Monthly Archives: October 2015

INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY ANNA and BETH, two hot young things, are on the sofa playing a video game.  Each has a different bag of Doritos:  Anna has Nacho Cheese, Beth has Cool Ranch. Anna:  “Die! Beth:  “You die!” Something drops onto … Continue reading →

Not trying to do the director’s job by spelling out where the focus is, or calling for wide or narrow shots. I’m just following my mental movie, and why I think certain things should be a certain way to make … Continue reading →

I’m writing the battle script now with only one rule in mind, the single most important one:  the Rule of Cool!  (Click on pic for utter awesomeness) (seriously, TVTropes is an awesome resource for writers and performers.) Don’t worry, the rewrite will … Continue reading →

For my long-time readers–all three of you–the past four posts have probably seemed…wierd…which is, weirdly weird.  The subtext–as you’ve all figured out if you’ve dropped by, as you’re the  most intelligent commenters in Internet history–is that “we” are planning to do … Continue reading →

To spark the epic battle, I’ve been looking for the brand-newest flavor.  Wasn’t expecting it to be…LGBT?!  What, like…lettuce, gouda, bacon and tomato?  That just might work! …as it turns out, they’re standard flavors, lots o’ food coloring.  Bags are $10 or … Continue reading →

Maybe Doritos Fu should be the actual name of the ad?  Although of course we want to make “You will fight for them!” a catchphrase.  Here’s the script post, here’s the first notes. I’ll certainly get you gals a complete script by Nov. … Continue reading →

Okay, notes. The script below—here’s the link— was a first draft written in only 30 minutes, so apologies for the lack of polish and usual formatting.  (Although commercial scripts are much different from film/TV, being double-columned.) The pace has to … Continue reading →

INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY ANNA and BETH, two hot young things, are on the sofa playing a video game.  Each has a different bag of Doritos; one, the classic Nacho Cheese, the other Cool Ranch. Anna:  “Die! Beth:  “You die!” Something drops … Continue reading →

It took decades, but I finally entered the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest, by far the world’s greatest contest of bad writing. My entry: The jar was oozing, and the ooze was jarring: a dank fetid oleaginous slime that slapped and slithered across … Continue reading →

Just…not very rapidly: (Hat tip: powerline.)