I know it's been a while... Sorry. Can't say I know who I'm saying sorry to, but in the event someone out there feels they need an apology, I more than happy to provide. So, can't think of much related to say... My thoughts on things... as they come to me... will have to suffice I'm afraid.

The reason I haven't posted recently is, in part, due to a long chain of ailments. But I'm getting over all that now. (I hope) And as one of the many steps I'm taking to regain control of my life, I thought I'd come here to reflect. Excuse they absurd may my train of thought may wonder.

First off, my hate for Microsoft and their many crimes. So rarely do I find myself a victim. (sarcasm) But this time I was really caught off-guard. Let me lend you a little piece of advice, most open-source projects, in my opinion, lack polish and stability, but quite commonly I find them indispensable as a swiss-army knife of sorts. Open-sourse means free of agenda, which is something many might overlook when considering software. But let me tell you this, there most certainly are certain agendas served even by computer code. I'm not talking malicious software, like spyware or viruses... What I mean to say is that, some software, though crucial to the proper operation of your machine, something you thought you'd already paid for in full, might be used to lure more money out of your pockets. Somehow that sounds like common sense now that I word it thusly, but it's an often over-looked sinister tendency for retail software to (gasp) earn money.

You know, that didn't even make an abundance of sense. Please, accept this humors tidbit in apology:
As always, I find myself secretly writing in my head as I walk to class... The topic came to humorous side-conversations... You know, maybe the heros are off screen, and the camera is just panning across to give the audience an advance view of the scene before things get down to business... such seems common in film. Or perhaps the two young lovers are walking side by side when they come to an awkward silence, comically broken by the absurd ramblings of two bystanders walking past. I thought, "what might be some good, clean, one-liners two could have to reveal an absurd conversation?"

The Characters (A and B) walk slowly and silently, deep in cheerful contemplation down a narrow hall, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of busy students around them, swarming like locust, with seemingly no finite destination. Perhaps somehow sped-up to the point they become merely a blurring torrent. They instinctively pass around the Characters, never touching either, avoiding them in such a way as to afford them their own little island of solitude in the sea of hormone-charged, over-worked, sleep-deprived, teenage life.

The Camera first follows the pair, (A and B) tracking their progress through the congested hall from several angles, including, in order:

1.) Shot between the heads of the two, as they walk side-by-side, taking their steps, instinctively, in unison. Accenting their difference in height, as their bodies gently rise and sink, not in unison, but true to their style, and somehow, in a sort of twilight harmony. (no, no idea what "twilight harmony" is, fairly certain it's nothing, but its what I was inspired to type in that moment, so it may prove useful to someone trying to understand my train of thought. Probably nothing. Though... maybe a title? hmm...)

2.) Shot behind two students sitting in the front row of a formation of desks in a classroom. The camera is positioned in the middle of the passage between the desks of the grid. The height of the camera is such as to be on par with the heads of the sitting students. Each looks pensively forward for a moment, and with no communication between the two, the two happen to reach for their supplies, their heads both looking down a bit, and away from one another, each beginning to prepare for class, each in their own way.

Out-of-uniform Boy

The boy sitting in the desk to the right wears a gray, likely non-uniform, sweatshirt. Pants sagging, quite intentionally, mockingly held up by a black belt, studded with rather short little pyramid-like metal decorations, meant to make one look slightly dangerous perhaps. He wears large, entirely black, skate-boarding shoes with black laces. Even with his pants as low on his frame, one bunched up pant-leg still manages to expose the sock on his left foot, also far from what is outlined in the uniform.

The boy reaches down and retrieves a spiral notebook, mangled and torn, with a cover devoid of any space left unmarred by the doodling of the no-doubt dozens of owners the notebook. Affixed with a certain level of tender care within however, a neat stack of fresh sheets of paper, cannibalized from a far more recent notebook. The thin metal spiral of the notebook woven carefully between each and everyone of the tiny holes of the paper within. The boy then slips out from behind his ear a chewed disposable pen, having long lost the cap that had adorned and protected it's stationary tip. Placing the notebook on the desk as crookedly as could be imagined, he places his pen, somehow not lacking any ink from it's long days of abuse, on top of the notebook diagonally.

The Studious Girl

The girl sitting in the desk on the left has long brown hair, kept in an impossibly neat pony tail. Though her hair is bound only by a single black ribbon as it flows down from the back of her head, the hair continues down an improbably strait line down past the back edge of her chair. Not a single hair out of place, much like her, conspicuously perfect. She sits with her hands neatly folded in front of her on her desk.

When she reaches to her clean, well-kept, and really quite new messenger bag, her fingers seem to dance through a strange, nearly rhythmic set of motions. Everything in its place, she need not even look into the bag as she produces a large plastic container, filled with pens of every sort. She then deftly slips both a pristine spiral notebook, and a matching day-planer, one of the smaller denomination. Everything laid upon her desk with perfect symmetry.

Back to the dynamics of that second shot

The desks are arranged in a grid, towards the rear of the room, facing the door and a white-board behind it. The pair (A and B) can be seen through the doorway of a classroom, the door, opened inwards is propped open by a brown rubber door-jam. As the pair reach midway, walking painfully slow relative to the world surrounding them, a slender, young, female teacher approaches the door, from behind the camera, and passing in front of the camera, blocking the view of the pair marching to class for a moment. (she does this as the aforementioned students flanking her retrieve their supplies.) She moves with a slight spring in her step, as she is excited to seal the outside world away, and begin today's lecture in seclusion, devoting herself with all her heart to the education of her small class of students. and kicking a door-jam from its resting place, closes the door, slowly, as it has one of those hydraulic "door master" (or w/e they are) things attached. Thus far we have not seen her face, and get only a glimpse of the side of her head as she pushes the door shut against the pressure of the hydraulic, then leaving it as the door is just nearly shut. She side steps with cat-like agility to the whiteboard beside her, picking up a marker and uncapping it. The camera come up for a close-up of the tip of the pen as she begins to write. As she finishes writing the first letter, the sound of the door finally shutting is heard as the camera skips to the next shot.

3.) Quick shot from ceiling following the two as they walk beneath it, making it clear the hall is begging to empty.

4.) A shot of the two through the water jug atop a water cooler in the hall.

The camera is now in front of them facing back to them. Character A's eyes widen a little and turn towards Character B. Waking from the pensive trance of a few moments ago.


A: "Ok, ok... what would you do if you suddenly burst into flames?"

Character B smiles as the answer comes to him, throughly impressed with himself.

B: "Easy,"

Character B casually pulls a hand out of his pocket, his wrist limp, displaying the ease with which he dispenses his prophetic words. The camera focuses on his hand, zooming abruptly inward each time he invokes the next item of his seemingly childish checklist, skipping the actual movement of each finger, simply accenting that the finger has come to rest in a new position.

B: "Stop, [raising the thump of his outstretched hand] Drop, [extending his index finger] and Roll. [extending his middle finger 45° from the forward-facing edge of his still curled ring-finger.]

Character B curls his fingers inward as his hand begins its descent back to his pocket. Midway, the camera turns to the face of Character A, clearly not convinced with the answer.

A: "...What if... what if... what if you murdered a man?"

Character A listens intently, expecting to catch character B off-guard at last.

B: "...hmm..."

Character A smiles, sensing victory.

A: "...hmm? Is that your answer?"

B: "Good guy?"

A: "W-well, I-I... suppose... and what would you do?"

B: "Induce amnesia. Live the rest of my life not knowing."

A: "...Eh? amnesia? what, make yourself forget the whole thing ever happened?"

B: "You asked how I'd survive... I wouldn't last long if I knew."

The two at long last reach the end of the hall, their class. The camera shifts to the opposite end of the hall. As character B slips into the classroom, character A hesitates, thinking. Then disappears through the doorway.

Cut to black I guess?

What was that!?!? I meant that to be.... short.... and funny.... what was THAT!?!?

I donno what to say... I'm shocked... I've been sitting here for hours now.... I'm.... gonna back away.... from... computer now.