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...
M.R. Jordan is a writer, editor, sporadic blogger, and lover of beer. Lives in South Korea with her two cats, Bear and Geumbi.
Bear (Gom in Korean) then (above) now (below)
Geumbi (Gold in English)... then (above) and now (below).