Friday, September 11, 2015
Thursday, September 10, 2015
[Script] Unfood - Page 20
CONTINUED: 20.
Freight grows bored with the video at this point and turns
it off. He reads the blank screen for a moment.
FREIGHT
Huh.
Freight looks from the screen to the Creator. Then he does
this a second time. And a third. Then he grins broadly.
SCENE 3 - INT – ALL OVER THE SHIP - DAY
A second montage begins with the food. Freight makes a
series of elaborate patterns on plates. At one point gets
pale and folds over in pain. Freight ignores it. He covers
himself in food. Quick flash between the nacho suit, the
meatball suit, and the candy suit. While wearing the candy
suit, Freight doubles over in pain again, looking worse. He
ignores it again and starts Bowling for Broccoli. He sets
up a food fight with catapults and other "weapons" made with
meatballs and a wall of bread ready for an attack at a
moment’s notice. Freight scans around with paranoia as if
seeking out an attacker but then realizes that there is no
one to have the food fight of the century with. He sags
with disappoint, shrugs and goes back to the drawing board.
He sets up a series of dominoes made of marshmallows which
lead to the food town that he set up earlier. He lights the
trail of marshmallows on fire, which catch one by one down
the trail until the entire town burns. Freight stands in
the middle of it with a fiddle playing whilst food town
burns.
Freight doubles over a third time. He shrieks and falls to
the floor, falling unconscious. He wakes up in a pile of
his own drool, with food strewn about.
SCENE 4 - INT – MED BAY - DAY
Freight goes into the med bay which is a small room about
twice the size of the average closet. It has a bed that can
be lain on with several sensor arms with multi tools
attached. Freight finds the terminal and activates the
verbal interface.
SHIP’S COMPUTER
Please state the nature of the
problem.
FREIGHT
I’m in excruciating pain! That’s
the problem.
(CONTINUED)
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
[Fairy Tale] Elowyn Wisp - Part 5
You can learn of the rules here. I was in fact ill for three days, and had to take the bulk of Friday off of work even though I work from home and Saturday to recover from it. Thank you for your patience.
"Father, I am ill."
"Why, whatever has caused it?" He asked with all the concern and love that only a father can show.
"I am of two kingdoms, both where I am from there, and from here, the Temple of the Farthest Star. Can you help me?"
"What a silly question child," for it was indeed a silly question, and the Man Who Did Not Know Too Much never thought he would tell those words to another soul, but in this case, he had no choice. "If I can but do the slightest thing in the world or the biggest thing to move a mountain, you have but to name it, and I will find a way."
And so she smiled and the world lit up a bit more, as did her father's heart. And so for it all she said,"Can you go home and bring three bags of earth back here for my bed? And then I shall mix the earth here and there and be well again?"
"It shall be done." And he hugged her and sang her a lullaby to help her to sleep, and quick as he could, he began to go home. This was not very quick, but as he traveled he found the tigers who offered him a ride, and for three days he rode on the back of a tiger.
And then the tiger tired and could help him no more, and a mighty stag came and helped him. One word of the name of his daughter and he had no choice. On and on he rode.
Until he came at last to the tree where he had rescued the Wren from the snake.
"Father, I am ill."
"Why, whatever has caused it?" He asked with all the concern and love that only a father can show.
"I am of two kingdoms, both where I am from there, and from here, the Temple of the Farthest Star. Can you help me?"
"What a silly question child," for it was indeed a silly question, and the Man Who Did Not Know Too Much never thought he would tell those words to another soul, but in this case, he had no choice. "If I can but do the slightest thing in the world or the biggest thing to move a mountain, you have but to name it, and I will find a way."
And so she smiled and the world lit up a bit more, as did her father's heart. And so for it all she said,"Can you go home and bring three bags of earth back here for my bed? And then I shall mix the earth here and there and be well again?"
"It shall be done." And he hugged her and sang her a lullaby to help her to sleep, and quick as he could, he began to go home. This was not very quick, but as he traveled he found the tigers who offered him a ride, and for three days he rode on the back of a tiger.
And then the tiger tired and could help him no more, and a mighty stag came and helped him. One word of the name of his daughter and he had no choice. On and on he rode.
Until he came at last to the tree where he had rescued the Wren from the snake.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
[Script] Unfood - Page 19
19.
Freight loses his cool and is about to shout at the computer
but stops himself a moment and then listens. The computer
does not respond. Satisfied, he smiles to himself and moves
his hands in a ’job done’ motion as he walks away from the
computer.
INT - DAY - MONTAGE
A montage begins as Freight spends time on the ship. He
spots several rich quarters and explores them. In one room,
he spots a hyper realistic video game and plays it for a
bit. In another, he finds a large pile of furs, money and
other luxurious items and rolls around on it. In a third,
he finds a collection of ancient weapons and dresses up in a
mismatched set of armor and runs around the ship wielding a
katana in ’armor’. He runs by the ship’s mess and spots the
Creator.
SCENE 2
INTERIOR – SHIP’S MESS – DAY
Freight finds the Creator. It is a large impressive looking
machine in a galley which is not immediately obvious what it
does based on appearance but still practically able to
produce large amounts of food in any amount imaginable.
FREIGHT
What. The. Hell. Is that?
The machine, of course, does not answer.
Freight looks the machine up and down, trying to figure it
out. He finds several buttons but no immediate answer as
to what it is. He searches around the room and finds a
computer terminal. He pushes the button examines through
several files before finding one on the mess hall.
INSTRUCTIONAL VIDEO
Hi there! I’m Gerald Danes. I’m
here to talk to you about the
Creator 9000. The Creator 9000 has
been programmed with food material
from across known space. All you
have to do is type the food you’re
looking for into the screen, put in
enough mass for the Creator to
provide your food and the wonders
of modern molecular chemistry do
the rest. No mess, no fuss, no
time spent cooking and best of all,
no calories!
(CONTINUED)
Monday, September 7, 2015
[The 500] Your Answer
The 500 is a literary site in which authors contribute to a literary question, in this case "Where do we go from here?" I answered. Quite literarily.
Your Answer
by Rhombus Ticks
Left. Well. You asked.
What? You wanted a different answer. A hundred years ago, the answer was
West. Fifty years ago the answer was Beverly Hills. In the 80s, it was
this little old place where we can get together.
You asked. I answered. Go left.
Don't go that other way. That other way would lead you straight to that
nasty castle. You think I'm joking. Sure...sure...sure...there is
dancing Goblins and a baby that seems to be gravitationally challenged,
but at the same time, the only way to go forward is to go back, jack, do
it again, else they turn you round and around until you don't know which
end is up.
Go left.
Right is wrong. And wrong is slowly becoming right. Any direction can
always take you back to where you started but if you start in the Pit of
Despair lolling over the Bog of Eternal Stench then you are probably way
way way way way in right field and there is no answer for it but truth.
Go back to the beginning. It is as I said. Your answer was found early.
Oh. You want more. What do I look like a Pez dispenser?
I told you what to do. How many more parables do you need? This above
all, to thine own self be true. Most people, when faced with their true
reflection, run screaming from the magic mirror gate. You ever wonder why
that is? What is that true reflection?
Perhaps it is because introspection is frightening. That gaping maw of
the true depth of your character might be that of a soggy Krispy Kreme
left over plate and you can't handle the truth if it came and bit you on
the ass. Guess what? It is. It's knocking, so loud it could wake the
dead.
Speaking of truth, you will be dead one day...so why waste a minute more
lying to yourself? What do you do about it? What wise words will motivate
you to do something? What could the answer possibly be?
Go left.
Your Answer
by Rhombus Ticks
Left. Well. You asked.
What? You wanted a different answer. A hundred years ago, the answer was
West. Fifty years ago the answer was Beverly Hills. In the 80s, it was
this little old place where we can get together.
You asked. I answered. Go left.
Don't go that other way. That other way would lead you straight to that
nasty castle. You think I'm joking. Sure...sure...sure...there is
dancing Goblins and a baby that seems to be gravitationally challenged,
but at the same time, the only way to go forward is to go back, jack, do
it again, else they turn you round and around until you don't know which
end is up.
Go left.
Right is wrong. And wrong is slowly becoming right. Any direction can
always take you back to where you started but if you start in the Pit of
Despair lolling over the Bog of Eternal Stench then you are probably way
way way way way in right field and there is no answer for it but truth.
Go back to the beginning. It is as I said. Your answer was found early.
Oh. You want more. What do I look like a Pez dispenser?
I told you what to do. How many more parables do you need? This above
all, to thine own self be true. Most people, when faced with their true
reflection, run screaming from the magic mirror gate. You ever wonder why
that is? What is that true reflection?
Perhaps it is because introspection is frightening. That gaping maw of
the true depth of your character might be that of a soggy Krispy Kreme
left over plate and you can't handle the truth if it came and bit you on
the ass. Guess what? It is. It's knocking, so loud it could wake the
dead.
Speaking of truth, you will be dead one day...so why waste a minute more
lying to yourself? What do you do about it? What wise words will motivate
you to do something? What could the answer possibly be?
Go left.
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Archivist Interviewing Archivist
Julia Carlson Ricks interviews Lockey Burdin Lawson. One is an archivist that has just started her career, the other served during the 50s, 60s and 70s.
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Where I'm From
Rhombus recounts two anecdotes of where he is from, one from the Nation of Texas's war on the United States and the other called, "Mr. Right and Mr. Kind."
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