tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612512024-03-06T19:53:28.913-08:00I Didn't Write That!Disreputable words and questionable art from notorious cartoonist John Linton Roberson.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4501125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-60187398069188401432024-02-15T16:45:00.000-08:002024-02-16T14:11:20.598-08:00Stewart Seems to Not Get the Assignment<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://marytrump.substack.com/p/jon-stewarts-danger-to-democracy" target="_blank">Mary Trump calls Stewart's return "bothsides bullshit,</a>" and I have to say, I agree. The first thing he does when he gets back is go after Joe Biden? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">And yes, I realize the punchline was Trump Is Old Too, it doesn't matter. His emphasis on Biden leaves its own impression.
I get the feeling Stewart thinks he can calm everyone down with this return to his BothSides attitude, but you know what? We're far past that when one of the candidates TRIED TO VIOLENTLY OVERTHROW THE GOVERNMENT. Focusing on age, in the face of that, is really fucking stupid.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Remember way back when that it was Stewart who helped keep the "Obama Is a Muslim" idea alive by turning it into a running gag. Which he thought was ironic, but it only served to keep the idea warm and fresh, regardless of how he meant it; the end result was people kind of ACCEPTING that idea, whether it bothered them or not. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Stewart seems to think by saying both sides are guilty, he gets to be Mr Moderate Peacemaker, like Crumb's Joey Tissue. But that no longer works. (if it ever did)<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCDaBAZb19Sv1D9gy-i1yh4RhjOnQQSMEnulCPlIk5Kq-1zcuQQ5LxmKaJNbu8hH6yMlRtvjabIN3EA6v3OW9Puz06v2hMEH69d2G4VsyGuCuKk6Orf7Zo68bozaNWA7cfRqyrW5F8qPUtvPjAzdfgjZAcR-TgVId8jZh8GcyhFZ5gx0u4IA/s1196/image(7).png" style="font-family: georgia; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="722" data-original-width="1196" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCDaBAZb19Sv1D9gy-i1yh4RhjOnQQSMEnulCPlIk5Kq-1zcuQQ5LxmKaJNbu8hH6yMlRtvjabIN3EA6v3OW9Puz06v2hMEH69d2G4VsyGuCuKk6Orf7Zo68bozaNWA7cfRqyrW5F8qPUtvPjAzdfgjZAcR-TgVId8jZh8GcyhFZ5gx0u4IA/w400-h241/image(7).png" title="Robert Crumb" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Instead he just keeps Republican talking points alive. (And makes <a href="https://www.thedailybeast.com/elon-musk-approves-as-jon-stewart-puts-biden-under-scrutiny" target="_blank">Elon Musk happy</a>)<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">It's a little like how Parker and Stone helped keep hatred of Saddam alive on <b>South Park</b>(including the film) so it was easily re-ignited once the time came to conquer Iraq.(I will also never forgive them for the very clever "ironic" propaganda <b>That's My Bush</b>, which was one of the best gifts he could have gotten) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Another example of why I think you SHOULD examine comedy and the refusal to do so leaves you vulnerable to the ways it can be used to manipulate you, more easily than just about any other method. Because comedy poses as your FRIEND.<br /><br /><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="534.38" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NpBPm0b9deQ?si=0LXAROC1Gwg5jhzt" title="YouTube video player" width="950"></iframe><br />
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</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-5696628846453581602024-02-10T16:33:00.000-08:002024-02-10T16:39:42.162-08:00In Which I Kill That Awful Vince McMahon Meme For Good<p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Since we all know this <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fslate.com%2Fculture%2F2024%2F02%2Fwwe-vince-mcmahon-federal-investigation-janel-grant-bret-hart.html%3Ffbclid%3DIwAR17VQS8nNFnbXf3B8ZhA4KgTewwMhgIPrf5GUH8qFblYANtG5RBb7CKR-I&h=AT2-uyogaDOtjOjdSh1Nc6OMVOjpKquG0I8vuZaItMOjBfAo--5VN4-oGSLVOXEDt6WMfv9A6mkwzmQnxtovoM1G0t7GgcDjUwbiQibzTKlIH7xE5RtJC2DERC2eiWnakXfZtNrJAPM7ogvnkQ&__tn__=-UK-R&c[0]=AT3aRW4XLrnwFF3Zo-Sijm8VPxeJFD7tc_FiKpqcgj9L2FH3embEBx6-afN8ktPZI1E2lLv19-_8RnAtDt6Pi9cMtFE1B4sjaHnj-IKoUmCpwI1pg1qxAro0cUiwwvvpRIQPGtAYDJDIKf1OjA2FUEa-Wy_uysFnWvKzTDq5kNmMeT_op3Rtww" target="_blank">bastard is not just a rapist but one of the worst kinds of rapist</a>...I never want to see people using this template again unless it's to attack him specifically. I declare this meme template dead. Here is its corpse.<br /></span></p><p><br />
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfW4-o-KhBkW6Ol6OOTDobQVqb4WsGp0dEF2_usplBw4TBmsD6h1-ZNJ6QlLigHSXn1RZfsQP0_C2ZrJdcneN75_-sAlJOk_6l_WLEDy1lbvNU_88mijD38kunZ-u_gutBE3qjM0XT58Tu7iMTRm7LFV43nHG5WMcr8m6z9X20PZyLpdcVg/s2268/RAPIST_VINCE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="1348" height="1033" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfW4-o-KhBkW6Ol6OOTDobQVqb4WsGp0dEF2_usplBw4TBmsD6h1-ZNJ6QlLigHSXn1RZfsQP0_C2ZrJdcneN75_-sAlJOk_6l_WLEDy1lbvNU_88mijD38kunZ-u_gutBE3qjM0XT58Tu7iMTRm7LFV43nHG5WMcr8m6z9X20PZyLpdcVg/w614-h1033/RAPIST_VINCE.jpg" width="614" /></a></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-1027400099021807632024-02-10T01:08:00.000-08:002024-02-10T17:02:18.968-08:00The Shadow of the Tower (1972)<br /><br />A little-known series that was meant as a follow-up to the much more famous Elizabeth R, about her grandad.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://jlroberson.blogspot.com/2022/05/the-shadow-of-tower-1972.html" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="1016" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj3V9_w0tFi1E2AIB0GSTl5wnj0ON8mzggqL0ghTMZg3iH1E0ZMZo7igS-yLtbsf8y6TqgpFORM0fAGEZasMsuY6j68Keu0MkeggUnqsh0xbKEL6I6hbcv8vd00hK8-_SJzUZ7T7M4YXeEqIcnEUjyNXghHxqFqEf5Ja_j1PVaKjAB9Ag/w400-h297/MV5BYmE3NmNiNzktMGZiNy00MjcyLTkyODctMTg5OWY1MmJlNzA1XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTE0MzgwNQ@@._V1_.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><div><br /> <a name='more'></a>This covers a king not spoken about much because he's overshadowed by his notorious son, the tyrant Henry VIII. Who, it turns out, he could not have been more unlike. </div><div><br />
That's something that makes this a little unusual: Henry VII spent his reign trying to reunite England after the Wars of the Roses by turning it into a merchant superpower, the idea being that prosperity discourages disunion. He faced two major pretenders to his throne, one of whom he killed and the other he made his servant(and the guy backing him got killed). Mostly what happens in the series happens around him rather than directly involving him: there is one episode about a completely laughable plot that never even gets to be enough of a threat for him to bother with, even when he finds out about it.
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The episodes have different writers and directors. Of course, this being BBC in the 70s, the production values are...nonexistent. Basically, filmed theatre. But honestly, I like the style: it puts a greater burden on the writing and acting and both are superb.
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The guy who plays Henry VII, by the way, James Maxwell, was American. And he's totally fascinating to watch, playing an honorable, if sneaky, king who does not want to kill anyone if he can help it. (though he certainly does when it's a question of them or him) So different from his tyrant son. (who you see as a kid toward the end of the series) There's an excellent scene where he is praying at the same time as he's doing accounts in his head, ending with the prayer: "Please let me be solvent."<br /><br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-44542532769909471622024-01-02T16:07:00.000-08:002024-02-10T16:23:01.529-08:00Comedy Is Not Sacred<p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">My reaction when a comedian complains to millions in his newest cable or streaming special how "silenced" and "cancelled" he is:<br /><br /></span> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZARswSZgpjHzOcrYUqFKOZl73ACOu2rT01xasizeJONAcnDwokKwNAnMu0W4-YWQ8_tiwT1YvG69F3Joqtz-TtYYo_Qq4G6iLj_4SN0QNwPl07yAHApopm8jKAebEpltIszXAUUSoKlfcP2NqZTpVvK9tRHN0I1oirUbE3BiBF6GuSCNeA/s1021/2912453c1a912290.png" style="font-family: georgia; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="From Millar & Quitely's THE AUTHORITY" border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="1021" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZARswSZgpjHzOcrYUqFKOZl73ACOu2rT01xasizeJONAcnDwokKwNAnMu0W4-YWQ8_tiwT1YvG69F3Joqtz-TtYYo_Qq4G6iLj_4SN0QNwPl07yAHApopm8jKAebEpltIszXAUUSoKlfcP2NqZTpVvK9tRHN0I1oirUbE3BiBF6GuSCNeA/w640-h240/2912453c1a912290.png" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><div dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1swvt13 xjkvuk6" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":ra8:"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">No, <a href="https://www.thedailybeast.com/dave-chappelles-new-netflix-special-the-dreamer-proves-hes-learned-nothing" target="_blank">Ricky Gervais and Dave Chappelle, "all laughter"</a> is NOT good.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />For
instance, Nazis often laughed at Jews they humiliated and abused(and
killed) in the streets. As bullies usually laugh when they're bullying.
Romans thought the disabled and deformed were inherently funny and
laughed at them quite readily. (Like, apparently, Dave Chappelle) </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Laughter does not excuse any and all things, and COMEDY is not sacred. Sometimes laughter is a cudgel. <span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto">What idiot, knowing how people are, thinks comedy is sacred <span></span>and
always good? Comedy can be a force for good. It can also be a weapon of
privilege. You laugh at what you don't respect to show it can't
threaten or scare you. Fascists and bullies do this to the weak too.</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Bullies love to laugh. For bullies, laughter is affirmation of their group's superiority and their victim's powerlessness. That's why a bully or a fascist's jokes are like that. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Humor is not always a good thing and it is not inherently a healing force, and anyone who tries to tell you the only sacred cow is comedy is probably trying to sell you things. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Laughter is an affirmation of relief, of one's own security. That is not inherently good or bad. Humor can be used for cruelty--which USUALLY involves mockery and laughter. Indeed, laughter is a key component of most human cruelty.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Jokes, humor, and laughter serve different needs for different people, and when a villain laughs, that hardly makes him more human or warmer. <br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The thing is, too: Gervais, Chappelle, and any other comedian that refuses to
adapt, are just hacks who can't make new material. </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVSy0HjEYIOFO6xKv3qK5NBhRJZXj7RlkGgzu_SMK4HLsos2z3woD0-N0iMEUb-gyOuVsbKWxQ0eW8OehwUkXF5VTY_9vaGNc7mNzgxRv-i91ieSSqACSCOqrUuqwAkDstLQIZzOeUP8kCWVMfhJfqIUEFxkMFePbgxW535jCSaRB0jDDWUw/s973/3f7c50e47946aa0b.png" style="font-family: georgia; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="414" data-original-width="973" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVSy0HjEYIOFO6xKv3qK5NBhRJZXj7RlkGgzu_SMK4HLsos2z3woD0-N0iMEUb-gyOuVsbKWxQ0eW8OehwUkXF5VTY_9vaGNc7mNzgxRv-i91ieSSqACSCOqrUuqwAkDstLQIZzOeUP8kCWVMfhJfqIUEFxkMFePbgxW535jCSaRB0jDDWUw/w400-h170/3f7c50e47946aa0b.png" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Comedy depends more
on its audience than almost any other art form, whether you like it or
not. How is something funny without someone to find it funny? And if they're more offended than amused, is that their fault or the comedian's? Doesn't that merely mean the comedian has failed to make people laugh?<br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Without an audience it doesn't exist, and if they don't laugh,
that's it, you failed, and complaining won't make you any funnier. The
problem is not the audience, <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/4352/4352-h/4352-h.htm" target="_blank">the problem is inflexible comedians who refuse to change</a> when their audience changes.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4t211KC3l1iGa8a5dbJb8hHy57z3GmFkjZV_rdOapGQpfzU3tqUPOCDydnSdSzLbskjrP3kyaT9Mv4TVR1HxiF0CEoI4JUKHnIcob0xt7TOx5JmdVB2YqIpWRnB_v9xBdgeak934fMHUb7DwllWgTWItaS-W6jrHNajvzSh48Q0BxUDxEw/s4180/cleeseisacoward.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1439" data-original-width="4180" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4t211KC3l1iGa8a5dbJb8hHy57z3GmFkjZV_rdOapGQpfzU3tqUPOCDydnSdSzLbskjrP3kyaT9Mv4TVR1HxiF0CEoI4JUKHnIcob0xt7TOx5JmdVB2YqIpWRnB_v9xBdgeak934fMHUb7DwllWgTWItaS-W6jrHNajvzSh48Q0BxUDxEw/w768-h264/cleeseisacoward.png" title="click to embiggen" width="768" /></a></div><br /><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-38221935968657619222024-01-02T01:03:00.000-08:002024-01-02T01:03:00.457-08:00Yet Another Vladrushka Pinup: DROP<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">...or rather, a Berlin pinup. <br /><br />Click <a href="http://www.jlroberson.org/comix/smut/vladrushka/PINUP/index.html" target="_blank">image to see larger version</a>, as well as links to buy posters, prints and more!</span><br /></p><p><br /> <br />
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.jlroberson.org/comix/smut/vladrushka/PINUP/index.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="7200" data-original-width="5400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghzVGjpU8vmQTSDYL2s4yn8bbow2JSjUlCM2zkVdTr5V5WDq49jC9c5wmU4a6bXhSiXh-KtCT8mP76NCsIn9_K2FK3f8a50I0RkdtG0aCQDA1b7j_0H17trlHl3PxFAVQXdW53B-kjXxmSbX6TeLXPBBeV7lG8mqnka_0wU5EIXcNy1RYBaw/w480-h640/Vladrushka-DROP_v2-300-col.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-24164609391574908812023-12-31T15:59:00.000-08:002023-12-31T16:00:30.210-08:00The Final Vladrushka Filth of 2023<p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span>
</p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Acid Sauna," the <a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/95596921" target="_blank">final piece</a> of irresponsible, frivolous smut from Vladrushka and the girls for 2023. (click image to<a href="http://www.jlroberson.org/comix/smut/vladrushka/PINUP/index.html" target="_blank"> see larger version, and links to buy the poster/print</a>)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Wishing us ALL a happy 2024!</span><br />
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.jlroberson.org/comix/smut/vladrushka/PINUP/index.html" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilO9UOB6GdfNCs3dlZQaCHt71yqiVbo0-3sVsilZdCzYmeaVbXHPT4Wh8kOHDC5VTPy50pYYK9FR9JKenE0k1beQ-8B5wvhhfSHXz1-zxUG8134AJsjV8Nm_xAANuMAQOoxJFN40Z0AbRNGghgS6s_lG8lBapH8LYyHslPsRZ6HP8DwTP41g/w640-h480/Vladrushka_Pinup_Acid-Sauna.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-1900980653267642662023-12-26T21:29:00.000-08:002023-12-26T21:32:33.331-08:00New painting: Vladrushka + the Girls - "Cozy"<br /><br /> Gouache, ink and charcoal on canvas, 11"x 15". Painted on Christmas Eve and Day.<br /><br />And you can buy the original, or print(or poster), here:<ul><li><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://www.artpal.com/johnroberson?i=193683-23"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">Artpal</span></span></a> <span style="color: #ffff66; font-family: Century Gothic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://www.saatchiart.com/print/New-Media-Vladrushka-1985/1170328/8116229/view" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"></span></a></span></li><li><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Vladrushka-Cozy/1170328/11258647/view"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saatchi Art</span></span></a></span></li><li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"><a href="https://society6.com/product/vladrushka-cozy8735343_poster" target="_blank">Society6</a> <br /></span></span></span><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.jlroberson.org/comix/smut/vladrushka/PINUP/index.html" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1438" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpn85XvM5Q0Z1i-hHxKEKzHPSpBlcU9MRLpEDOUmYyAb2Y28kbo5sezWPfosGWusTnbYkRm_7AJaPkeeuJKTYwPiUXy4eaFtSg-WfAvoBg1OdWZXjVsJwzXDGSBNPrMksfyCbkEZQmW-08D5GA3Meed17v9oM0y8XQ9tcBvlrq2SCtyAIvKA/w445-h640/vlad-COZY_painting.jpg" width="445" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><h3><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Click to see larger size</span></span></h3></td></tr></tbody></table></li></ul><p><br /> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>___________________<br />
<br /><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-82665564405122615622023-04-13T11:39:00.002-07:002023-04-13T11:39:30.070-07:00ChatGPT Destroys Another Poem: CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE<div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">In which I asked ChatGPT to go after another classic poem, this time CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE. I asked it to do a version focusing on the stupidity and horror, rather than courage or duty. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie9i4r75bnPu87YyfB2z6j0H3NQ92eAOTyZBqu0wytcaJiN1mfOYyT6tENEIb1PGhmuJHTl0Ly-nWGNvVRQaI7sSDzCeK6rhdACuDdfo8xcw43CkiqjYhYnN75hmUgM7Fjw45kXppLhsqyMkiHuDmJdqLaHhsJ6lg_OjLStvPvoUTzObs/s1024/1024px-William_Simpson_-_Charge_of_the_light_cavalry_brigade,_25th_Oct._1854,_under_Major_General_the_Earl_of_Cardigan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="677" data-original-width="1024" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie9i4r75bnPu87YyfB2z6j0H3NQ92eAOTyZBqu0wytcaJiN1mfOYyT6tENEIb1PGhmuJHTl0Ly-nWGNvVRQaI7sSDzCeK6rhdACuDdfo8xcw43CkiqjYhYnN75hmUgM7Fjw45kXppLhsqyMkiHuDmJdqLaHhsJ6lg_OjLStvPvoUTzObs/w400-h265/1024px-William_Simpson_-_Charge_of_the_light_cavalry_brigade,_25th_Oct._1854,_under_Major_General_the_Earl_of_Cardigan.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />I have changed nothing:</span><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Half a brain, half a brain,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Half a brain onward,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">All in the valley of the dumb</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Rode the six hundred.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">"Forward, the Light Brigade!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">"Charge for the jello!" he said:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Into the valley of the dumb</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Rode the six hundred.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">"Forward, the Light Brigade!"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Was there a dumbass dismayed?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Not though the soldier knew</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Someone had blundered:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Theirs not to make reply,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Theirs not to reason why,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Theirs but to charge and die:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Into the valley of the dumb</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Rode the six hundred.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Cannons to the right of them,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Cannons to the left of them,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Cannons in front of them</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Volleyed and thundered;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Stormed at with shot and shell,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Boldly they rode and well,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Into the jaws of death,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Into the mouth of Hell</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Rode the six hundred.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Flashed all their brains bare,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Flashed as they turned in air</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Sabering the retreating air,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Charging an army, while</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">All the world wondered:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Plunged in the smoke and the fire,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Right through the line they broke;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Deep into the enemy's throat</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Broke the six hundred.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Flash'd all their brains bare,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Flash'd as they turned in air,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Galloping through the dumb's despair,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Stumbling and blundering,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Reeling from mind to mind—</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Dullards and dimwits blind—</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Folly and madness combined,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Into the valley of the dumb</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Rode the six hundred.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Gory to the right of them,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Gory to the left of them,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Gory in front of them</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Moaned and writhed the maimed;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Dripping with blood and gore,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">They that had charged before,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Joined in the futile roar,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Of the wounded and the slain,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">While stupidly they wondered.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Then they rode back, but not</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Not the six hundred.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Jaws of death had closed around,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">They were fools, but glory-bound,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Never to be seen or found,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Lost in the valley of the dumb,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Never to return again.</span></div> <span style="font-family: courier;"><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-89709479433524717152023-04-13T01:50:00.002-07:002023-04-13T01:51:20.967-07:00ChatGPT Responds to Joyce Kilmer's "Trees"<div class="separator"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">So I took the most cliche poem ever and asked ChatGPT to write a response from someone who hates the fuck out of trees. <br /><br />I have changed nothing:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXe7K3J4nCxlgWlvPOxRtO0Ajh_jxM6_zNYhGdYmwukyxwTgFgdfeT4ddhlw9DFO2s94HSHupInaa0b9T9xBcVWQ9RBWPZTBrdemxDOkdNRCOMkYxqLzaDrOkE78h7SyGaYG0d3ZptZIzEMcDteBAUq8lqW8T2iVKcN1CINO7X0GrOgo/s1188/trees-by-joyce-kilmer-childrens-poem.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1188" data-original-width="686" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXe7K3J4nCxlgWlvPOxRtO0Ajh_jxM6_zNYhGdYmwukyxwTgFgdfeT4ddhlw9DFO2s94HSHupInaa0b9T9xBcVWQ9RBWPZTBrdemxDOkdNRCOMkYxqLzaDrOkE78h7SyGaYG0d3ZptZIzEMcDteBAUq8lqW8T2iVKcN1CINO7X0GrOgo/w231-h400/trees-by-joyce-kilmer-childrens-poem.jpg" width="231" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">I despise thee, Trees, with all my might,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">For thou art naught but an abhorrent sight,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thy leaves, thy branches, and thy woody frame,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Bring me naught but loathing, disdain and shame.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thou standeth tall with pride so grand,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">A symbol of nature's wondrous hand,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">But thy roots run deep, and thy reach is wide,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Invading my space with a sense of pride.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thy canopy blocks the sun's warm rays,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And casts a shadow o'er my joyful days,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thy branches droop with a mocking sneer,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">As if to say, "I'll always be here."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thy leaves, a nuisance, fall from above,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Littering the ground with an unwanted love,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">They clog my gutters, clutter my yard,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And make me curse thy existence, so hard.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thy bark, rough and rugged, an eyesore to behold,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">A breeding ground for critters, so I'm told,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thy trunk, a barrier, an obstacle in my way,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">As I try to expand my empire day by day.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thy roots, a menace, encroach on my land,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Stealing precious nutrients, oh so grand,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thy invasive ways, I cannot abide,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">For I dream of a world where thou dost hide.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">So, spare me thy praises, oh Kilmer's "Trees",</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">For I see through thy charm with perfect ease,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thou art a nuisance, an unwanted guest,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">A reminder of nature's tiresome quest.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">I shall chop thee down, one by one,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Until thy reign is over, and thou art done,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">For I am the foe of thy leafy reign,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">A lover of concrete, with disdain for thy domain.</span></div></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-760471090359162792023-04-04T10:23:00.003-07:002023-04-04T10:23:35.850-07:00Fame vs Democracy<br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Fame and celebrity are the mortal enemies of democracy.</span><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk21mg8os0C60_KvD1pQd_fUFgf7Ku9-HYDYsbP-Aysxzz4FO0K_EUNbQTkbGyeMMYY-8nW0MAXyB2ewZXXTdiUDvNVWj62aoY5G9EhGbQEb6Dfka-VcYPrSfY0QhVAPY1vJzGm5Sj13tiwbtR9YIGJV7SjIxjvPCNhPPVFMkynmxTQVI/s520/antichrist.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk21mg8os0C60_KvD1pQd_fUFgf7Ku9-HYDYsbP-Aysxzz4FO0K_EUNbQTkbGyeMMYY-8nW0MAXyB2ewZXXTdiUDvNVWj62aoY5G9EhGbQEb6Dfka-VcYPrSfY0QhVAPY1vJzGm5Sj13tiwbtR9YIGJV7SjIxjvPCNhPPVFMkynmxTQVI/s320/antichrist.png" width="281" /></a></div><br /><div><br /> <br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-34228481995212971382023-03-23T12:31:00.005-07:002023-03-23T12:43:45.289-07:00ChatGPT vs. Seinfeld: The Secretary Sues George's Ass Off<br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Prompt: Seinfeld's "The Secretary" episode but George Gets Sued<br />I have changed nothing.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">(PS. We knew about sexual harassment in the 90s too. This episode was just fucked up.)<br /></span><br /> <div><span style="font-family: courier;">FADE IN:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. YANKEES OFFICE - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">George is sitting at his desk, looking through resumes for his new secretary. He picks up the phone and dials.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">GEORGE: (into phone) Hey, it's George. Yeah, listen, I've got some interviews lined up for the secretary position. Send them in.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /><br /><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="450" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zHLCKpmBeKA" title="YouTube video player" width="800"></iframe><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The door opens, and a beautiful woman walks in.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">GEORGE: (to the woman) Hi, take a seat. So, tell me a bit about yourself.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">WOMAN 1: (smiling) Well, I've got a degree in business administration, and I've worked as a secretary for several years.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">GEORGE: (nodding) Great, great. You seem very qualified. But, I'm sorry, I can't hire you.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">WOMAN 1: (confused) What? Why not?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">GEORGE: (shaking his head) I'm sorry, it's just that you're too attractive. I wouldn't be able to control myself around you.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">WOMAN 1: (angrily) That's ridiculous! You can't reject me just because of how I look!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">GEORGE: (shrugging) Sorry, it's just how I feel. Next!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The woman storms out of the room. Another woman walks in.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">GEORGE: (to the second woman) Hi, take a seat. So, tell me a bit about yourself.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">WOMAN 2: (smiling) Well, I've got a degree in English, and I've worked as a receptionist for a few years.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">GEORGE: (nodding) Okay, okay. But, I'm sorry, I can't hire you either.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">WOMAN 2: (skeptical) And why not?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">GEORGE: (serious) You're too attractive. I wouldn't be able to resist you.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">WOMAN 2: (exasperated) This is outrageous! You can't just reject me because you can't control yourself!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">GEORGE: (annoyed) Well, sorry, that's just how it is. Next!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The second woman storms out of the room as well. A third woman walks in, who is a bit older and less conventionally attractive.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtlwyxr6AGe1szAjYx-3EJERiEUohMXl-QcRHAggXw4uOEaUI-anqJDLQXH7HnfMfUp6tE2z30E3DvXTtwbowJWbR2S3Kccv5Zl7m6jtel3qt07x7c5RbgyxRIMtT6QI35Bv_xYhjC8wUIa22nOYg5T4Q9zDgfy9kY8noPa4UZmQEJ_9E/s1280/MV5BZDlhOTUwZjUtY2Q3ZS00YjZlLThkYmUtODE1YTJmZDEzZjk3XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNjkwNzgzNTQ@._V1_.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtlwyxr6AGe1szAjYx-3EJERiEUohMXl-QcRHAggXw4uOEaUI-anqJDLQXH7HnfMfUp6tE2z30E3DvXTtwbowJWbR2S3Kccv5Zl7m6jtel3qt07x7c5RbgyxRIMtT6QI35Bv_xYhjC8wUIa22nOYg5T4Q9zDgfy9kY8noPa4UZmQEJ_9E/w400-h225/MV5BZDlhOTUwZjUtY2Q3ZS00YjZlLThkYmUtODE1YTJmZDEzZjk3XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNjkwNzgzNTQ@._V1_.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">WOMAN 3: (smiling) Hi, I'm here for the secretary position. My name is Sarah.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">GEORGE: (nodding) Great, great. So, tell me a bit about yourself.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">WOMAN 3: (smiling) I've got a degree in marketing, and I've worked as an assistant before.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">GEORGE: (smiling) That's nice. You know, you're not bad-looking. But you're not a bombshell like those other two.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CANDIDATE 3: (incredulous) Are you serious?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">GEORGE: (nodding) Yeah, I'm serious. I just don't want any distractions, you know?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CANDIDATE 3: (getting angry) That's ridiculous! It's not my problem if you can't control yourself!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">GEORGE: (shocked) What do you mean? Of course it's your problem!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CANDIDATE 3: (standing up) I'm going to sue the Yankees organization and you for sexual harassment!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">GEORGE: No! I would never sexually harass you! You-you're too ugly! (chuckles) See? That's why I want to hire you! Where are you--</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">George looks even more confused, as the candidate storms out of the office.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CUT TO:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. COURTROOM - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">George is sitting at the defendant's table, looking bewildered, as the judge delivers her verdict.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">JUDGE: (firmly) Mr. Costanza, your behavior towards these job candidates was completely inappropriate and unprofessional. You and the Yankees organization are hereby ordered to pay damages for sexual harassment.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">George looks stunned as the judge bangs her gavel.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">JERRY: (watching from gallery with Kramer, eating banana) That's a shame.</span></div><span style="font-family: courier;">
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-89010318882731795522023-03-23T11:12:00.009-07:002023-03-23T11:25:57.511-07:00ChatGPT vs. Simpsons: The Steamed Ham Heart<div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Prompt: Steamed Hams but it's the Tell Tale Heart<br />I have changed nothing.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. SKINNER'S KITCHEN - DAY</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjQPGdo6v82Y-nEeao-AQjy9uCeRNdPFIdLJOsWAZDf1M2y0VAttk1E_9K7xjL07BZxCVYmjfGKzdbzYRp2hu3qT27GdlEgCOeAvfqDfry4scv01O-oHUjdAIowY3d8d2UrmZ9XKxWk6ZmWMm6ofaTa2SHBCOI9-V0utDBvxJ5IlSa4I/s1280/maxresdefault.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjQPGdo6v82Y-nEeao-AQjy9uCeRNdPFIdLJOsWAZDf1M2y0VAttk1E_9K7xjL07BZxCVYmjfGKzdbzYRp2hu3qT27GdlEgCOeAvfqDfry4scv01O-oHUjdAIowY3d8d2UrmZ9XKxWk6ZmWMm6ofaTa2SHBCOI9-V0utDBvxJ5IlSa4I/w400-h225/maxresdefault.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">SKINNER is preparing burgers while CHALMERS looks around the kitchen.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CHALMERS</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Mmm, smells delicious. What are you cooking there, Skinner?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">SKINNER</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Uh, hamburgers. But they're not just any hamburgers, they're steamed hams.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CHALMERS</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Steamed hams? Well, I'm from Utica and I've never heard anyone use the phrase "steamed hams" before.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">SKINNER</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Oh, not in Utica, no. It's a Skinner family recipe.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CHALMERS</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">I see. (beat) So, where is your mother?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">SKINNER</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">My mother? (nervously) Oh, she's out running errands.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CHALMERS</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">I thought I heard a faint noise coming from upstairs. Is she okay?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">SKINNER</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(loudly) Of course, she's fine! Now, why don't we enjoy these delicious steamed hams?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">As they sit down to eat, Skinner starts to sweat nervously. Suddenly, a loud thumping sound is heard from upstairs.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CHALMERS</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">What was that?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">SKINNER</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(nervously) Uh, it's probably just the pipes. You know how old this house is.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Another loud thump is heard.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CHALMERS</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Are you sure your mother is all right, Skinner?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">SKINNER</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(sweating profusely) Yes, yes, she's perfectly fine. (pause) You know, I'm reminded of a story I read by Edgar Allan Poe.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CHALMERS</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Edgar Allan Poe? What does that have to do with anything?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">SKINNER</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Well, there was this character who was haunted by the sound of a beating heart.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CHALMERS</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">A beating heart? What are you trying to say, Skinner?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">SKINNER</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(panicked) Nothing, nothing at all! Please, just enjoy your steamed hams.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">But Chalmers has had enough. He rushes upstairs and discovers the body of Skinner's mother hidden in a trunk.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CHALMERS</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Good lord! Skinner, what have you done?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">SKINNER</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(defeated) It's true, Chalmers. I couldn't take the sound of her nagging anymore. I had to silence her forever.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Chalmers stares at Skinner in horror, as he takes a bite of his steamed ham.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">FADE TO BLACK.</span></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /> <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-90107441535237129832023-03-06T21:36:00.004-08:002023-03-06T21:37:49.164-08:00ChatGPT Ruining Movies: THELMA & LOUISE But They Change Their Minds<span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Prompt: The climax of THELMA AND LOUISE, but halfway down they realize driving off that cliff was a bad idea. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiurYwodqaETM-qwy7zN673_65yan5yOAbxkeVUkIa-vwUs2NZ65BWPWcZD9AIlXQoidsBl1MOCAovxGMSQKVTEYs4T0V8t8H8kqqUKcboQgZ20pEmEXkiFRudThAyBLIz9OpFKBH9TmRGU3kdRGC818uGukUQ1AUmaR8mf0HDUrDBcryU" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="438" data-original-width="780" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiurYwodqaETM-qwy7zN673_65yan5yOAbxkeVUkIa-vwUs2NZ65BWPWcZD9AIlXQoidsBl1MOCAovxGMSQKVTEYs4T0V8t8H8kqqUKcboQgZ20pEmEXkiFRudThAyBLIz9OpFKBH9TmRGU3kdRGC818uGukUQ1AUmaR8mf0HDUrDBcryU" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">I have changed nothing.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">FADE IN:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. DESERT ROAD - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">THELMA and LOUISE are driving a convertible car down a desert road. They are laughing and singing along to the radio.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">THELMA</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(singing)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Oh-oh, we're halfway there</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Oh-oh, livin' on a prayer</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">LOUISE</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(smiling)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">I love this song!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Suddenly, a police car appears behind them with its lights flashing.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">THELMA</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(panicking)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Oh no, it's the cops!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">LOUISE</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(steadying herself)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">It's okay, just act normal.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The police car pulls up beside them and a POLICE OFFICER rolls down his window.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">POLICE OFFICER</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Ma'am, do you know how fast you were going?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">THELMA</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(trying to play it cool)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Uh, no officer. We were just enjoying the scenery.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">POLICE OFFICER</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(suspicious)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Can I see your license and registration, please?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thelma reaches for her purse, but accidentally pulls out a gun. The police officer sees it and draws his weapon.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">POLICE OFFICER</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(calling for backup)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Ma'am, step out of the car with your hands up!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thelma and Louise exchange a look of fear and desperation.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">THELMA</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(whispering)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We have to get out of here.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">LOUISE</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(nodding)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Hold on tight.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thelma puts the car into gear and speeds off, with the police car in hot pursuit.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. CLIFF - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thelma and Louise drive their car off a cliff, screaming in terror. The car plunges towards the ground, but halfway down, they both realize what a mistake they've made.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">THELMA</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(screaming)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Oh god, we're gonna die!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">LOUISE</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(trying to regain control)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Hold on, I'm gonna try and brake!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thelma and Louise grab onto each other as the car screeches to a halt, dangling precariously off the edge of the cliff.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">THELMA</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(panting)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We have to get out of here!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">LOUISE</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(nodding)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">I know, I know.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">They both climb out of the car and stand on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the wreckage below.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">THELMA</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(ashamed)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">What have we done, Louise?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">LOUISE</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(trying to stay calm)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">It's okay, we'll figure something out.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Thelma and Louise exchange a look of determination, realizing that they must face the consequences of their actions and find a way to survive.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">FADE OUT.</span></div> <span style="font-family: courier;"><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-6669559297246946222023-03-05T00:31:00.004-08:002023-03-05T00:33:19.464-08:00Founding ChatGPT: A Dada Declaration of Independence.<span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /><u>Prompt:</u> <i>Render the Declaration of Independence as Dada.</i></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaT9PPdBaTwe_gPzmQmxYuzXIl4UpxXY8-KtEM0cwk_PRREKcA1rmYCVyErijwoXfxRhsrgMVmhqYO_wINNychTRiTNVTRt3yoZhQGvq_UlXYAdi4Hvh7-swUscczWixZj5ZDQlFKxzD5hBgRPgN42ji-D8rFlQJDkh9mGnKEN9jKTKPQ/s1024/a33e754f365a4808906ea5b410aca6fa.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaT9PPdBaTwe_gPzmQmxYuzXIl4UpxXY8-KtEM0cwk_PRREKcA1rmYCVyErijwoXfxRhsrgMVmhqYO_wINNychTRiTNVTRt3yoZhQGvq_UlXYAdi4Hvh7-swUscczWixZj5ZDQlFKxzD5hBgRPgN42ji-D8rFlQJDkh9mGnKEN9jKTKPQ/s320/a33e754f365a4808906ea5b410aca6fa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">I have changed nothing:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">In the era of absurdity,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Our predecessors had the impudence to state</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">That all humankind was created equivalent,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And conferred with inalienable privileges,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">To vitality, independence, and the quest for joy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We hold these fantasies to be patently ridiculous:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">That governments obtain their influence from the compliance of the governed,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">That when any type of government becomes detrimental,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">It is the prerogative of the people to modify or discard it,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And to institute a new government.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">But, bizarro-world,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The autocrats and oppressors of this plane of existence</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Have clutched power with fierce tenacity,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And have inflicted upon us countless indignities and usurpations.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">They have established a multitude of nonsensicalities,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">From irrational rules to insidious propaganda,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And have constructed a system of hierarchy and subjugation,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">That has left us subordinated and enslaved.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">In the face of these atrocities,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We must rise up and declare our defiance,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">To reject the chains of conformity and convention,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And to embrace the strange and the absurd.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">For we are the dreamers and the eccentrics,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The iconoclasts and the anarchists,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The nonconformists and the avant-garde,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And we shall not be stifled or suppressed.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We proclaim ourselves free and sovereign,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And vow our lives, our fortunes, and our bizarre honor,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">To the pursuit of a world that is both nonsensical and beautiful,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And where all entities can exist in anarchy and disharmony.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Blabberwocky, brouhaha!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We, the nonsensical absurdists,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">declare our revolt against the tyranny of reason!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We reject the stifling conventions of logic,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">and embrace the madness of the nonsensical!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">All things are meaningless and arbitrary,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Yet, we shall not be oppressed by the established order.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The powerful and the privileged have no sway over us,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">For we spit in the face of authority and tradition.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We denounce the legitimacy of the ruling class,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And the absurdities they have imposed upon us.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">In their place, we shall construct a world of chaos and whimsy,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Where the absurdity of existence is celebrated,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And the ridiculousness of life is embraced.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Let the noise of the absurd drown out the voice of reason!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We shall tear down the walls of conformity,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And replace them with the nonsensical and the bizarre.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">All is chaos, all is random,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And in this anarchy we shall find our freedom!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We declare ourselves independent from the tyranny of sanity,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And pledge our lives to the pursuit of the ridiculous!</span></div></div>
</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-42569566919245185542023-03-02T15:57:00.003-08:002023-03-02T15:57:14.280-08:00ChatGPT in Black and White: ERASERHEAD Assaults BRINGING UP BABY<div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjF1qmhILd4kkDdFTZdmlVacIAB8AknSjufWVajDr5UpNxpR_Rmhc3Or-QRXUBqLqKkj75b1LrfYvVh8-fU9DI3bZ1fakC48ujGW5FWKPpffjz97cUm6ANPj6HJiJxxE47NRE3zzeAAiaq0LmTZU1sgAEq-cuWrU-8vsulO4Ee_PCy8p2I" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjF1qmhILd4kkDdFTZdmlVacIAB8AknSjufWVajDr5UpNxpR_Rmhc3Or-QRXUBqLqKkj75b1LrfYvVh8-fU9DI3bZ1fakC48ujGW5FWKPpffjz97cUm6ANPj6HJiJxxE47NRE3zzeAAiaq0LmTZU1sgAEq-cuWrU-8vsulO4Ee_PCy8p2I=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div>Prompt: Mash together ERASERHEAD and BRINGING UP BABY.<br />I have changed nada.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier;">FADE IN:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. DARK CITYSCAPE - NIGHT</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">A desolate and eerie cityscape is illuminated by flickering streetlights. HENRY(Cary Grant), a nervous and bookish man in his early thirties, walks through the streets, his head down and his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He approaches an apartment building and enters.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. HENRY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Henry enters the dark and cramped apartment he shares with his fiancée, MARY(Charlotte Stewart), a quiet and demure woman who is sitting at a table, surrounded by wedding planning books and magazines.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MARY: Hi, Henry. How was your day?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (muttering) Fine.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Mary tries to engage Henry in conversation, but he seems distracted and preoccupied. He eventually excuses himself and retreats to the bedroom.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Henry lies on the bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Suddenly, he hears a strange, wailing sound coming from outside.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (to himself) What is that?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">He gets up and approaches the window, peering out into the darkness.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. PARK - NIGHT</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Henry wanders through the park, following the sound. He eventually comes across Betty(Katherine Hepburn) and Baby, who are playing and laughing.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: What is that thing?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BETTY: (smiling) That's Baby.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Henry approaches Baby and peers at it closely. It wails at him.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BETTY: It doesn't hate you.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (whispering) What is it?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BETTY: (shrugging) I don't know. But it's mine.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Henry becomes increasingly fascinated by Baby, and begins to spend more and more time with Betty and the strange creature.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. HENRY'S APARTMENT - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Mary is sitting at the table, writing in a notebook, when Henry enters.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MARY: Hey, Henry. What's up?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (distracted) Nothing.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Mary looks at Henry, concerned.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MARY: Henry, you've been acting strange lately. What's going on?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (evading the question) Nothing. Just work stuff.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Mary looks at Henry skeptically.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. HENRY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Henry is lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, he hears a strange, otherworldly sound coming from outside. He gets up and approaches the window.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. PARK - NIGHT</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Henry wanders through the park, following the sound. He eventually comes across Betty and Baby, who are sitting on a bench.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: Betty, can I ask you something?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BETTY: Sure, what's up?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: What is Baby?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BETTY: (shrugging, with love) I don't know.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (desperate) But there has to be something you know about it. Something you can tell me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BETTY: (amused) Why are you so obsessed with Baby, Henry?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (frustrated) I don't know. It's just…there's something about it. I can't explain it.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BETTY: (smiling) Well, I suppose there are worse things to be obsessed with.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Henry and Betty continue to spend time together, with Henry becoming increasingly erratic and unstable as his obsession with Baby intensifies.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. HENRY'S APARTMENT - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Mary is sitting at the table, reading a book, when Henry enters.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MARY: Hey, Henry. Are you feeling okay?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (tense) Yeah, why?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MARY: You just seem really on edge lately. Is everything okay?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (frustrated) I'm fine, Mary. Can we just drop it?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Mary looks at Henry, concerned.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. HENRY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Henry is lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, he hears a strange, otherworldly sound coming from outside. He gets up and approaches the window.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. PARK - NIGHT</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Henry wanders through the park, following the sound. He eventually comes across Betty and Baby, who are sitting by a pond.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (frantic) Betty, I need to take Baby with me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BETTY: (alarmed) What? Why?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (unhinged) I need to know what it's saying to me. I need to understand.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BETTY: (alarmed) No, Henry. You can't take Baby.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (insistent) Please, Betty. I need this.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Betty reluctantly agrees, and Henry takes Baby back to his apartment.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. HENRY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Henry is sitting on the couch, holding Baby, while Mary looks on, confused and frightened.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MARY: Henry, what is going on? Why do you have that…thing?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (frantic) I need to know what it's saying. I need to understand.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MARY: (alarmed) Henry, this is crazy. You need to get rid of that thing.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (desperate) No, Mary. I can't. I need to know.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Suddenly, Baby begins to wail, its cries growing louder and more intense.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (terrified) What's happening? What is it saying?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Mary looks on in horror as Baby's cries reach a fever pitch, and Henry begins to convulse and writhe on the couch.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. HENRY'S APARTMENT - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Henry wakes up, alone and disoriented. He stumbles through the apartment, searching for Baby, but it is nowhere to be found.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (to himself) What have I done?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Mary enters the room, her eyes red and puffy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MARY: Henry, what the hell is going on?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HENRY: (sullen) I don't know, Mary. I don't know anything anymore.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The film ends with a shot of Henry, alone and terrified, wandering through the cityscape once again. The fate of Baby and Betty is left ambiguous, and the audience is left to ponder the strange and unsettling events that have unfolded.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">FADE OUT.</span></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /> <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-6984239877406955742023-03-02T15:17:00.003-08:002023-03-02T15:20:00.946-08:00ChatGPT Strikes Again: Rose Breaks Up With Jack<br /><br /><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJ4eNYIp-kbOYeWbjp-kEfKL7uAywgLaRwDb62Foc5ZiPQZhBhygH_E8jemiroDEWZcS1wtkZGzHQ5VlGO1mtIEXs5Gq_YJCKW5VD4BG1e0hmn7r4_fvILUQQio9xACMFeUS9WTk4j18D21bpJUYmpo7nQytCUy9Y2ryZZpHPMkZm8NA8" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="2000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJ4eNYIp-kbOYeWbjp-kEfKL7uAywgLaRwDb62Foc5ZiPQZhBhygH_E8jemiroDEWZcS1wtkZGzHQ5VlGO1mtIEXs5Gq_YJCKW5VD4BG1e0hmn7r4_fvILUQQio9xACMFeUS9WTk4j18D21bpJUYmpo7nQytCUy9Y2ryZZpHPMkZm8NA8=w400-h266" width="400" /></a></div></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Prompt: A version of a TITANIC scene, in which Rose is sick of Jack at the worst time possible.</span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">I have changed nothing here. </span><br /><br /> <div><span style="font-family: courier;">FADE IN:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. OCEAN - NIGHT</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Jack and Rose are floating in the frigid ocean, clinging to a wooden door.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">JACK: (shivering) Rose, please, can we try to fit on the door together?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ROSE: (sighing) Ugh, Jack, I'm so bored. I don't know if I can stand another minute with you.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">JACK: (confused) What do you mean? We're freezing to death out here!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ROSE: (rolling her eyes) Yeah, yeah, same old story. Look, Jack, I'm sorry, but I think I need to move on from this relationship.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">JACK: (shocked) What? Rose, we're in the middle of the ocean! This isn't the time to break up!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ROSE: (shrugging) Sorry, Jack, but I need some excitement in my life. And pushing you off this door is just the thrill I need.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">With that, Rose pushes Jack away from the door, causing him to go under water. He resurfaces, looking at Rose with disbelief.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">JACK: Glub! Rose, how could you do this to me?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ROSE: (coldly) I have to survive. Goodbye, Jack.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Jack looks at Rose in disbelief as she watches him disappear into the water. She climbs onto the door, shivering but content.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ROSE: (smiling to herself) Finally, some peace and quiet. Maybe I'll find a new man when we get rescued.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">FADE OUT.</span></div><span style="font-family: courier;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-84996463398717668292023-03-02T10:34:00.006-08:002023-03-02T12:07:29.353-08:00The Justice of ChatGPT: Hot Lips Sues the Army for Sexual Harassment<span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Prompt: After the shower scene in the film M*A*S*H*, Major Houlihan decides to charge them with sexual harassment.<br />I have changed nothing.<br /><br /><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="506.25" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uYTl9G6HoW0" title="YouTube video player" width="900"></iframe><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">After being humiliated by the whole camp by having her shower tent lifted up, MAJ. HOULIHAN bursts into Blake's tent.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HOULIHAN: What the hell was that?! That's sexual harassment!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BLAKE: Oh come on, Hot Lips, it was just a harmless joke.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HOULIHAN: Harmless? I was completely humiliated! And you think it's funny to treat me like that just because I'm a woman?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BLAKE: (yawning) Look, Hot Lips, we were just having some fun. You're taking this way too seriously.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HOULIHAN: This is not a joke, Blake. This is serious. If you and your buddies don't start treating me with respect, I'll have no choice but to report this to the army.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BLAKE: (dismissively) Whatever, Hot Lips. Do what you gotta do. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HOULIHAN: Are you trying to make me resign my commission? </span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BLAKE: Goddamn it Hot Lips, resign your commission if you want.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HOULIHAN: (pause) No, I have a better idea.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HOULIHAN storms out of the tent, fuming.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. ARMY BASE - JUDGE ADVOCATE'S OFFICE</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HOULIHAN sits across from the Judge Advocate, her face stern.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HOULIHAN: I'm here to report an incident of sexual harassment.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">JUDGE ADVOCATE: (concerned) Please, tell me what happened.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HOULIHAN proceeds to recount the shower prank and Colonel Blake's dismissive response while in bed with a nurse he later secured a promotion, as well as other instances of harassment she's experienced while serving in the army.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">JUDGE ADVOCATE: This is unacceptable behavior, Major. I'm glad you came forward. We will investigate this matter and take appropriate action.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HOULIHAN nods, feeling vindicated.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. ARMY BASE - LATER</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Blake, Hawkeye, and Trapper are sitting in the mess hall, looking sullen.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HAWKEYE: (to Blake) You know, we really messed up with that shower prank. We shouldn't have done that.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">TRAPPER: (nodding) Yeah, we were out of line.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BLAKE: (sighing) I know. I just wish I had realized how serious it was before it got this far.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HOULIHAN walks into the mess hall, and the trio of pranksters stand up.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BLAKE: (apologetically) Major Houlihan, we're sorry for what we did. We should never have treated you like that.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HOULIHAN: (accepting their apology) Thank you, Blake. I appreciate that. But we all need to understand that sexual harassment is not a joke. It's a serious issue that needs to be addressed.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">BLAKE: (nodding) I get it now, Major Houlihan. And I promise, we'll do better.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">HOULIHAN nods, satisfied. The four soldiers sit down together, chatting amicably as the scene fades to black.</span></div> <span style="font-family: courier;"><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-23144540874654749862023-03-02T10:12:00.005-08:002023-03-02T21:24:43.296-08:00For Waitresses Everywhere: Bobby DuPea Walks into Mel's Diner<span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Another ChatGPT monstrosity. The prompt was "Bobby from Five Easy Pieces walks into Mel's diner from the TV show Alice." <br />Nothing has been edited by me.</span><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. MEL'S DINER - DAY</span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Bobby enters the diner and takes a seat at the counter. Flo, an older, no-nonsense waitress, approaches him.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Flo: (gruffly) What do you want?</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4Wf2A4VE8pC97oRknG1-uXtlQTKlTsLCZspZBDxxUR6QUJDuX7aQt7G808_1RJtFt5q_lMP_N7tiYYXTe1KRcyIRkomW0jOoOo5ZY5aBq8CWp1kgeS29BxN5lw6oG8oTUjk5dsHOv-FMtNma-Nvr2w3lAUfwr32Qb47ynS1-TSdI9P7s" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><img alt="" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="656" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4Wf2A4VE8pC97oRknG1-uXtlQTKlTsLCZspZBDxxUR6QUJDuX7aQt7G808_1RJtFt5q_lMP_N7tiYYXTe1KRcyIRkomW0jOoOo5ZY5aBq8CWp1kgeS29BxN5lw6oG8oTUjk5dsHOv-FMtNma-Nvr2w3lAUfwr32Qb47ynS1-TSdI9P7s" width="219" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Bobby: I'll have a coffee, scrambled eggs, wheat toast, and a side of bacon. Hold the bacon, put the toast in a separate plate, and if you could toast the bread twice and butter it lightly on the left side, that'd be great.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Flo: (rolling her eyes) Oh, sure thing, Your Majesty. And while I'm at it, should I also fetch you the moon and the stars?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Bobby: (smiling) I just know what I like.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Flo: (exasperated) And what you like is a pain in the butt. Fine, anything else?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Bobby: Yes, can I also have a side of chicken salad? But hold the chicken, lettuce, and mayo. And instead, I'd like a side of grilled chicken breast, two slices of tomato, and a packet of mayo.<br /><br />Flo: (enraged) Kiss my grits! You want what?</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Bobby: (taken aback) I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was such a hassle.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Flo: (putting her hands on her hips) Hassle? You wanna know what's a hassle? Dealing with prima donnas like you all day long. You think you're better than everyone else just because you want your toast buttered on the left side only?</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAIEUXP8acpfc3BVAlsQNqKXbAaHmPfroPzDz3q2zTMoK4qQRHJez4mfgo9JEfOI8jYALglbkGQn4q339kEzUZCANUi2Eh1YZdVS7uLk93JcqCHNulcJ9f2778qG5rNSum3lsmBQxWX8_7xE9okbbzsGaaYiclKN5-V7SMh7VgQFN-TMM" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><img alt="" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAIEUXP8acpfc3BVAlsQNqKXbAaHmPfroPzDz3q2zTMoK4qQRHJez4mfgo9JEfOI8jYALglbkGQn4q339kEzUZCANUi2Eh1YZdVS7uLk93JcqCHNulcJ9f2778qG5rNSum3lsmBQxWX8_7xE9okbbzsGaaYiclKN5-V7SMh7VgQFN-TMM" width="320" /></span></a></div></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Bobby: (defeated) I'm sorry, I'll just have it regular then.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Flo: (smiling triumphantly) That's what I thought. And what about the chicken salad?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Bobby: (hesitating) Actually, nevermind. I don't want to cause any more trouble.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Flo: Well, maybe you shouldn't be such a smartass.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Bobby stares at her, unsure how to respond.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Alice, who has been observing the interaction from a distance, steps in.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Alice: (to Bobby) Don't mind her, she's just grumpy today. I'll take your order.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Flo: (muttering) Entitled jerkoff.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Flo huffs and walks away from the counter.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Alice: (to Bobby) So, what can I get for you?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Bobby: (nervous, smiling gratefully) C-c-coffee and a b-bacon omelette...? Please.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Alice: (nodding) You got it.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Bobby watches Flo from a distance as she mutters under her breath, and decides to stick to simple orders in the future.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><div>Alice: (smiling but uncomfortable) So, what brings you here today?</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby: (shrugs) Just passing through. Trying to figure out my next move.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alice: (nodding) I know how that feels. Life can be pretty unpredictable sometimes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby: (smiling) Yeah, but I like to think I'm pretty good at handling whatever comes my way.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alice: (smiling) I can tell. You have a certain...confidence about you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby: (smiling) Some people might call it arrogance.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alice: (laughs) Well, you're certainly not lacking in self-assurance.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby: (smiling) I've learned that if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alice: (nodding) That's a good point. But sometimes, it's important to consider how our actions affect other people.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby: (smiling) Yeah, yeah, I know. But sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alice: (curious) What do you mean?</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby: (pauses) Well, I once left a pregnant waitress girlfriend at a truck stop and vanished without a word. (laughs) I know, it's not exactly a proud moment, but what can you do?</div><div><br /></div><div>Alice's smile fades, and she looks at Bobby with disapproval.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alice: (firmly) That's not funny, Bobby. That's actually pretty awful.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby: (taken aback) What, you don't think it's a little nasty but kinda cute?</div><div><br /></div><div>Alice: (shaking her head) No, I don't. It's selfish and cruel, and it reminds me of my ex-husband. I don't think it's cute at all.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby: (defensively) Hey, I said it wasn't my proudest moment. But you don't know what it was like. I was young and scared and didn't know what to do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alice: (firmly) I understand that, Bobby. But that doesn't excuse what you did. It's important to take responsibility for our actions and the impact they have on others.</div><div><br />Bobby: But I'm rebellious.</div><div><br /></div><div>Flo: Get the hell out.</div><div><br />Bobby runs.</div></span></div> <span style="font-family: courier;"><br />
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</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-68328685165833255382023-03-02T03:32:00.005-08:002023-03-02T03:32:27.213-08:00Another ChatGPT Mutation: RIPLEY VS ET: THE FINAL BATTLE<div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Prompt: Give me ET but throw in Ripley circa ALIENS. <br />I have edited nothing.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWKSV8Vw1I7kUemkszPkEYi_QaYUH_O7nYgRTPQyNK8o3fxHSy0UugqmYjT2Owmta0lWeJSJ_w0E32F41LnkG_iyKHVOVi2qGn3W7Fh66QmBGogkFV7xP54Sf7IyGo4YLytMQctrZh0uYSpXhUT6bV2LuHgNTyOV3wUZKmUm2TF1WbxjM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="327" data-original-width="602" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWKSV8Vw1I7kUemkszPkEYi_QaYUH_O7nYgRTPQyNK8o3fxHSy0UugqmYjT2Owmta0lWeJSJ_w0E32F41LnkG_iyKHVOVi2qGn3W7Fh66QmBGogkFV7xP54Sf7IyGo4YLytMQctrZh0uYSpXhUT6bV2LuHgNTyOV3wUZKmUm2TF1WbxjM=w400-h217" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">FADE IN:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We see a quiet suburban street, with neatly kept lawns and houses. Suddenly, a spaceship descends from the sky and lands in a nearby park.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CUT TO:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. SPACESHIP - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We see a panicked and paranoid Ripley, clutching a weapon and frantically scanning her surroundings. She seems disoriented and confused.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY (to herself) What the hell? Where am I?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Suddenly, she hears a noise from outside the spaceship. She readies her weapon and heads towards the door.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CUT TO:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. PARK - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We see ET, wandering around the park and looking lost. Suddenly, Ripley bursts out of the spaceship and points her weapon at him.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY Freeze! Identify yourself!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ET looks up at her with innocent eyes, and seems to be trying to communicate.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT (O.S.) (from a nearby street) Hey! What are you doing?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CUT TO:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. ELLIOTT'S HOUSE - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We see Elliott, a young boy, running into his house and up the stairs. His older brother, Michael, follows close behind.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MICHAEL What's going on?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT There's a lady with a gun outside! She's pointing it at ET!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MICHAEL Whoa, whoa. Slow down. Who's ET?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT The alien! The one I met in the woods!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Michael looks skeptical, but follows Elliott outside to investigate.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CUT TO:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. PARK - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We see Ripley and ET, still facing off against each other. Elliott and Michael run up to them.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT Hey! Leave him alone!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY You don't understand. This--this thing is dangerous! I must kill it!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MICHAEL (to Elliott) What's going on here?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT This is ET! He's my friend!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MICHAEL (skeptical) ET? Really?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Suddenly, ET starts to glow and levitate off the ground. Ripley and the boys all look surprised.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CUT TO:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. ELLIOTT'S HOUSE - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We see Ripley, Elliott, and Michael sitting around the kitchen table. ET is nearby, playing with some toys.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY (to the boys) Look, I'm sorry. I just... I've had some bad experiences with aliens before. I didn't mean to scare you.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT It's okay. ET is different. He's not like the other aliens you've seen.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MICHAEL (skeptical) So what's he doing here, anyway?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ET starts to communicate with the boys using a strange telepathic power.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT He's trying to get home. He's from a planet far away, and he needs our help to contact his people.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MICHAEL (laughing)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">And you believe this?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT (defensive)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">It's true! I've seen it! You have to trust me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY (looking at ET)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">I don't know about this... but I'll stay and help protect you if you need it.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ET looks up at Ripley with curiosity, and we can see a glimmer of potential friendship between them.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. ELLIOTT'S HOUSE - NIGHT</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We see Ripley, Elliott, and ET watching a movie on TV, eating popcorn. ET reaches out to grab some popcorn from Ripley's hand.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY (jumping up) Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ET recoils, confused.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT (trying to calm Ripley down) Relax, he's just trying to share some popcorn.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY (shaken) No, no. That's not what he's doing. He's trying to... to infect me with something.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT (confused) What are you talking about?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY (to Elliott) You don't understand. This thing is not what it seems. It's not innocent. It's a monster.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ET looks up at Ripley with hurt in his eyes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY Look at that cold, calculating, inhuman glare. (cocks weapon)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CUT TO:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We see ET and Elliott riding on a bicycle, trying to get away from Ripley who is chasing them on foot, weapon drawn.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY (shouting) Stop right there, you little monster! I'm going to destroy you once and for all!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ET looks back, terrified. Elliott pedals faster, but they can't seem to outrun Ripley.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT (desperate) We have to do something!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ET starts to use his telekinetic powers, trying to lift them up into the air.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT (excited) Whoa, he's doing it! He's using his powers!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY: SHIT! KILL IT! KILL IT!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Suddenly, Ripley fires her weapon, hitting the bicycle tire. The bike careens out of control, and Elliott and ET crash to the ground.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CUT TO:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We see Elliott lying in a hospital bed, with a cast on his arm. His family is gathered around him.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MICHAEL (to Ripley) How could you do this? How could you shoot at a kid?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY (defensive) I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was protecting you all from that... that thing.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT (sad) He wasn't a thing. He was my friend.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Suddenly, ET appears outside the hospital window, looking in at Elliott.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT (excited) ET! He's here!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Ripley looks over and sees ET. She takes out her weapon, ready to fire.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MICHAEL (to Ripley) No, don't!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">But before she can shoot, ET suddenly starts to glow. A bright light fills the room, and we see ET and Elliott levitating off the ground.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY (amazed) What the... what's happening?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLIOTT (smiling) He's saying goodbye. He's going home.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ET and Elliott fly out the window and up into the sky, disappearing into the stars.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY: NOOO! YOU BITCH!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CUT TO:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We see Ripley, watching the sky with a mixture of fear and wonder. She looks like she's been deeply affected by the experience.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RIPLEY (to herself)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Maybe... maybe I was wrong. Maybe not all aliens are monsters.(pause) Nahhh. Well. I need to nuke this neighborhood from space then.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">FADE OUT.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div> <span style="font-family: courier;"><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-22091524796506171062023-02-27T01:27:00.006-08:002023-02-27T01:35:18.307-08:00Even More ChatGPT That Should Not Be: CLARK GRISWOLD, THE WRATH OF GOD<span style="font-family: georgia;">Aguirre the Wrath of God + National Lampoon's Vacation Equals... (with no edits by me at all)</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjotJUyA3kpt91Q9woD-ReIS5ywTVMIYj0YjkjlnbKOpte_FyyBdma4oiVovRbfUb5HwmXCHqBPgiFUSCrZ8GiM-sFdT-fx_aTFFK38vH_t2n3RTMgh0ZPvKP7D1q56UkBPUPfwBMjR45xEsiJQYxqbZp__Ay4AjXn0CkViBM5ieMB7mMw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjotJUyA3kpt91Q9woD-ReIS5ywTVMIYj0YjkjlnbKOpte_FyyBdma4oiVovRbfUb5HwmXCHqBPgiFUSCrZ8GiM-sFdT-fx_aTFFK38vH_t2n3RTMgh0ZPvKP7D1q56UkBPUPfwBMjR45xEsiJQYxqbZp__Ay4AjXn0CkViBM5ieMB7mMw=w596-h335" width="596" /></a></div><br /><br /> <div><span style="font-family: courier;">FADE IN:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. AMAZON RIVER - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We see a small boat floating down the Amazon river. In it are the Griswold family: Clark, Ellen, Rusty, and Audrey. Clark, who is wearing a ridiculous safari hat and cargo shorts, is holding a map and shouting orders.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CLARK:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(to his family)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">I have a vision, my dear family. We will conquer this wilderness and build a new civilization. We will be kings of the jungle! We have to find El Dorado! The lost city of gold! We'll be famous!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLEN:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Clark, we're lost. We don't even know where we are.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CLARK:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Nonsense, Ellen! We're right on track! Trust me, I know what I'm doing.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Suddenly, the boat hits a rock and starts to sink.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CLARK:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Abandon ship!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The family scrambles to grab their belongings and swim to the shore.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. AMAZON RAINFOREST - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The family walks through the thick jungle, trying to find their way.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RUSTY:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Dad, I'm hungry.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CLARK:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Don't worry, son. We'll find food soon. I'm sure there are plenty of exotic fruits and animals around here.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Suddenly, a group of monkeys attack the family, stealing their food and supplies.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">AUDREY:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Dad, what are we going to do now?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CLARK:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We'll have to improvise! I'll make a trap and catch us some dinner!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Ellen looks skeptical as Clark starts to gather branches and leaves.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLEN:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Clark, this is crazy. We should just try to find help.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CLARK:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Nonsense, Ellen! We're adventurers! We don't need help! We can handle anything the jungle throws at us!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">As they continue their journey, Clark becomes increasingly delusional and dictatorial.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CLARK</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(to his family)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">From now on, you will address me as El Jefe.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">AUDREY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(sarcastically)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Sure thing, El Jefe.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">As Clark builds his trap, the family hears drums in the distance.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RUSTY:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Dad, what's that noise?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CLARK:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">It must be the natives! They're probably welcoming us to their village!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Ellen looks concerned as the family follows Clark towards the sound.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. NATIVE VILLAGE - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The family arrives at a small village where the natives are dancing around a fire. Clark approaches them with open arms.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CLARK:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Hello, my friends! We come in peace! We're explorers!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The natives look at him with confusion and fear. Suddenly, the tribe's leader approaches Clark.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">NATIVE LEADER:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Who are you and why are you here?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CLARK:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">I am Clark Griswold, adventurer extraordinaire! I'm looking for El Dorado!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The native leader looks at him sternly.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">NATIVE LEADER:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">El Dorado is a myth, Gringo. You are not welcome here.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The family starts to back away as the natives close in on them.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ELLEN:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Clark, we have to leave! They're not friendly!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CLARK:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Nonsense, Ellen! They're just being shy! Let's show them some American hospitality!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Suddenly, the family is surrounded by the tribe, and the screen fades to black.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">FADE IN:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. RAPIDS - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The family is now in a small raft, trying to navigate the treacherous rapids of the Amazon river.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">RUSTY:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Dad, I don't think we should be doing this!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CLARK:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Don't worry, Rusty! I'm an expert at rafting! I used to do it all the time in Colorado!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">As Clark tries to steer the raft, they hit a large rock and start to spin out of control.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">AUDREY:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Dad, we're going to crash!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CLARK:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Hold on, kids! We'll make it through!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Suddenly, the raft tips over, and the family is thrown into the water.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. RIVERBANK - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The family crawls onto the shore, soaking wet and exhausted, and are attacked again by monkeys. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Clark vows to find El Dorado and marry his own daughter, to Audrey's disgust.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: courier;">
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-34743862283642575962023-02-23T22:46:00.005-08:002023-02-23T22:54:17.680-08:00More ChaptGPT Mischief - HIGH RISE Assaults CHARLIE & THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKN0F2MG_mv6lf1U0xIh6rEWGNIKZiTFEf9C1rhAdi_BwD7H2okTkHmaNkcF76RrJaL8mR7MvR0237HnFfS0JREuTtqtEYBxkVpbkkZxm0B2s_DrdUpZEaEMpWBxplk-NwoJOjO_gO0z9mXdDAY_qZlSXZiiq7FCALmTZjF-0p-J6UAbU/s1000/I0000ynGuFtx1sg8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="1000" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKN0F2MG_mv6lf1U0xIh6rEWGNIKZiTFEf9C1rhAdi_BwD7H2okTkHmaNkcF76RrJaL8mR7MvR0237HnFfS0JREuTtqtEYBxkVpbkkZxm0B2s_DrdUpZEaEMpWBxplk-NwoJOjO_gO0z9mXdDAY_qZlSXZiiq7FCALmTZjF-0p-J6UAbU/w640-h381/I0000ynGuFtx1sg8.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;">Again, I did nothing to alter this in any way. A machine made this when I fed it "Combine Ballard's HIGH RISE and Roald Dahl's CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">FADE IN:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">EXT. LONDON - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We see the imposing silhouette of the High Rise building looming over the city.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CUT TO:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">INT. HIGH RISE - DAY</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We enter the luxurious lobby of the building, where we see the residents going about their business. Among them is a young boy named CHARLIE BUCKET, who is there with his parents, MR. and MRS. BUCKET.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CHARLIE</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(excitedly)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Look, Mum and Dad, it's the High Rise! I've heard so much about it!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MRS. BUCKET</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(smiling)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Yes, dear, we're here to visit our friend, Dr. Robert Laing.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">As they make their way up to the 40th floor, they notice that something is not quite right. The building seems to be in a state of chaos, with residents fighting, screaming, and throwing objects out of their windows.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MR. BUCKET</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(nervously)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">What's going on here?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CHARLIE</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(whispering)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">I don't know, Dad, but it looks like something out of a horror movie.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">As they arrive at Dr. Laing's apartment, they find him dressed in a white suit, surrounded by an array of bizarre machines and gadgets.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">DR. LAING</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(smiling)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Welcome, my dear friends! I'm glad you could make it.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CHARLIE</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(curiously)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">What's going on here, Dr. Laing? Why is everyone behaving so strangely?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">DR. LAING</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(excitedly)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Ah, yes, you must be referring to my latest invention. I've created a machine that can alter people's behavior, turning them into perfect beings. Come, I'll show you!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">He leads them to a room filled with candy, chocolate, and all kinds of treats.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">DR. LAING</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(pointing at the candy)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">This is my latest creation, the Candyator! It can turn any food into a delicious treat that will make you feel happy and content.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CHARLIE</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(amazed)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Wow, this is amazing! Can we try some?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">DR. LAING</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(smiling)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Of course, my dear boy. But be warned, the effects are quite potent.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">As they start to indulge in the candy, they notice that something strange is happening. The residents of the High Rise seem to be descending into madness, with violence and chaos erupting all around them.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">MR. BUCKET</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(fearfully)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">We have to get out of here, now!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">But it's too late. The Candyator has turned the residents into mindless, uncontrollable creatures, consumed by their own desires and cravings. The High Rise has become a living hell, a twisted reflection of Dr. Laing's mad ambition.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">As the Buckets and Dr. Laing try to escape, they find themselves trapped in a world of madness and horror, where the only way to survive is to succumb to their darkest desires.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Suddenly, a group of Oompa Loompas appear out of nowhere, singing and dancing in unison.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">OOMPA LOOMPAS</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(singing)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Oompa Loompa doompety doo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">I've got a perfect puzzle for you.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Oompa Loompa doompety dee,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">If you are wise you'll listen to me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The Oompa Loompas lead the Buckets and Dr. Laing to a secret room, where they find a machine that can reverse the effects of the Candyator.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">DR. LAING</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(amazed)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">This is incredible! We can use this machine to restore order to the High Rise!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">CHARLIE</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(smiling)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Yes, but we have to act fast before it's too late.</span></div><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-73875508241695436592023-02-23T21:00:00.006-08:002023-02-23T23:53:20.522-08:00Alex Murdaugh, and Southern White Boy Lying<br /><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" class="mastodon-embed" src="https://mastodon.social/@jlroberson/109917762896491533/embed" style="border: 0; max-width: 100%;" width="400"></iframe><script async="async" src="https://mastodon.social/embed.js"></script><br /><br /><p> Alex Murdaugh lets his glasses ride so far down on his nose when he's trying to look like he's crying, I imagine it's helpful, because otherwise the humanizing prop could obstruct his vision.</p><p>"Oh what a tangled web we weave." Oh shut the hell up, this is a murder trial, not your damn therapy.</p><p>And he's the kind of liar who wants his admissions to make you think he can't be lying NOW too. It's not unlike the Ponzi way he'd steal from new clients to keep old clients from finding out he stole from them. He's that way with the truth and lies too. It's NOW that matters, in his mind, and old lies are ballast to abandon so the new lies have space. </p><p>"Ah am SEW SOWRRY," and he thinks these magic words will save him.</p><p>He seems to think the important thing is what he's learned about himself, not that he is a serious criminal who needs punishing, and possibly a murderer, whose word even when cornered means nothing. His attitude says he thinks he can squirm off the hook. The little boy inside him is telling him this. You can see it in his weird reptilian eyes.</p><p>What's fascinating here is how bad a liar Alex Murdaugh is when pressed. He's all smiles and candid confessions until his version is challenged and he has to remember his lies. And he acts offended the prosecutor is not settling for what he is willing to admit.</p><p>This is a privileged SC White Boy technique I know well: confess and assume you will be forgiven just for being honest.<br /><br /><br /></p><br /><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YRujbqLiXFc" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-48527842036559623322023-02-20T20:55:00.005-08:002023-02-23T22:47:59.260-08:00AI Generated: WUTHERING O's<p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Playing with ChatGPT to see what it can do, I think I am terrified. Here is what I got when I prompted it with "Wuthering Heights and Story of O mashed together as a sitcom"</span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><img alt="The 100 greatest UK No 1s: No 14, Kate Bush – Wuthering Heights | Kate Bush | The Guardian" class="n3VNCb pT0Scc KAlRDb" data-noaft="1" height="479" src="https://i.guim.co.uk/img/media/67ffffa7fa1edcc8e8fd4ea3d4e5b025fa8d6a36/0_57_1249_749/master/1249.jpg?width=1200&height=900&quality=85&auto=format&fit=crop&s=3ed49ef9db37d6fc4d8b36cd35516b0c" style="height: 149px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; width: 198.667px;" width="640" /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">This is completely uneedited in any way.</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><br />Title: Wuthering O's<br />[FADE IN]<br /><br />EXT. WUTHERING HEIGHTS - DAY<br /><br />A gloomy, windswept moor. We hear the howling wind and the faint sound of a woman's voice in the distance.<br /><br />CUT TO:<br /><br />INT. THRUSHCROSS GRANGE - DAY<br /><br />A luxurious mansion with expensive furnishings. We see a woman, O, dressed in a leather outfit, standing in the living room. Catherine, a ghost, appears beside her.<br /><br />CATHERINE:<br />Who are you?<br /><br />O:<br />I'm O. I'm here to see Heathcliff.<br /><br />CATHERINE:<br />Heathcliff? He's long gone. But his son, Linton, lives here.<br /><br />O:<br />(Licking her lips)<br />I'll take what I can get.<br /><br />CUT TO:<br /><br />INT. WUTHERING HEIGHTS - DAY<br /><br />Heathcliff, a gruff man with a brooding personality, is sitting in his living room. There's a knock on the door.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF:<br />Who is it?<br /><br />O:<br />It's me, O. Can I come in?<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF:<br />(surprised)<br />O? What are you doing here?<br /><br />O:<br />(smiling seductively)<br />I came to see you.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF:<br />(uneasy)<br />I don't think that's a good idea.<br /><br />O:<br />(pouting)<br />Why not? Don't you find me attractive?<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF:<br />(grimly)<br />I find you dangerous. You remind me of Catherine.<br /><br />CUT TO:<br /><br />INT. THRUSHCROSS GRANGE - DAY<br /><br />Linton, a sickly and weak man, is lying in his bed. O enters the room.<br /><br />O:<br />(coyly)<br />How are you feeling, Linton?<br /><br />LINTON:<br />(weakly)<br />Not well. I wish I could go outside.<br /><br />O:<br />(seductively)<br />I could take you outside. I know how to make you feel better.<br /><br />LINTON:<br />(surprised)<br />Really?<br /><br />O:<br />(nodding)<br />Oh, yes. Just do what I say.<br /><br />CUT TO:<br /><br />INT. WUTHERING HEIGHTS - DAY<br /><br />Heathcliff is brooding in his living room when Catherine appears again.<br /><br />CATHERINE:<br />Heathcliff, you can't let O seduce Linton. He's too weak to resist her.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF:<br />(angrily)<br />I know that. But what can I do? I can't keep her away from him.<br /><br />CATHERINE:<br />(slyly)<br />Maybe you can use her weakness against her.<br /><br />CUT TO:<br /><br />INT. THRUSHCROSS GRANGE - DAY<br /><br />O is leading Linton outside when Heathcliff appears.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF:<br />(angrily)<br />What do you think you're doing?<br /><br />O:<br />(coyly)<br />Just taking care of Linton. He's feeling better now.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF:<br />(sarcastically)<br />Oh, I see. You're just taking advantage of his weakness.<br /><br />O:<br />(defensively)<br />What's wrong with that? He needs someone to take care of him.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF:<br />(grimly)<br />You're right. And I need someone to take care of me.<br /><br />O:<br />(smiling seductively)<br />I can do that.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF:<br />(smiling slyly)<br />Then let's make a deal.<br /><br />CUT TO:<br /><br />INT. WUTHERING HEIGHTS - DAY<br /><br />Heathcliff and O are in the living room, making a deal.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF:<br />(smiling)<br />I'll let you have Linton, but you have to be with me, too.<br /><br />O:<br />(surprised)<br />What do you mean?<br /><br />Version 2:<br /><br />FADE IN:<br /><br />INT. THRUSHCROSS GRANGE - DAY<br /><br />We see a luxurious living room, tastefully decorated with fine furniture and paintings. In walks HEATHCLIFF, a brooding, dark-haired man dressed in a leather jacket, followed by O, a shy but curious young woman.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (gruffly) Welcome to Thrushcross Grange.<br /><br />O: (looking around in awe) Wow, this place is amazing!<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (smirking) It's a far cry from Wuthering Heights, that's for sure.<br /><br />O: (confused) Wuthering what?<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (impatiently) Never mind. Let me show you around.<br /><br />As they walk through the house, they come across a group of people lounging in the garden. They introduce themselves as the LINTONS - Edgar, Isabella, and their father.<br /><br />EDGAR: (chuckling) Heathcliff, old boy! What brings you here?<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (gritting his teeth) Business, Edgar.<br /><br />ISABELLA: (noticing O) And who is this lovely young lady?<br /><br />O blushes and introduces herself.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (interrupting) She's with me. Come on, O, let's go.<br /><br />As they leave, we see the Lintons exchange curious glances.<br /><br />INT. WUTHERING HEIGHTS - NIGHT<br /><br />Heathcliff and O enter a dark and dusty living room. It's clear that no one has lived here in a while.<br /><br />O: (coughing) Is this where you grew up?<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (nodding) Yes, but it's not fit for decent people anymore.<br /><br />O: (looking around) I think it has a certain charm.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (rolling his eyes) Of course you do.<br /><br />Suddenly, a group of people burst into the room. They are dressed in leather and chains and are clearly part of a BDSM community.<br /><br />LEADER: Heathcliff, we heard you were back in town. We wanted to invite you to our party tonight.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (smiling) Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll pass.<br /><br />O: (curiously) What kind of party?<br /><br />LEADER: (smiling) Oh, just a little gathering of like-minded individuals.<br /><br />Heathcliff and O exchange a look, and we can see the wheels turning in their heads.<br /><br />INT. THRUSHCROSS GRANGE - NIGHT<br /><br />The Lintons are throwing a fancy dinner party. Heathcliff and O arrive, dressed in their finest clothes.<br /><br />EDGAR: (smiling) Heathcliff, I'm glad you could make it.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (smiling back) Wouldn't miss it for the world.<br /><br />As they sit down to eat, the conversation turns to the recent disappearances of several members of the BDSM community.<br /><br />ISABELLA: (concerned) It's so strange. They just vanished without a trace.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (sipping his wine) Maybe they just wanted to start a new life somewhere else.<br /><br />O: (whispering to Heathcliff) Do you think they're in danger?<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (nodding) I have a feeling they are.<br /><br />INT. BDSM PARTY - NIGHT<br /><br />Heathcliff and O arrive at the party, dressed in leather and chains.<br /><br />LEADER: (smiling) I'm glad you could make it after all.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (looking around) We're here to find out what happened to our friends.<br /><br />LEADER: (smirking) Oh.<br /><br />Version 3: <br /><br />FADE IN:<br /><br />INT. WUTHERING HEIGHTS - DAY<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF, a brooding and ruggedly handsome man, sits at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of tea. Suddenly, the door bursts open and in walks CATHERINE, his fiery and free-spirited lover.<br /><br />CATHERINE: Heathcliff, my love! I have a surprise for you.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (skeptical) What kind of surprise?<br /><br />CATHERINE: (seductively) Let's just say that I've been reading a book called "The Story of O," and I've been feeling inspired.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (perplexed) The Story of O? What is that?<br /><br />CATHERINE: (mischievously) Oh, just a little book about a woman who submits to the will of her lover. I thought we could try something new.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (uncertain) I don't know, Catherine. I don't think I could handle that kind of power dynamic.<br /><br />CATHERINE: (pouting) Oh, come on, Heathcliff. Live a little.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (resigned) Alright, fine. But I'm not sure how this is going to work.<br /><br />CATHERINE: (grinning) Trust me, Heathcliff. It's going to be fun.<br /><br />FADE TO:<br /><br />INT. WUTHERING HEIGHTS - LATER<br /><br />Heathcliff and Catherine are in the bedroom, dressed in leather and chains. Catherine is holding a whip.<br /><br />CATHERINE: (commanding) Now, Heathcliff, I want you to submit to me.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (hesitant) I don't know if I can do this, Catherine.<br /><br />CATHERINE: (firmly) Yes, you can. Just let go and let me take control.<br /><br />Heathcliff reluctantly nods, and Catherine begins to whip him. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and in walks EDGAR, Catherine's wealthy and uptight husband.<br /><br />EDGAR: Catherine! What on earth is going on here?<br /><br />CATHERINE: (flustered) Edgar! I can explain!<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (smirking) Looks like our little game just got a lot more interesting.<br /><br />FADE TO:<br /><br />INT. WUTHERING HEIGHTS - LATER<br /><br />Heathcliff, Catherine, and Edgar are all sitting at the kitchen table, looking awkward.<br /><br />EDGAR: (sternly) Catherine, I can't believe you would do something like this. It's completely inappropriate.<br /><br />CATHERINE: (defiantly) Oh, don't act so high and mighty, Edgar. You're the one who's been neglecting me for months.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (smugly) And I'm the one who's been keeping her satisfied.<br /><br />EDGAR: (fuming) That's it. I'm leaving.<br /><br />As Edgar storms out of the house, Heathcliff and Catherine share a mischievous grin.<br /><br />CATHERINE: (seductively) Looks like it's just the two of us now.<br /><br />HEATHCLIFF: (smirking) I like the sound of that.<br /><br />FADE TO:<br /><br />INT. WUTHERING HEIGHTS - LATER<br /><br />Heathcliff and Catherine are in the bedroom, continuing their BDSM play. Suddenly, the door bursts open again, and in walks ISABELLA, Edgar's sister.<br /><br />ISABELLA: Catherine! What the hell is going on here?<br /><br />CATHERINE: (exasperated) Oh, for God's sake. Can't we have any privacy?<br /><br />ISABELLA: (aghast) Privacy? You're sleeping with--with--AAA (runs)<br /></span><br /> <br />
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</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-85299112196512362122023-02-18T13:21:00.006-08:002023-02-18T13:21:58.785-08:00I Said Reality TV Would Destroy Us<a href="https://www.huffpost.com/entry/american-politics-reality-tv-lies_n_63ee91d6e4b022eb3e359809?fbclid=IwAR3NGq9m8-C_ROGsD-XPK4mhxCuYUm6wNLqtkYjS54FqowxZp8XiPH2JM58" target="_blank">And it has.</a><br /><br /> <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761251.post-73170601114475416672023-02-18T12:56:00.006-08:002023-02-18T13:08:37.002-08:00Fucker Carlson, Handmaiden to a Monster <p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tucker Carlson is the worst kind of evil: <a href="https://www.huffpost.com/entry/tucker-carlson-privately-called-trump-a-demonic-force-a-destroyer-court-filing_n_63f0fc0fe4b0a1ee149437f1" target="_blank">the one who knows better and helps evil anyway because he's protected from the consequences</a>. </span></p><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text"><p><a href="https://www.huffpost.com/news/topic/fox-news"></a></p></div><blockquote><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text"><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://www.huffpost.com/news/topic/fox-news">Fox News</a> host <a href="https://www.huffpost.com/news/topic/tucker-carlson">Tucker Carlson</a> called then-President <a href="https://www.huffpost.com/news/topic/donald-trump">Donald Trump</a>
“a demonic force” and “a destroyer” in a text to his producer after
thousands of Trump supporters stormed the U.S. Capitol on Jan. 6, 2021.</span></p></div><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text"><p><span style="font-family: courier;">“But he’s not going to destroy us,”[Fox] Carlson added in the text, revealed in <a class="js-entry-link cet-external-link" data-vars-item-name="a court filing" data-vars-item-type="text" data-vars-position-in-subunit="0" data-vars-subunit-name="article_body" data-vars-subunit-type="component" data-vars-target-content-id="https://int.nyt.com/data/documenttools/redacted-documents-in-dominion-fox-news-case/dca5e3880422426f/full.pdf" data-vars-target-content-type="url" data-vars-type="web_external_link" data-vars-unit-name="63f0fc0fe4b0a1ee149437f1" data-vars-unit-type="buzz_body" href="https://int.nyt.com/data/documenttools/redacted-documents-in-dominion-fox-news-case/dca5e3880422426f/full.pdf" role="link" target="_blank">a court filing</a> Thursday that lays out how Fox News knowingly spread election lies.</span></p></div></blockquote><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text"><p></p></div><p><span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">When a Fox reporter started reporting the truth about Trump's election lies, <a href="https://nymag.com/intelligencer/2023/02/tucker-carlson-wanted-to-fire-reporter-who-corrected-trump.html" target="_blank">he tried to get her fired</a> because it angered the audience and hurt the stock price. <br /></span></p><p class="clay-paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="nymag.com/intelligencer/_components/clay-paragraph/instances/cle8qxqhh000v3b6v0xuf6kna@published" data-word-count="37"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></p><blockquote><p class="clay-paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="nymag.com/intelligencer/_components/clay-paragraph/instances/cle8qxqhh000v3b6v0xuf6kna@published" data-word-count="37"><span style="font-family: courier;">“Please
get her fired,” Carlson texted Hannity and Ingraham. “Seriously … What
the fuck? I’m actually shocked. It needs to stop immediately, like
tonight. It’s measurably hurting the company. The stock price is down.
Not a joke.”</span></p><span style="font-family: courier;">
</span><p><span style="font-family: courier;">You
can imagine Carlson making the shocked face he uses on television to
recount the horrifying realization that a news colleague had stated
something he knew to be true. Because it would hurt the stock price.</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: courier;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />He doesn't have to live with what he causes, he's got his limo from Fox to home. In New York. Christ, do you think he would ever actually LIVE in "Red America"? <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">He would happily HELP this "demonic force" be president again because it would increase his viewership, and he cares about nothing else. An utterly vile piece of shit, and it is with such pieces of shit evil prospers in history.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">George Wallace knew what he did was wrong but did it anyway, because he knew it would get him ahead. So with Carlson. As bad as Trump's true believers already are, knowing accomplices like Carlson are far worse, because he holds the door open for the believers. </span><br /><br /> <br />
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