Sunday, August 16, 2009

Hurricane merchandise moving northwestward at an amazing 3,500 mph



Mother nature is so 10,000 years ago... Slow, slow, slow. While Ana and Bill are still hanging out on the Atlantic, hurricane merchandise has made landfall. Canned goods, water, first aid kits? Forget it. Nothing worse than being caught in a storm with the wrong t-shirt. You can get yours now at http://skreened.com/newraveproducts/hurricane-ana. Oh yes, and if you're interested in the storm itself, you can track it here: http://www.nhc.noaa.gov/refresh/graphics_at2+shtml/085915.shtml?3-daynl

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Always good to have a picture in store for times when you don't have the time to write a real post.


Thank you.

Too good not to be true


SEASON ONE, EPISODE ONE. THE CONCERT.

EXT. THE PARK – SUMMER. NIGHT FALLS.
The camera pans over the small artificial lake. The water organ concert has finished, people are on their way home. Happy chatter and the whining of babies past their bedtime. MATT and LYNN, both in their 30s, are sitting in the first row of the empty amphitheater drinking beer.

LYNN:
There’s a nice full moon these days. Could see it from my window.

LYNN looks up to the sky to find it.

LYNN:
Hummm. Where would it be? Over there, right?

LYNN points to a spot behind the trees.

MATT:
Errr... Well, if you could see it from your window, it’s gotta be over there.

MATT points to the opposite direction.

LYNN:
No way.

She takes another sip from her beer bottle.

THREE TURKISH BOYS in baggy shorts and t-shirts appear. Two of them are about 13 years old, the youngest is only 9. They discover the empty stage and climb up. They try some dancing moves, then feel embarrassed and start to giggle.

YOUNGEST BOY:
Laaaa! Did you hear the echo? Laaaaaaa! LAAAA! Testing! Testing!

THE OLDER BOYS laugh. THE YOUNGEST BOY starts dancing. It’s something that looks like Michael Jackson’s moonwalk. THE YOUNGEST BOY sings.

YOUNGEST BOY:
Ze ... in ze motion... come on... beat eh... beat eh... beat ehh!

MATT and LYNN in the audience start laughing.

LYNN:
Isn’t that cute? He doesn’t know the words! Beat eh! Haha.

MATT starts clapping his hands.

MATT:
Whoooo-hooo! More! We want more!

THE OLDEST BOY suddenly realizes they are not alone. He looks down in embarrassment.

MATT and LYNN keep on clapping.

LYNN:
Please! Go on!

THE THREE BOYS continue dancing and singing their version of „Beat it“. After three minutes they look at each other and climb down from the stage.

Thunderous applause from MATT and LYNN. THE THREE BOYS walk over to them.

OLDEST BOY:
You really liked it?

LYNN:
Yeah! Big time!

MATT:
Can we have an autograph? You’re gonna be famous soon!

THE BOYS look at each other. They laugh.

YOUNGEST BOY:
Really? You want an autograph?

LYNN gets a pen out of her purse but can’t find a piece of paper.

LYNN:
Yes, absolutely! Here’s a pen. I don’t have any paper, so you have to write on my arm.

THE YOUNGEST BOY grabs the pen. He writes his name on her forearm very carefully – and in capital letters. He steps back and looks at it.

LYNN:
Wow, thank you, Fath...

THE YOUNGEST BOY looks shocked. He grabs LYNN’s arm.

YOUNGEST BOY:
Oh no! I spelled it wrong!

Sharp pen in his little fist, he starts scratching out his autograph from LYNN’s forearm. LYNN jumps up and screams.

LYNN:
Ouch! What the..?!!

THE YOUNGEST BOY lets go of her arm. He looks guilty and scared. Tears well up in his eyes.

YOUNGEST BOY:
Oh, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to... I’m sorry!

MATT starts laughing hard.

MATT:
That’s so... Hahahahaha! That’s so funny! Hahaha! He... Hahaha! He scratched out... Hahaha!

LYNN rubs her arm. Two red lines appear. It hurts, but she has to laugh too.

LYNN:
Hahaha! Look at that! Are you trying to kill me?! Hahaha!

THE TWO OLDER BOYS laugh too. THE YOUNGEST BOY still looks sad.

YOUNGEST BOY (whispering):
I’m sorry...

THE THREE BOYS walk away. From the last row of the amphitheater they wave at LYNN and MATT.

THE THREE BOYS (shouting):
Goodbye! Have a nice evening!

MATT (shouting):
Bye guys! Thanks for the show!

LYNN and MATT look at their beer bottles. LYNN raises hers.

LYNN:
Well... To Michael Jackson then.

MATT:
To Michael Jackson. And the painful power of pop music.

They clink their bottles together. The moon appears behind the trees.