Guess Who's Back; Back Again. Danny's Back. Tell a Friend.

I haven't posted in this thing in almost two years. Isn't that intense? That's a hypothetical question. You know this much because it was asked through a single directional medium. Some scholars would argue that blogs are NOT a single directional medium because readers can leave comments. These scholars are worthless and wrong.

I have to write a ten page short script this evening. The time is 10:22pm EST. Will I finish this script tonight? Yes. Will it be about an "Embrace Diversity" day-camp ravaged by a troupe of xenophobic zombies? Quite possibly.

This is my last resort. Every other script idea that I've come up with turns out to be an exact replica of an already existing Hollywood script. For what it's worth, I'm pretty sure that there aren't any stories about skin-head mutants. No, wait. Fuck! The Hills Have Eyes! God dammit!!! gjaoioegjaiwj89awt3!!!!

Now it's 10:33pm EST. I've spent most of the last 11 minutes channel surfing. My journey ended on cable channel 27: HGTV. It's a rerun of Renovation Realities but I haven't seen this one yet. This episode's renovator has a really mean handlebar mustache. Jesus, this show is boring even by HGTV standards. I just missed an episode of House Hunters. That's way more legit.

Shit! This woman owns a Bichon Frise like my mom's dog, Xena. This woman's dog is actually uglier. I know it's hard to believe.

I start to feel ashamed watching HGTV because all of the commercials are for Kashi and Playtex. I understand that the purpose of marketing is to make money, but these ads are reifnorcing gender stereotypes like whoa.

10:40 pm EST. God, I don't want to start on this script. This show is so boring. Ahhhhh shit someone is about to use itallliiiiiiicccccssss! Okay, this needs to end. Now a little teaser:

Ext. Diversity Camp-Day

A group of students sits. Members of every ethnicity, gender, creed, and sexual orientation are present.

David: "Guys, I think we've finally made some real progress."
Angela: "Yeah! I feel so close to all of you. It's like our differences don't even matter anymore!"
Mohinder: "Our differences make us special!"

As the members of Unicamp embrace in a group hug, BORIS lags behind. He has a pale complexion and red eyes.

Mohinder: "What's a matter, Boris? Did you forget all we've learned about uni-love?!"

Campers laugh and continue hugging and smiling. Boris lunges forward and sinks his razor sharp teeth into Mohinder's ear. He bites the skin loose, tearing open Mohinder's face. Boris then begins to cry in agony.

Boris: "He's eating my brains! Dear God! He's eating my fucking brains!"

Now campers notice a wave of bodies climbing over Happy Hill and toward their campsite. Members of every ethnicity, creed, gender, and sexual orientation are represented in the un-dead militia. As they creep toward the camp the sunny sky is obstructed by dark, ominous clouds. The wind picks up and heavy rain begins to fall. Campers run in every direction, but zombies are everywhere, eating brains without discrimination.

Angela: "Is this Hell?"
David: "No. Some of the zombies are Christian."