I WROTE SOMETHING (now what do I do?)

[This is an idea I have for an episode of Bibleman. This some of what I have written]

Life's Constant Barrage

This is about fear.
A teacher is using the unconditional stimulus (UCS) method to create a natural, unconditional response (UCR), fear of Christians and Christianity. As far as I know this kind of conditioning works on children who are less than a year old by placing the object they are suppose to fear in front of them, lets say a cross, and illiciting an ill reaction whenever that object is around, for example: a clanging of a metal bar with a hammer close to the child. This natural needs to be put to a stop, hence Bibleman's intervention.

Fight Scene-wise:
Has indotrinated students as far back as the 80s and 70s. So now they are fully formed warriors of fear for him to utilize against Bibleman. A Juliard-esque graduate with the best fencing capabilities of her class who can out fight Bibleman and his crew in a swordmatch. (BM uses verses about overcoming fear to either persuade them, weaken them, and in some cases distract them from fighting) She has students herself who she castisizes in front of BM and while they fight. ("Quit pretending to be Errol Flynn and aim for HIM not his SWORD!")

That may cover it, but just for the heck of it some throwaway ideas:
He has various sports teams of fighting squads under his wings (of fear). Such as
Wrestlers, Basketballers, Lacross-ers, Equestrians, Rugby players (exchange students from England)
He doesn't fight himself. He’s like the Emperor in Star Wars (Think Empire Strikes back and strike everything else out of memory).
He’s hard to defeat and confront seeing as he has been planning from the 1970s to meet his goals.
His alter-ego is a likable history teacher with few misgivings.
His appearance as a teacher is drastically different to the appearance he has as an evil mastermind. (which should lead to him having a shape shifting device of sorts, maybe one of the appearances is how he wished he looked and one is what he has been stuck with. Not sure which way to go there. It would be more interesting, and very Norman Osborn-y, for the teacher mask to be his real face and the supervillian mask to be the one only HE acknowledges as his true face.
Has many agents of fear. They could be anyone and everywhere…even unbeknownst to themselves. Oooooo, maybe it’s one of Bibleman’s squad! Too soon to tell though.


Opens with a flashback.
A child is scared. Screaming. Attempting to hide in an enclosed black room. His greatest fear is on the other side of the room: a small somewhat ornate wooden cross with a figure of a child kneeling, eyes closed, with a chalice in his hand. A comforting voice is heard telling the child to “Don’t be afraid. Papa’s here.”
The Story, proper, ensues with Bibleman and the crew going through their usual motions of modus operandi with a villain from their rogues gallery.

Facebooks sucks; nothing has just changed

The reason facebook sucks is not the arbitrary friends you collect because Myspace and all other sites like it have that issue.
It's not it's design, which was at first basic and self-restrained. Has become malleable and complex (not quite as user friendly as they probably hoped it would be though). Not exactly a bad thing really.
I hate you facebook for making me think I can talk to my friends on the fly. I expect responsiveness akin to a chatroom or forum. I end up checking up on all updates and just sitting there waiting for responses. My wait made as well come in the form of sleep because only a handful will respond within a minute or 30 minute frame. And then I have to find where the update is. Photos? Groups? Some new game of vampires or Harry Potter that I don't have the patience to play? (The notifications have cleared this discrepancy up as of late)
I have the blog that I update so rarely, I have the twitter to keep up with the manic thoughts of Warren Ellis, and I have 456 unread e-mail messages. Keeping my facebook is more of a burden than ever.
I want to be a solid writer and facebook does not help in that respect as much as the rest do.

I did the 40th annual(? I don't know. it could be bi-annual) Dove Awards (think contemporary gospel awards show) for the Gospel Channel at the Grand Ole Opry. That was sweeeeeet and X-TREME.
I got so much sleep and naptime done last month and this month that I think I od'ed on unconsciousness. I got so tired of myself wasting away and not contributing to society that this Production Assistant job came at just the right time.

Now I talked the executive producer into working on something else for him.
It has to do with superheroes, so really? I'm as happy as a little gurrrl!

I cannot believe I get to work with a superhero character. I'm SO excited to try out all the story plots I've seen work in so many comics and film and tv and OMIGOD I'VE GOT TO DO AN EPISODE ABOUT _______!!! THAT'S GONNA BE FUCKING BOSS.

This was kinda thrown at me. And it is expected that my script will be cut to shreds by production so, that being the case, what do I have to lose by writing whatever story I like?

Oh and the show is... nevermind I'll write some dialouge and srping it on ya that way.

WORD OF THE DAY:
Titbitchfuckshit

Soon to be TV movie " Merv Loves Work"

(A little something I wrote in Junior Year at University School Of Nashville in my "Love Stories" class. Merv Albright, an ode to Marv of Frank Miller's SinCity fame and Marv Albert of "YESHHH!" fame is mix up in an Office Space type would that he relishes to belong to. Strange right? Why would he want that? Hmph, maybe if we read a little we'll find out for ourselves)

An
André Churchwell Production


Merv jogs to catch up to the bus to his job. He’s almost directly behind it when it charges off without him. He slaps the back window and screams, "Where’re you going? Stop! You can’t leave without ME!"
The chase begins with him standing in astonishment. He takes of cutting through a mini-mart. In the front and out the side door, with a "Hi" and a "Bye" to the cashier he swings of the door handle. Skeeting down different alleys looking for a low gate or no-gate, he finds a lower than usual high-fence. With a sigh and a lunge, Merv klangs onto the fence and bounces off the earth. With a bit more resiliency and spirit, he kicks off the wall of the building to his right to get to the top of the fence. He strains his arms to get the rest of his body over the fence until he gets a foot over it. Easy as pie from here on. All Merv has to do now get to his work place before he gets fired for being late for the 20th time this month (13 the boss knows about). He doesn’t even see the bus parked out front the lot; a sign that he maybe too late. He storms into the building, not noticing the bus just pulling into the lot as he opens the door.
He stomps up the stairs when he finds he can’t wait for the elevator. He runs ramshackle through the office space and straight to the boss’s room. The secretary tries to stop him but to no avail. "You can’t go in there!"

Merv searches around and finds the room to be empty. "Where is he?" he says. She strikes back, "Oh, I don’t but you must go."
"(Chuckles, with a snort) Hey that was cool!"
"What?"
"You just made that rhyme, what you just said, that was cool."
"It didn’t really mean to…but I guess it’s true. Anyways, it’s not really that cool."
"(Snort) Oh, I whole-heartedly disagree."

By then Mr. Pennywinkle came out of the bathroom, buttoning up his pants he says, "What the Twinkies is going on here? Merv, what are you doing here?"
Merv goes into beg-mode, "Sir, I just want you to know that those last 10 infractions on the getting-here-on-time code were misjudgements on my part and I take full responsibility of." His boss, Mr. Pennywnickle tries to chime in, "But Merv…"

"Ah, I would like…love a chance to explain myself. Now this time, this time I really wanted to be here, sir. I have this passion for not getting thrown out of my office. I trailed the morning bus that was supposed to take me after that byzantine mongrel of a bus driver who wouldn’t stay the extra three seconds needed for me to get on the b..b…bloody bus! I ran over trashcans, outrun police dogs, climb a wall, and…and a clerk tried to shoot me! Yeah, for strolling through his store on my intent to find a shorten distance to this, your, establishment. What with the bruises and burns all over my…bruised and mangled body, frankly, I’m surprised I made it here in alive and enact. What more could I do? I was a mere runner in the race, nay, the marathon, nay, the Nascar for survival! One must have a trade or one does not exist (chokes on tears). So I say to you now, by my bonds, damn my track record and damn your preconceived notions!! I am Merv Albright, and I showed up to work!!!!"

A dramatic pause ensues, then the secretary and Mr. Pennywinkle look at each other.