Over on Twitter, I said I was going to do a rewrite of Pulp Fiction, write in Professor Henry Higgins, and call it Pulp Diction.
But I probably won’t. Probably.
Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
Over on Twitter, I said I was going to do a rewrite of Pulp Fiction, write in Professor Henry Higgins, and call it Pulp Diction.
But I probably won’t. Probably.
I’m going to keep the dream alive. Or sew together pieces of several dead dreams, apply lightning to the electrodes, and hope for the best.
An ad I just heard on the radio just used the phrase “pony up.”
I know what it means, but I don’t understand it. When was the last time a pony gave you money for anything? According to my horse-owning friends, the cash flow is always the other way.
I think when I go to bed tonight, I will close my eyes & imagine an infinite number of lemurs skating around a lemniscate.
You might say, But Paul! Are they rollerskating or ice skating? And I would answer, because there are an infinite number of them, they are both rollerskating AND ice skating. AND roller skating on ice. JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN.
Local news reporting that to the north, “it’s snowing to beat the band.”
See, this is why I never joined the band. Too much worrying; too much looking over your shoulder, just waiting for someone to come along and start hitting you for no good reason at all.
It’s like being a gunslinger, except with musical instruments and a musical score.
I am now tempted to write a story about a hard-boiled detective who used to be a musician. He’s got scores to settle.
I am going to write a story about a Moebius stripper. Just when you think she’s finished her routine, you realize that she’s just started.
He walks unnoticed in a crowd, as he struggles desperately with the overpowering urge to help his fellow man. He is…
THE PHILANTHROPIST.
Coming soon to a movie theatre near you.
After watching Turner Classic Movies, I am inspired to work on a movie script:
A boy comes to suspect that his madcap aunt is behind a series of unfortunate ‘accidents’ that seem to follow her wherever she goes.
AUNTIE MAIM
I am writing a new Thor origin story.
“I worked out really hard to get big and fit.
AND NOW I AM THOR!”
If I have nothing to say, I try to say it in as few words as possible.