?
LOGAN
Mock me if you must. but i've prove you right yet!
NILE
Ok that wasn't dumb. Say I believed you. Say this byte was real. What is it's purpose?
LOGAN
Isn't it obvious? Isn't it blindingly obivous?
NILE
No....
LOGAN
You're staring at the sun, yet asking why it is so dark...
NILE
....Part of being friends, is meeting new people. BYE!
Nile backs out of the room without turning his back on Logan.
LOGAN
THE BYTE!!! THE BYTEEE!!!
He stands there alone. A tree in the lake. He stands comtiplating.
LOGAN
....Actually that is rather silly isn't it.
He sits down on his couch and assumes the position.
LOGAN
I really have no idea why I say such silly things...
He picks up a needle.
FADE TO WHITE.
---
Don't take that one seriously, as you can see comedies are my well weapon of destruction :) But, i do write seriously too. and with much better charactization and exposition. :)
Not MUCH better, but you know, at least better than the charactering shouting out "THE BYTE!!" :)
What is the underclass? ah well that my friend is a mystery wrapped in a twinky wrapped in a riddle.
Ok i don't know in other words. but it sounded cool :) (Antony, pushing forward innovation through style. :) )
This blog will feature stories and so fourth. I mainly write in script form, but lately a little laxly. (I.e self formatted in word, rather than final draft)
Story 1 will feature a talking pie.
He has this decision to make...and yes, it's heart-breaking.
(Ant, you've done it again!!! *hands money* - Producer of Hollywood(the main one))
Ok no it won't i'm just being silly. it will be whatever it is. I often write, but have no outlet for it. They don't really look for talent anymore, so hopefully this will scratch the writing itch :)
And yes, if you are a multi-millioaire producer looking for your next AAA movie, I am open to offers. such as "Here's some money" and "Here's some money. Let's make a movie" or possibly, "Let's make a movie. here's some money"
Some variation on that basic theme. :) (I am joking :) )
----
And here's a short story, called "The Byte"
What is the byte? The byte is a hidden byte of information on every memory chip, on every hard drive. What does it contain? Read on my friend :)
"The Byte"
INT - LOGAN'S HOUSE - 2009
Logan is getting dressed, as his friend of many a year, Nile, is sitting there looking very very bored.
NILE
Going for a run?
There is a silent pause.
LOGAN
Good one. No really. It never gets old.
NILE
Don't blame me, blame your folks for making like a movie....
LOGAN
Wait a minute.
NILE
What is it?
LOGAN
I've just realized something.
NILE
Yeah?
LOGAN
I've just realized there is a hidden byte on every hard drive. every memory chip. every television. every cd. every burger.
NILE
*long ackward pause* Interesting.
LOGAN
Don't mock me! Think about it! The signs are everywhere! The byte!!! THE BYTE!!!
NILE
.....So the medication is working?
LOGAN
Mock me if you must. but i've prove you right yet!
NILE
Ok that wasn't dumb. Say I believed you. Say this byte was real. What is it's purpose?
LOGAN
Isn't it obvious? Isn't it blindingly obivous?
NILE
No....
LOGAN
You're staring at the sun, yet asking why it is so dark...
NILE
....Part of being friends, is meeting new people. BYE!
Nile backs out of the room without turning his back on Logan.
LOGAN
THE BYTE!!! THE BYTEEE!!!
He stands there alone. A tree in the lake. He stands comtiplating.
LOGAN
....Actually that is rather silly isn't it.
He sits down on his couch and assumes the position.
LOGAN
I really have no idea why I say such silly things...
He picks up a needle.
FADE TO WHITE.
---
Don't take that one seriously, as you can see comedies are my well weapon of destruction :) But, i do write seriously too. and with much better charactization and exposition. :)
Not MUCH better, but you know, at least better than the charactering shouting out "THE BYTE!!" :)
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