I'm a professional writer with Three Gen Media. I can't talk about all of the details of my job due to an understandable Non-Disclosure Agreement. But here's what I can say:
- My supervisors are a wife-and-husband team that assigns me tasks on an almost-daily basis (I currently take Tuesdays off). We hammer out the details, I perform the task, and I rework the task when necessary.
- My supervisors are among some of the best bosses I've ever had. They're flexible, they admit to mistakes (on those rare occasions when that happens), and they're accomodating to my current situation... which can accurately be described as a "clusterfuck."
- Bree Ann is on Twitter, and we appear to be politically aligned. Instead of being reprimanded or fired for being far left, caustic, and borderline-incoherent, she likes and retweets my tweets. ([insert deity here] help us both if she finds my NSFW Twitter feed.)
Yesterday, Bree Ann tweeted me a question that didn't have a tweet-sized answer. She asked about my writing inspirations, and I responded with a blog post.
Judging from her reaction, my boss was pleased with my writing submission:
Fig. 1: Always Leave Them Wanting More.
This will be a challenge. The dream in question occurred around the times that Whose Line Is It Anyways? arrived in America and when I started watching Law and Order.
I'm guessing that that was around 2000.
It's 2020 now.
Considering that I sometimes have to sit and concentrate to remember what happened the previous day, trying to recall all of a dream that I had 20 years ago will be flat-out impossible. Fortunately, I remember bits and pieces of it. And perhaps, with the right motivation, I can be convinced to fill in the gaps.
In the Comedy Justice System, the audience is entertained by two unequal and unusual groups: the improvisers who make stuff up, and the host who awards meaningless points to them. These are their skits.
[Two women are walking down a New York street early in the morning. They're talking about... stuff. Then they notice a dead body in the park and scream.
Cut to detectives COLIN MOCHRIE and RYAN STILES at the crime scene. COLIN's dressed like Detective Brisco. RYAN's dressed like Detective Logan, though the suit was clearly meant for the latter and is a poor fit for poor RYAN.]
RYAN: What do we have here?
ROOKIE COP: The victim's a White male in his late forties. No belongings except for the knife in his chest.
COLIN: Call it a hunch, but I don't think that the knife is his.
RYAN: Damn it all! If only the dead could talk!
[The VICTIM sits up]
VICTIM: Well, I can talk, but not for long.
[Everyone in the area reacts in shock and fear at the VICTIM.]
VICTIM: What? Doesn't everyone know that denial is the first stage of death?
RYAN: Then can you tell us what happened, Mr... uh...
VICTIM: Barrister. Kyle Barrister. What happened was that I was taking a jog. I stopped to catch my breath and felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn around, and... <gestures to knife in chest>
COLIN: And that's why I don't exercise.
RYAN: What can you tell us about your murderer?
VICTIM: He's an asswipe!
RYAN: That's Charmin-American to you!
VICTIM: ...sorry. I tend to get upset when I get killed. I hope you catch the guy. I don't think I'll be around to see-
COLIN: A robbery gone bad.
[I don't remember what happened next, but I'm pretty sure that COLIN and RYAN spent time canvassing for clues and witnesses. They head back to the police station in response to a call from DREW CAREY. COLIN and RYAN head into his office.]
DREW: <angrily> Where are we with the Barrister case?
[Insert evidence and gobbledygook here]
DREW: Well, that's not good enough! The public wants answers!
THE PUBLIC: How many dimples are in a golf ball, Lieutenant?!?
DREW: And the press is breathing down my neck!
[A herd of reporters starts open-mouth exhaling on DREW's neck.]
COLIN: Well, we have one last lead, Lieutenant. We-
DREW: Then get going!
[COLIN and RYAN leave DREW's office]
RYAN: We have one last lead?
COLIN: Yes, the former business partner. He now owns a company called, "I'm Going to Stab Kyle Barrister in the Chest LLC."
RYAN: It could be a coincidence.
COLIN: Coincidence... or not a coincidence?
RYAN: Good point. Let's roll.
COLIN: But first... let's use the restroom.
[I don't remember the dialogue that COLIN and RYAN had in the restroom, but I do remember that COLIN didn't wash his hands. This becomes a plot point later. No, really.]
[Eventually, COLIN and RYAN catch and arrest the DEFENDANT. Assistant District Attorney WAYNE BRADY and second chair JOSIE LAWRENCE are trying to get the DEFENDANT, accompanied by defense counsel GREG PROOPS, to confess and allocute.]
WAYNE: We've got you dead to rights. This case is so easy, a 6-year-old could win it!
RANDOM 6-YEAR-OLD: <points to defendant> HE'S GUILTY AS BUTT!
JOSIE: Mr. Franks, it's in your best interest to confess and spare yourself the trial.
DEFENDANT: I didn't do it! And if I did do it, it was in self-defense! And if it wasn't in self-defense, then I was emotionally unstable! And if I wasn't emotionally unstable, then-
GREG: <silences DEFENDANT> Wayne, Josie... we'll take our chances at the trial. <hands over a blue paper> Motion to humiliate Colin.
WAYNE: I love those motions! <clears throat> ...I mean... you'll do anything to win a case, won't you?
GREG: <removes glasses> I'll see you in court.
[More stuff I don't remember. COLIN testifies answers WAYNE's questions. GREG cross-examines COLIN.]
GREG: During your investigation, Colin, did you follow every rule to the letter?
COLIN: Of course! We did it by the book?
GREG: Well, then... did you wash your hands after using the restroom?!?
JUDGE: Answer the question, detective.
[COLIN breaks down.]
COLIN: No! No, I didn't! I wasn't thinking about hygiene! I was thinking about justice!
GREG: Your honor, I move that Colin's testimony be struck from the record.
JUDGE: Which record? If it's one from the Beatles, I'll hold you in contempt.
JUDGE: Overruled! Detective Mochrie's testimony is struck from the record. The jury is advised to throw paper balls at the detective.
[Even more stuff I don't remember. Fast-forward to the point where WAYNE cross-examines the DEFENDANT.]
WAYNE: You were angry with Kyle, weren't you?
DEFENDANT: OF COURSE NOT! I had no ill will towards that slimy, no-good son of a bitch!
WAYNE: Then why did you name your company "I'm Going to Stab Kyle Barrister in the Chest LLC?"
DEFENDANT: ...it was my mother's maiden name.
WAYNE: Do you expect us to believe that, Jeff?
GREG: Objection! He's badgering the witness!
WAYNE: Then if I can't badger the witness, then can I serenade him?
JUDGE: I'll allow it.
You were pissed as Hell when Kyle took your cash!
He made off with your woman and ate your corned beef hash!
The anger filled your soul with rancor, rage and bile!
So you followed Kyle into the park for over half a mile!
You approached him from behind while he was taking rest!
He turned around, and then you POUNCED! And stabbed him in the chest!
DEFENDANT: I admit it! I admit it! I killed the jackass! Just like the ADA killed it with those funky beats.
WAYNE: Nothing further. <bows, spins, and moonwalks back to his seat>
[More stuff I don't remember. But I remember the DEFENDANT being declared guilty.]
WAYNE: And so ends the freedom of Jeff Franks, a man who made business personal.
JOSIE: I don't think that Kyle stealing Jeff's wife was business, Wayne.
RYAN: A wise man once said that a woman is like a business, Josie.
JOSIE: ...that was you, Ryan. You just said that seconds ago.
RYAN: I know. <smokes an imaginary cigar>
COLIN: Well, this has been a long case, and I'm famished. I'm going to try out a new restaurant. Who wants to join me?
JOSIE: Sounds lovely. What's it called?
COLIN: "I'm Going to Stab Kyle Barrister in the Chest Salad Bar."
[JOSIE, WAYNE, and RYAN throw paper balls at COLIN.]
<We're going to get sued by: DICK WOLF>
The moral of the story is that not every idea that I have turns into a tweet, a blog post, or an (upcoming) e-book, and this is a good thing.
And for the record, this is not representative of the work that I submit for Three Gen Media.
...at least I hope it's not.
Just to be on the safe side, I'm going to review today's submissions and remove all instances of *donkdonk*.