![]() Me: I got a great idea. Ellie: Another one? You just had ten. Me: I thought was elven, but who's counting? I'm chock full of good ideas. Ellie: Remove good from the sentence. Me: Okay, I'm chock full of ideas. Ellie: True. So what's it now? Me: Let's make a short film. We get a pizza and a fishing pole. Ellie: Oh, Lord. Me: We tie the pizza to the fishing string. This is so we can we put the fishing string over a branch the pizza will go up. Ellie: (Looks at her beer and then at me.) Is there something the beer? Me: Maybe a bear. (This is an inside joke. Ellie smiles and nods.) So the pizza is hot and there' a homeless man sleeping-- obviously he's an actor playing a homeless man and since we can't afford an actor, it's Paul. Ellie: This is wrong on some many levels. First of all, Paul is too clean for the role. We need John. Me: Good idea. And when the John smells the pizza while he's sleeping on the bench in the park, his eyes pop open. He sees the pizza--we should do this in December that way there will be steam coming off the pizza-- he jumps up to grab the pizza but it floats higher. Then the pizza kills him. It's a weird story. We can call it "Attack of the Killer Pizza." Ellie: Oh, I get it. It's like Attack of the Killer Tomatoes but with pizza. Me: And a fishing pole. Another beer? Ellie: Yup. Hey, I got an idea... Comments are closed.
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