squid ink – a fanfic fick for THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT
What if octopussies could read and write? they come with their own ink. What if octopi could read and write? they come with their own ink.
MOLLIE: Was wäre, wenn Octopi lesen und schreiben könnte?
MOLLIE: Was wäre, wenn die richtige Vagina lesen und schreiben könnte?
MOLLIE: Was wäre, wenn acht Vaginen lesen und schreiben könnten?
This TV series on MAX is a cast of delight. That line at the end of episode 1 "…squid ink." what the fuck?! I'm screening this show again because binging on GAME OF THRONES would just put me to sleep. I'm on episode 4 or 5 in that series and my favorite actress on the show still hasn't made an entrance.
My new writing ritual. Since my poppsie fell and broke his shoulder, it's been tough showing support. A lounge chair that I stole from my Hawaiian/Cruise vacation was placed in the back yard (out of hiding in the storage room.) This week I decided I would finish a project. Outlining with index cards will make or break me, so I'm determined to finish it. The little wooden, fold-out, dinner table where I eat dinner in front of the TV every night, I set up next to the lounge chair. The typewriter atop the table. A shortwave radio antenna was raised to the rooftop and I have Alex Jones to listen to in the background, until 1PM.
One caller, I imagine it was near the end if the show about 30 minutes prior, has me curious enough to see if I can listen to the digital version of it online.
Been spending all morning trying to link up conspiracies to OJ Simpson and the movie industry's involvement of 9-11. I mean, if you think about it, all the conspiracies out there on how it's physically impossible for a skyrise to topple down into itself seems to implicate the movie industry's involvement by association. The movie industry uses motion picture technology just like the news association uses footage to report breaking news.
Cassie goes to the offices of the dude that hits on her with his business card AND [episode 1 spoiler]that's after they had given it a go in the mile high club.
Then in episode two, a statue of a rabbit is knocked over and destroyed. Even the introduction/credits bumper video for this show is eerily strange. What is up with the carnivorous bucks?
My take on that, before somebody corrects me with something more logical, is that the elk/bucks with a carnivorous thirst for meat, has to do with Egyptians and the way Egyptian kings always covered their head, sometimes with huge crowns that have been compared to hats for elongated skull people (found in the South American megalithic wonders/intaglio areas.
There was that thing, after all, about the dead sea scrolls or some other important biblical scripture about judas escariat or somebody… and the story goes that these historic scriptures had been stored in a safe somewhere in the world trade center. And because nothing was done to preserve the integrity of the documents/codex, they kind of deteriorated in the high humidity of New York. The bad luck that came with all of this was the 9-11 unsolved terrorist attack.
So yes, ladies and gentleman, the angry bucks and carnivorous rabbits make me think that the hieroglyphics depicting gods and kings are really beasts of burden with antlers hidden with the tall crown-like hats that are shaped like the skulls of the elongated skull people uncovered in Peru.
It is pretty fat-fetched. But you gotta admit it does seem oddly coincidental that OJ Simpson would've been in the Towering Inferno movies that were so popular after 9/11, the box office/video figures listed on imdb must've gone thru a hostile edit. "Normal like the rabbits" in episode two proves there's something there. Sabrina has is exploited as a quick fix solution to the rabbit ordeal. After all, who wouldn't be nervous about a possible invoice for the damage to a contemporary bust of a rabbit with a rediculously long title?
BTW, I think I just purchased a duplicate striped long sleeve shirt from Macy's like the one Kaley Cuoco.
But, my pops has been struggling learning to use a cane. You can say he's learning the hard way after falling several times. Walking is painful for him because of his knees. So the lounge chair was set up so that he could get some exercise from just walking to the back yard, taking a break on the lounge chair, then making his way back to the TV where he's glued all day watching the news. And snoozing in front of the TV. Anyway, he doesn't use the lounge chair, but since it's out there, I tune the radio to a 24 meter channel where Alex Jones broadcasts his show InfoWars. Because I don't get a crisp sharp signal, the noise in the background is not distracting while I try to concentrate on putting together the outline with index cards.
It's a nice change from the old index cards I had been working with which were getting me nowhere near completion of the screenplay. This way, I'll at least have a bad rough draft. I'm finding it hard jumping so far in advance of the plot without filling in the details, the dialog. But. I understand I am only composing enough content to use for typing in some information on the back of the index cards. Key information. Not redundant fodder like the last batch of index cards I was working with, and that this batch of 40 cards will represent the outline seems like I may have something to work with when I finally do get around with composing dialog and direction.