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Monday

Me a Sitcom

Fade in:
 Introduction. Cold Open,     Bathroom     -- Afternoon

Camera is fixed on screaming mouth of mother outside bathroom door.
“You don’t have the guts!” She continues to taunt, “why don’t you just do it already! Put us all out of our misery.”

Camera view changes to the inside of the bathroom,

We see a young girl staring at herself in the mirror. The camera view changes to the perspective of the girl, Our Hero, she is staring at her face in the mirror. Her arms are down near the sink, out of view.
“Fuck you, I will.” She whispers once to herself and then yells it at the top of her lungs.
She makes slicing motions in the direction of her wrists out of view still.
The camera pans down to Our Hero’s wrists where you can see her trying over and over to slice her wrists with a lady bic, it does nothing. The camera fads.

(laughter)

Scene 2     Bathroom, to hallway, to bedroom – A while later that same day

We watch as Our Hero looks out the bathroom door to ensure the coast is clear, then sneaks from the bathroom, to the hall, to her bedroom. Her door closes extremely quietly behind her.

Scene 3 Mothers bedroom – A while later that same day

The mother is sitting up in her bed. She is in pajamas, in the middle of the day. She is taking pills. She looks lost in sadness and thought.
Cut to Our hero’s bedroom. Our hero is sitting up in bed also. She is crying quietly and keeps looking up at the door, hoping her mother will come in and talk it out. The camera pans to the door and stays there for a really long time. The audience knows her mother will not come, the audience is filled with sadness.

(aaawwww)

The camera cuts to Our Hero making ridiculous smiling poses in the mirror.

(laughter)

Music cue’s

Scene 4 Downstairs, in the kitchen, holding the phone -- That Evening

Our Hero is holding the phone to make a phone call. She looks in her phone book. The camera cuts to the phone book pages as our hero leafs through the pages. Our Hero looks at blank pages in all the category sections; Church – empty, School – Empty, Relatives, there are two listings. They both say Grandma in the beginning. She chooses one, and starts to dial.
The camera cuts out to Our Hero sliding down the wall onto her butt, as the receiver clicks in acceptance on the other end of the phone.
Our Hero is nervous, “Hello? Grandma? It’s your Granddaughter. I know I’ve never called before, but…”
We watch Our Hero look surprised, then a little happy, a then terribly sad.

(aaawwww)

“Okay then, maybe another time.” Our Hero eeks out, “yeah, I love you too!”
Our Hero stands up and hangs up the phone. A tear streams down her cheek. “Not even worth the time of a lame brained senior citizen, awesome.” She laughs at herself and the leaves the room. The camera fades.

(laughter) 

Scene 5     Jr. High School Campus, -- The Next Day

The camera view cuts to the inside of an, obvious, English classroom in progress. The students are starting to take turns, in order, to read. The camera then pans to Our Hero.

Our Hero Voice Over, we are again inside Our Hero’s head.
 One, two, three,… Okay, I’m sixth… The more we told Dill about the Radley’s,…

The camera pans back to the readers and then the classroom. We see the class listening intently. The camera pans closer and closer to Our Hero. The Audience starts to realize Our Hero is rereading her paragraph over and over and not listening to the the readers.

The camera cuts to a moment later and we hear Our Hero read the last few words of her paragraph to read, “The more he would wonder.” Our Hero then looks up with a nervous smile. The rest of classroom does not notice and everybody quickly moves on. The next person starts to read.

Our Hero Voice Over
 Nailed it! (then goes back to rereading the paragraph she was assigned to read again, ignoring the reader.) after a few rereads Our Hero starts reading the paragraph in a southern drawl, The mower we tol Diyall ‘bout the Redleey’s…

(laughter) 

Scene 6, Our Hero’s Bedroom, Later That Night

We open to Our Hero sitting on her bed listening to good music. Her mother yells from across the hall, “Will you come here please?”

Camera cuts to Our Hero standing in the door frame looking inside her mothers bedroom. Her mother is in pajamas again, and sitting up in bed again.
“I’m sorry we fought yesterday.” Her mother looks up apologetically at Our Hero.
“I’m sorry too.” Our Hero whispers back.
“I thought you said you were gonna kill yourself?” Her mother says with sarcasm and guilt.
“Yeah, I didn’t have the guts.” Our Hero says with a small smile.
“Okay, well I gotta go to sleep now, I work tonight, of course.” Her mother laments.
“Okay, good night, I love you.” Our Hero says.
Her mother does not respond.
The camera cuts to her mother with outstretched arms, waiting for a hug.
Our Hero hugs her mom. They embrace for a few moments. The mom pulls away first.

“Okay, now goodnight.” Her mother insists.
“Okay, goodnight.” Our Hero says, on her way out her mothers bedroom door. Camera fades.

The camera cuts to Our Hero, almost entering her bedroom, when she tilts her head as hears her mother. 
“Oh, Honey!” Her mother yells.
Our Hero, looks up, excited and happy, she turns and looks back into her mother's room through the door frame, her mother is laying in her bed. Her mothers tilts her head up slightly, to say something meaningful, their eyes meet.
“Yes?” Our Hero asks excitedly.
“Shut my door please,” her mom says through tired eyes as she lays her head onto the pillow.

The door closes.


End of Cold Open

Thursday

Nuoc Mam Cham

Okay, so I fucking love this Vietnamese sauce.
It is fantastic.
The thing is, every time I go to order it, I also try to pronounce it, but I do it in a way that makes sure they know I don't know what the fuck I'm saying.
Well anyway,
Nobody. I MEAN NOBODY ever says the name back to me loudly or proudly! A lot of servers to chef's just look at me like, "what the fuck are you talking about?" but never say "Oh, you mean NUOC MAM CHAM" and like totally make their mouths say the words.
What the fuck?
Does nobody know how to say this fucking word?

Now I gotta go around asking the world.
How the fuck do you say, "nuoc mam cham."

**btw I keep that shit stored in my fridge most days!**

Tuesday

Hill and Teller

I grew up with some criminals, thieves.
Not necessarily masterminds, but criminals none-the-less.

Criminals are fun because they do magic!

They make stuff happen that normally would not or could not.
Example;
A thief does not have any money, but some how buys whatever they want.
A magician does not have anything in their hat, but some how pulls a bunny out!

A thief does not have any money, but somehow your cash is gone.
A magician has nothing up his sleeve, but your watch!

I tried being a thief. I was terrible. I had no sleight of hand.
I stole makeup when I was 8. I was caught. It was humiliating. I QUIT that career!

Sleight of hand is real handy for magic, but not necessary.
Sleight of hand as a thief, mandatory.

SOMEBODY uses slight of hand who is A MASTERMIND.

She is not a magician.
She does make shit magically disappear.
She delivers with magic!

Not really.
Not at all!
She delivers with sleight of hand and is a fucking criminal mastermind.
She is YOUR Secretary of State and do you see what she is doing now?

She's at it again.

The emails? What emails. Oh these?
  What about the other one behind your back?
Those? What? That's nothing, really.
REALLY, it's fucking nothing! Now look away.
Shiny object pointed to misdirect.
And we're gone.

Poof.
Magic.

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Clinton Scandal, If it hasn't dissappeared already

Monday

Put Your Panties On America

I hate to fan the xenophobic flame that burns so brightly in America, but as it turns out, We are a bunch of pussies in the drinking department. You, know, compared to OVER THERE.

They have their shit together. They hold their liquor. They aren't a bunch of overloaded, spazed out, belligerent fucks. They keep that shit locked down.

Okay, maybe they're not that perfect, but drinking is part of their culture, and they accept it. They drink. They ALL FUCKING DRINK. It is no big deal AT ALL.

Because they all drink, they know how to keep it together, function with it.

I know. You're the one person on Earth that doesn't have a vice and theirs is too much! Whatever, we all have vices. If you don't enjoy or acknowledge your vice it will likely become your addiction. Good luck with that.

Now, I know it's not entirely possible OVER HERE.
The reasons being public transportation sucks balls in this country.

I know, the Government, has let you down again. But, I'll get back to that later.

People need to acknowledge they like to drink sometimes.
It's not a big fucking deal.
If IT Is, it's NOT the booze.
If you take THAT PERSON's booze, they'll find something else.

I wish we'd get it together.
If we started walking, riding bikes, using cabs, demanded public transportation, used the roads cohesively, became better educated drivers, we could all just chill the fuck out
and
have a drink.




TADA...
You know, it's the old it's not US it's You,
 from THEM.
“GOVERNMENT WARNING: (1) According to the Surgeon General, women should not drink alcoholic beverages during pregnancy because of the risk of birth defects. (2) Consumption of alcoholic beverages impairs your ability to drive a car or operate machinery, and may cause health problems”