Sunday, September 16, 2012

Quick Scene: The Cubicle


Scene:
Mary approaches Thomas in his cubicle.


Mary
Do you need a recycle bin?

Thomas

Will you fit in it?

Mary
No.

Thomas
Then no, I don’t need a recycle bin.

Capn's Quip: The Meaning of Life


"We’re all looking for the same thing: a comfortable pair of underwear and someone beautiful to take them off of us."

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Capn's Quip: Sanity... yes, again

"It's so refreshing to be in a room where no one is wearing makeup, when all you've known is the life of a clown."  

Nice Try Films: Francis-Anne, Francis-Anne

Working in the film business, I have been forwarded many email queries that have varied from quaint to bizarre.  Here is an actual email that I felt warranted some actual, special attention:

From: XXXX [mailto:xxxxx@gmail.com]
Sent: Saturday, November 10, 2007 5:53 AM
To:
xxxxx@gmail.com
Subject: EMERGENCY!!! (I NEED YOUR URGENT HELP)
Hello,
  
  How are you doing today? I am sorry i didn't inform you about my  traveling to Africa for a program called "Empowering Youth to Fight Racism,  HIV/AIDS, Poverty and Lack of Education, the program is taking place  in three major countries in Africa which is Ghana , South Africa and  Nigeria . It has been a very sad and bad moment for me, the present condition that i found myself is very hard for me to explain.

I am really stranded in Nigeria because I forgot my little bag in the  Taxi where my money, passport, documents and other valuable things were  kept on my way to the Hotel am staying, I am facing a hard time here  because i have no money on me. I am now owning a hotel bill of $1,600 and  they wanted me to pay the bill soon or  else they will have to seize my bag and hand me over to the Hotel Management., I need this help from you  urgently to help me back home, I need you to help me with the hotel  bill and i will also need $1,800 to feed and help myself back home so  please can you help me with a sum of $3,400 to sort out my problems here? I  need this help so much and on time because i am in a terrible and tight situation here, I don't even have money to feed myself for a day  which means i had been starving, so please understand how urgent i needed  your help.

I am sending you this e-mail from the city Library, I will appreciate  what so ever you can afford to send me for now and I promise to pay back  your money as soon as i return home. So please use the details of the hotel manager below to transfer the money to me through Western Union money transfer because that is the only way i could be able to get it fast and leave because i need an id to pick up the money through western union. This is the information below....

Name: David Brooks
Address: 16 Johson Street
City : Victoria Island
State : Lagos
Country : Nigeria
Zip Code : 23401
Text question: To who
Answer: Frances

After you have send the money, email to me the western union money transfer control number or you can attach and forward to me the western union money transfer receipt so that i can pick up the money and leave.
Hope to hear from you soon. Although, the embassy here have promised to give me a covering travelling papers that i will need to have my way back home, all i need right now is the money to settle up the bills and leave.

Love - best wishes
Frances-Anne
Frances-Anne XXXXX
XXXXX Films & XXXXX
XXXXX
Toronto, Ontario


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Oh, Francis-Anne, Francis-Anne…

The follies that you and I have come to know in our many adventures abroad.  What would my life be without you as the hyperbolic, travelling Lucille Ball you have become?  I still recall our African travels back in 75… it was summer there, as it always is… and Idi Amin invited us over for dinner.  You and I, two carefree spirits in search of fortune in the cheap nick-nacks we would later sell at a premium through our founding of Pier 1.  Oh, we were a pair. 

The devil you say?  Stranded in the whiles of Africa, which according to you has now been reduced to just three countries: Ghana, South Africa, and Nigeria?  My God, what happened to the rest of them?  Tell me they didn’t take Gabon!  Not Gabon!  Sad and bad indeed.  Little bag lost?  Why it’s just not right that a Canadian could be so loved by the world over, yet so reviled by hotel management in Nigeria.  Obviously, these people are simply not familiar with your indomitable spirit and giving nature.  If they only knew the Francis-Anne who gave peanut butter sandwiches to thirsty children in Sudan… or who could not have heard tale of the Francis-Anne who tagged penguins for the Watcheedum Zoo?  That’s it, get me this hotel person on the phone.  Surely anyone in hostelry management can be reasoned with.  I’m outraged.  I’m simply beside myself that these people would expect you to pay when you have no money.  What on earth is this world coming to?  And Nigeria of all places.  A place so full of wealth and disposable income!  Why it’s becoming positively impossible for charitable folk to travel nowadays, what with all the reaching and grabbing. 

You know what I think?  I think your little bag wasn’t lost.  No, I’d dare say it was stolen.  Stolen by some unscrupulous individual who is probably smoking away your charitable funds on some illegal, offensive depravity.  You, Francis-Anne, pour angel of generosity, here in this very place to fight racism, poverty and HIV/AIDS, and what happens?  You’re robbed by an selfish ethnic person with a medicinal agenda.  Why it’s all so terribly Hallmark Channel, that I don’t know which button to push to turn it off. 
Don’t worry, Cissy-Anne, I’m sending for my bank book.  In the meantime, don’t do anything rash like selling your body for money or, god forbid, marrying a local to get citizenship status.  I knew a young man here in Hollywood who married a girl from Georgia so that she could get her green card.  Turns out she was only using him to get his money so that she could return to Atlanta with bigger breasts. 

Oh wait, Frannie-Annie… look what’s just come in: I’ve just received an email from the widow of a General Borengeh, the former Minister of Interior and Banking and Housing of Nigeria.  My goodness, I’m sorry to report that the good general has been killed in a terrible accident.  Oh but look, like any good general, he’s planned ahead and has set aside some money for his widow.  And this poor woman needs my help to obtain this money (being held by some heartless bank in league with the Nigerian hotel industry no doubt!).  Tell me, are you anywhere near a First Nigerian Bank?  Sounds like there must be loads of them there.  I can arrange for Mrs. Borengeh to get her money, and since we’re fastly becoming such good friends, I’ll ask her to in-turn get you out of your pickle.  Oh, it’s all so coincidental that it must be fate!

Sincerely,

Your Friend at Nice Try Films

Nice Try Films Cares: Aid to the Ailing Abid in Africa!

Working in the film business, I have been forwarded many email queries that have varied from quaint to bizarre.  Here is an actual email that I felt warranted some actual, special attention:


From: MRSRUTH ABID [mailto:xxxxxx@sify.com]
Sent: Monday, March 10, 2008 6:46 AM
To:
xxxxxx@mweb.co.zw
Subject: My Dear,Friend,Reply Me

My Dear,

I am Mrs.Ruth Abid  from Libya. I am married to Late OSMAN ABID of blessed memory who is an oil explorer in Libya and Kuwait for twelve years  before he died in the year 2000. We were married for twelve years  without a child.
He died after a brief illness that lasted for only four  days. Since his death I too have been battling with both Cancer and  fibroid problems. When my late Husband was alive he deposited a substantial amount of money in millions of dollars with a deposit company oversea.

Recently, my doctor told me that I have only six months to live due to  cancer problem. Though what disturbs me most is my stroke sickness.

Having known my condition I decided to donate this fund to either a  charity/orphanage home or devoted God fearing individual that will utilize this money the way I am going to  instruct herein. I want this organization or individual to use this money in all sincerity to fund charity homes (motherless homes), orphanages, widows.

I took this decision because I don't have any child that will inherit this money and my husband relatives are into radical organization and I don't want a situation where this money will be used in an Unholy manner. Hence the reasons for this bold  decision.

Please, pray for me to recover as your prayers will  go a  long way in uplifting my spirit. I don't need any telephone communication in this regard because of my  health, because of the presence of my husband's relatives around me always. I don't want them to know about this development. As soon as I receive your reply on Email: I shall give you further directives on what to  do and how to go about actualizing this project. I will also issue a  letter of authority to the Deposit Company authorizing them that the said  fund Have being willed to you and a copy of such authorization will be  forwarded to you. I want you to always pray for me.
Any delay in your reply will give room in sourcing for an organization or a devoted Individual for this same purpose. 

Until I hear from you by email; my dreams will rest squarely on your shoulders.

Remain blessed.
 
MRS. RUTH ABID.

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My beloved, Mrs. Abid,

I love it when you call me dear.  And I know in your delicate state that I should not burden you with this news, but with you so close to death, time is not on our side.  Long have we been lovers, even when your oil husband was alive and dutifully playing his part in strangling the world in the grip of oily tyranny.  To get right to it, Ruthy… I hated Osman.  And I hated the way he lavished you with expensive gifts and advanced sexual techniques.  For so long I wondered “Why?  Why can I not be this man who has so much: a beautiful wife, amassed wealth, and tantric knowledge that makes the Kama Sutra read like an Archie comic?”  For years this hatred welled up inside me until I could take it no longer… until in 2000 I murdered your husband with a lethal dose of rat poison.  I admit freely that I did this, but I know you will forgive me because you love me so.  I know you do.  Only a person in love would use the word “Dear” so tenderly.  Of course, the fact that you’re giving me Osman’s money is further proof that you can forgive me.  You see, Ruth, Baby… I knew with Osman gone that I could finally be the only man in your life… and with any luck you would see fit to impart to me his money.  And I was right, Ruth… I was right.  You came back to me.  To me.  But enough about the past, Ruth… you say you’ve only got six months to live due to “cancer problem”?  You know me, I don’t like to be overly critical and correct people, but I believe the fact that you have cancer is technically the problem to which you’re referring.  I merely say this as it’s kind of redundant to say “cancer problem”… and don’t get me started on “stroke sickness”… but don’t listen to me, we’re talking about you and I’m carrying on like this!

I want you to know, Ruth, that I will endeavor to use this money you are so nobly giving me to fund motherless homes.  Maybe one day we can end the cycle of homes being born without their mothers.  True, you won’t be around to see that day… and neither will I, but together we can leave a legacy of hope.

I know you’ve asked me to pray for you to recover, but we should make clear that if by some reason you did actually recover that I would still be eligible for the money, right?  Just checking, because I know that English is maybe not your first language to beg in, and it must be difficult for you to secret yourself away from Osman’s family to get to a computer and log on to your Sifymax.com account, which I am noting is a popular entertainment site in India (I can’t wait to see that new Sameera film, can you?   Oh… I guess you can’t technically wait either.  Too bad, really.  It looks like a good one.).

I know you started talking about all kinds of contacting and authorizations, but I know that a love like ours doesn’t need authorization for we are our own authorities.  And you’ve already placed my heart under arrest. 

Love always,

Your Dear Nice Try Films

PS: Let me know when the funeral is, I’d like to send some flowers or a card or something. 
 

Capn's Quip: Women

"I like my women like I like my desserts: covered in whipped cream and wheeled in on a cart."

Keep Bailing!


This is certainly a fortuitous time to revisit the Auto Bailout that is still such a relevant political topic today.  From my original post of December 2, 2008:


Still not sure about the bailout idea for Detroit?  See who supports letting the Big Three Automakers die and you’ll find they are the "Supply Side/Free Market Republicans" (which is a clever way of saying: "Type-A personalities who would be otherwise antisocial if it weren’t for the fact that they control all of the money that then forces all of the people in the world to talk to them."  All the more reason we should be suspicious of letting Detroit die (which last time I checked, Detroit has been on life support for 30 years now).  If anything, Detroit is the very model for why the Republicans are wrong now, and have been wrong all along.  Labor didn’t kill the auto industry just because it expects the decent wages and benefits that every single one of us wants and works for.  The citizens of Detroit didn’t kill the auto industry in their hopes and skepticism for a successful professional sports franchise in the city.  Consumers didn’t kill the auto industry that continued to manufacture fuel inefficient vehicles when gas prices were always at a “reasonable level of acceptable robbery”.  

So what is killing Detroit?  Answer: selfish, egotistically motivated money-grubbing.  That’s the cause of the near destruction of a major metropolis and its communities and as a result: its most celebrated industry.  With what is called “sound business practices”, the automakers do whatever is simple in order to cut costs and generate profit: ship jobs overseas or across the borders to Canada or Mexico; display an unwillingness to manufacture quality because it costs money and depresses profits; foist inflexibility as a sign of trademarking tradition and celebrating the ghosts of yesteryear (whether it deserves it or not).  But business is what kills business because it’s merely a civilized reenactment of what is otherwise an instinctual will to survive.  It’s lame, really.  There are no animals to be skinned, or rocks to be struck together, or herds to be followed, or tribes to be warred against for the most part.  So Business suits-up and plays in bastardized scenarios where you can do all of these things symbolically and with a fake sense of fulfillment, all in some gauzy attempt to feed some hunger that is supposedly primeval.  Instead of sharp sticks and brawn, it’s all done with dollars and takeovers and “hard decisions” that replace a sense of empathy with the exalted sense of privilege.      

Quite frankly: I'm not willing to let Detroit die.  I'm not willing to let Michigan get hurt - and no, I'm not from Michigan and have no ties there.  It's about god damned time that someone came along and turned Detroit back into a place of purpose and the shining beacon it once was (and quite frankly: any place that gave the world the '57 Chevy and Motown, deserves not only to be saved, but gilded in gold!). 

Here's the way I think we can solve the situation:

Step 1. Implement the Detroit bailout.  We (the tax payer) get first position.  We put the money in, we'll get it back out – and with frosting.

Step 2. The Big Three will retool and make the cars of the future (especially if it means we finally get the flying cars that we've been promised since the 1950's!).  I know this isn't a wave of a wand, but retooling means people doing a job to retool a place so that more people can then do more jobs once it’s retooled.   Innovate, Innovate, Innovate!  Give us the radical, the scientific, hell, even the hair-brained ideas whether they're engineering, business, environmental, what have you.  Partner with the education sector to generate these minds and these ideas and get them implemented for the sake of the planet and its inhabitants, especially those inhabitants who will be building the very implements that will help save that planet and its inhabitants.  Put people back to work and let's make something again in this country.  Let’s make something we can all be proud of again.  Let’s be known not only as the nation that invented the mass-produced must-haves, but let’s deserve that continuing sense of awe from other countries.  This can be one of our new New Deal National Work Programs.  It’s time for a revamp or a reboot or a re-whatever that gets the US back as the leader of smarts in the world.  This is the perfect time to not only get people working again, but to get them working on so many of the projects that will prove transformational to our environment as well as our economy. 

Step 3. Force insurance and financial companies to keep health and benefits packages for workers at a super negotiated fixed price in order to keep costs down and reasonable.  Hell, while you’re at it: give the workers a piece of the company.  They're tax payers too so they'll own part of it like the rest of us, but give them an even bigger stake in the company since they'll be working in it.  If the company kicks ass as a result of their work, then they'll know it and feel it!  The companies will have worker loyalty.  They’ll have superior quality.  They’ll have superior product.  They’ll have consumer loyalty.  I’ll admit, I glazed over when it came to Economics back in college, so I may be totally off base, but all these things at least sound like good economical thingies.

Step 4. Tie the auto bailout to the financial bailout since the god damned money that was supposed to unfreeze the banking industry isn't unfreezing a frick-diddling thing!  And really, what the hell pool of non-existent money this comes from is irrelevant.  We’re all going to be paying for it for generations!  And, by the way, where the hell is our money that we already gave to the financial sector?  I’d ask Hank, but he doesn’t seem to know.  Honestly, I'd much rather know that the bailout money is being actively infused to get stuff moving rather than having that money just sit in all these theoretical vaults.  I know about theoretical vaults.  I have theoretical vaults.  Mine just happen to be over-brimming with video games, nude women, tropical beaches, pizza, and sleep (not necessarily in that order).  Look, we gave a handout to a bunch of banks because they were crying.  We did it because we thought it would result in them liking us better.  We were wrong.  They still hate us and in fact decided that they’d charge us a fee for cashing an out of town check.  We (and I mean the Government since there is still some silly notion in this country that the government is actually us collectively) should force, in no uncertain terms, the banking industry to unleash money into the markets.  If they won't do it because they're eyeing a smaller bank or shoring up some kind of reserves, then the money gets returned with interest along with an immediate apology for wasting our time.  And if we could watch the offending CEO get hit in the nards on TV, that would be cool too. 

Step 5. Big Three management gets paid a working wage or takes the Dollar Value Menu route just proposed on Capital Hill.  No bonuses.  No golden parachutes.  No huge salaries.  If they don't like it, then they can get a job lobbying the GOP.  There are plenty of people who will take their jobs as leaders of their companies (and the irony is that this is the very same lame-ass scare tactic that management and business have been planting into the minds of labor since the beginning of business).

Step 6. Finally, and most importantly: Shut the fuck up!  No, not you guys.  I'm speaking to the vaunted Republican "business minded” out there.  Your prowess as a warrior race in the pseudo-fictitious wilderness of business and economics is truly admirable… if this was World of Warcraft.  But this is real life.  And in real life there are actual living, breathing, people who work for a living, and some of them have to, you know, get off their asses and do something of consequence like: feed their families, pay their bills, and share a collective fear of what happens after High School Musical moves into a possible four year post secondary education movie stent (never mind the fact that most of these real life people don’t know how they’re going to pay for their own children’s education, let alone endure four years of pretty, semi-sexually charged young people gyrating their cluelessness toward graduate school!)  Look, business shitheads, we don't fucking like your “To hell with ‘em, let ‘em bleed!” approach to humanity.  You’re confusing your ass with a hole in the ground if the only contributions you can make are endlessly referencing mystical widgets in some self-serving conversation.  The system is broke.  It's fucked up.  In fact, you guys fucked it up.  It's all kinds of fucked up.  Now, we're going to clean it up.  All of us.  And you're going to do your part and then, one day when it is all over, you're going to look at something you helped to save.  Sure, you almost killed it along with the entire world’s economy, and you damned near severed the artery of an entire generation of workers and potentially the futures of their children as well, but you'll feel loads better when you've redeemed yourself and can say: "I did something right!"

Nice Try Films: Francis is Magic!

Working in the film business, I have been forwarded many email queries that have varied from quaint to bizarre.  Here is an actual email that I felt warranted some actual, special attention:

From: xxxxxxxxxxxxx@aol.com [mailto: xxxxxxxxxxxxx@aol.com]
Sent: Thursday, August 07, 2008 11:30 AM
To:
xxxxxxxxxx@xxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: (no subject)
Hi,

My name is Frank xxxxxxxxxx and I am privacy consultants that assist people who need to disappear. If you ever need a consultant for a movie, TV show or script, please do not hesitate to contact me.

Best,

Frank xxxxxxxxxx

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Dear Francis,

Wait, so let me get this straight, you’re a magician?  Oh sorry, “illusioneest”?  So, you’re tired of working the bar mitzvah circuit and are finally serious about making it in the biz.  I admire that.  And because I admire that (whatever it was), and you’re looking for help from us because we’re, let’s face it, incredibly awesome, I’m gonna give you some helpful advice:  If you’re really serious, and I mean serious like serious people, you gotta work on yourself, Francis.  You know, change your name, get some headshots, get an agent, get a boob job, whatever… look inward to look outward, you know what I mean? 

Look, I like you, Francis.  I don’t know why.  I gotta soft spot for the innocents of the world (especially if it’s wearing something slutty to try to appear not so innocent).  I’m gonna be direct with you because I’m a busy guy what with all the shenanigans in Africa (with Francine being stuck and all this soon-to-be-dead lady’s gobs of dough waiting to be claimed).  I love a classic as much as the next guy (you know, if the next guy happens to be a guy who loves classics) but the whole vaudevillian angle (the magic, the clown shtick, the song-and-dance-man routine) that stuff’s been done a long time ago.  It’s all about sex appeal now, Frank.  The people want pretty girls in little outfits sleeping with ugly fat guys in improbable scenarios charged with sexuality.  That, or they want something with Will Ferrell in it.  Look, Frank, let’s be frank… sex sells.  So do yourself a favor and lose the magic nerdy stuff, okay?  It’s just not as sexy to everyone else as it is to you in your clearly troubled brain.   

Oh don’t get me wrong here, Francis.  I get where you’re coming from.  I played with GI Joes when I was a kid.  Used to watch the TV show religiously, but that’s just it, Francis… Duke, Doc, Lady Jaye, Wild Bill and all the other Joes couldn’t see that they were just a child’s play things.  Sure, GI Joe was the next logical animated step after years of the overtly good versus evil spoon-feeding we endured with the Smurfs, but that’s just it - it was all still for kids.  So going around telling people you’re a magician: yeah, not the best idea in the world.  What are you, like thirty something?  Lemme guess: still living with the parents?  Yeah?  Uh huh.  Tell me, you ever get laid using the line “Nothing up my sleeve”?  No?  I didn’t think so.  Francis, baby… this is Hollywood.  If you don’t got something up your sleeve around here, then nobody’s gonna care what you pull outta your hat (the “hat” in this case, refers to your “pants”, Franky.  Try to keep up.). 

So, I’m gonna put away childish things here, Francis.  Maybe it’s time you did the same.  Why?  Because knowing when you’re a loser doofus, is half the battle. 

Go Joe, Francis.  Go Joe.

Sincerely,

Nice Try Films

Nice Try Films: A World of Pure Imagination!

Working in the film business, I have been forwarded many email queries that have varied from quaint to bizarre.  Here is an actual email that I felt warranted some actual, special attention:

From:
xxxxxxxxxx@xxxxxxx.fr
Sent: Monday, September 29, 2008 10:25 AM
To:
xxxxxxxxxx@xxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: FW: FROM MISS MARIA DENISE

I AM MISS MARIA DENISE FROM IVORY COAST AND I AM CONTACTING YOU BECAUSE I NEED YOUR HELP IN THE MANAGEMENT OF A SUM OF MONEY THAT MY DEAD FATHER LEFT FOR ME BEFORE HE DIED.
THIS MONEY IS USD 18.5 MILLION AMERICAN DOLLARS AND THE MONEY IS IN A BANK HERE IN ABIDJAN.
MY FATHER WAS A VERY RICH COCOA FARMER AND HE WAS POISONED BY HIS BUSINESS COLLEAGUES AND NOW I WANT YOU TO STAND AS MY GUIDIAN AND APPOINTED BENEFICIARY AND RECEIVE THE MONEY IN YOUR COUNTRY SINCE I AM ONLY 20 YEARS AND WITHOUT MOTHER OR FATHER.

PLEASE I WILL LIKE YOU TO REPLY TO THIS EMAIL SO THAT I WILL TELL YOU ALL THE INFORMATION SO THAT MY MONEY WILL BE TRANSFER INTO YOUR BANK ACCOUNT SO THAT YOU WILL GET ME PAPERS TO TRAVEL TO YOUR COUNTRY TO CONTINUE MY EDUCATION THERE WHILE YOU HELP ME INVEST MY MONEY UNTIL I FINISH MY EDUCATION.
I AM WAITING FOR YOUR URGENT REPLY AND I WILL CALL YOU AS SOON AS I HEAR FROM YOU.
 I AM SENDING TO YOU A COPY OF MY PICTURE SO THAT YOU WILL KNOW THE PERSON YOU ARE HELPING.

THANKS.

MARIA DENISE

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Dear Maria and Denise

I am so glad you have come to me with your 18.5 million dollar relocation plans.  While I don’t have a lot of room in what is termed my “over-extended” accounts, I think I just might be able to accommodate a little more space to assist you in this valiant effort to live up to your dead sugar daddy’s ideals of making the world a sweeter place through the magic of chocolate confections.  And though I never knew, or knew of, your father until now, I like to picture him in a purple velvet suit and a top hat to match, as he’s taking that last, great Wonkavator to heaven.  Rest in peace, candy man… rest in peace.

But be ever proud, girls.  Willy’s spirit lives on in you both.  You were right to entrust your sweet, tender, 20 year old, sexpot bodies to my faithful, seasoned hands.  Please note that while I did not receive your picture with the email as you stated, I have elected to do some background investigations to better help foster our burgeoning since of trust.  After careful research by calculating some integers and information you have provided previously, such as: Ivory coast, your names, chocolate, etc… coupled with my own unique deductive reasoning; I have utilized my vast net of the Inters (it’s technical), and have uncovered what I believe are in fact images of you (attached here for your confirmation). 

 
As such, I hope you will accept this confirmation of our great mutual admiration. 

I will not cheapen this correspondence with vague promises.  Willy certainly never would have stood for such pretense and I dare say neither would his daughters.  So, let us proceed to business.  In order to commence our dealings, please follow the following steps as followed:

1. Please deposit at least US$9.25 million (representing half of the total $18.5 million) in the following Swiss bank account: Bank of Switzerland, Acct Number:

789-OU812-5050-987-N-YOPD.  You should be sure to list me as administrator and you should give the bank my super secret password which is: “MMMCHOCOLATESLUTS” (note the number of M’s and the capitalization);

2. In the interest of diversifying my engagement, please deposit the remaining US$9.25 million in the equivalent form of chocolate bullion into the same account.  This is a necessity borne not only of personal gratification, but also of diversification (which is a fancy business financial term for diversification).

Once I have confirmation of the deposits, I can then begin the process of your immigration to the United States.  I do, in fact, know some people at many universities here in the United States (as I am sure you are aware, I have personally produced and overseen the production of the wildly popular series of videos: “Boob Tube” and “Drunk Chicks” at numerous post-secondary schools around the country), so if you’ll assure me a place at your graduation ceremonies, I’ll work to assure yours. 
 
In closing: though this great tragedy has brought us together, I know that we will find great comfort in each other.  I am looking forward to meeting you both.  I had to pause there just a moment.  I was suddenly taken atingle with the warm feelings only a – dare I say – loving family can know.  I am humbled and I thank you.

Sincerely,
 
Your friend in all things chocolate at Nice Try Films


Nice Try Films: Newt Gingrich and Porn with historical themes: Can they teach us anything?

Working in the film business, I have been forwarded many email queries that have varied from quaint to bizarre.  Here is an actual email that I felt warranted some actual, special attention:

TO:  #### #######
From:  Madeline Rossi
Date 10/20/2008
Re:  Free Choice Flat Tax
####,
I just left you a message on behalf of Newt Gingrich.  Newt wants to get your opinion on the Flat Tax.  In fact this how simple your tax return could be under the Free Choice Flat Tax!  (see attached sample tax return)
Please call me back today at ### ### ####
Thanks,
Mary

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Newty, Baby!

Where you been, man?!  I saw you on TV the other day.  You were sitting on a couch or something at the beach.  I think you were sitting with Al Sharpton... or was it Nancy Pelosi?  Hell, what’s the difference?!

Anyhoo... so glad you’re reviving the ole "flat tax" idea.  "You can take the man outta Washington, but you can’t take the Washington outta the man", eh?!  I heard that once in this porno called George Washington and the Pounding Fathers I got from the "2 for 1" bin the other night.  Turns out they put the homosexual porn in the "2 for 1" bin too.  Just intermingled and all... for anyone to pick up.  You know, I didn’t even realize it was a gay porn until like 30 minutes in.  But you know, if you just stick with the close-up shots and turn down the sound, it’s almost like watching regular porn.  The acting wasn’t bad, to tell you the truth – which is kind of a nice change of pace, I must admit.  And you know me, I’m not a marketing guy, but I think we could play up the idea that George Washington really had a twelve inch penis and was a real man’s man.  You know, we could call ourselves the "big penis" party or something.  Hell, our mascot is an elephant, after all (they have big penises, right?).

Back to your fax...  I love the flat tax idea.  Hell, you know me, I love anything flat... flat-chested women, plateaus (you know I like a nice flat plateau), flat monthly fees for pay-per-view WWE Smackdown events, etc... but I gotta be honest with you: flat tax just sounds wrong to me nowadays.  I know that disappoints you, Newty, but lemme explain: a flat tax is just that: a tax.  Why do we Republicans always give in to the Left’s talking points by using their terms?  We should be calling taxes what they really are: "Satanic Baby Devouring Government Sponsored Rape and Defilement".  Whataya think?  We could call it "Defilement" for short!  As in: "He made $2 million last year, and paid almost 39% in defilements."  I think it has a ring to it.  It makes sense because it touches on every evil thing out there that the Left stands for and it makes us look like victims to grander evil plans (which is why we’re all good Christian soldiers to begin with).  I think it works.  

Look, Newt-Newt... I don’t like the spotlight, hell that’s why you and Grahamicans are paid so much in your retired years to keep the Right’s hope alive.  I’m telling you, and I’ll tell Philly too, but I’m on to something here.  We’re always talking about controlling the conversation, right?  So, let’s just start making some crazy-ass shit up!  Hell, I could do this all day!  Check this out: instead of "domestic terrorist" we could call them "Ayre-heads"!  Nice huh?!  And instead of "deregulation" we could call it "rape deterrence"!  Hey, this is fun!  Don’t we want to be about fun again, Newt?  I mean, don’t you miss that?  I know I do.  We used to be somebodies.  We were all up on a crusade for the constituency.  Now it just feels like we’re a couple of old fat guys with old dreams.  I guess I just miss you, man... that’s all I’m saying.  Hey... you know what?  I’m gonna send you that porno.  Yep, that’ll make you feel better.  I know, I know, it’s not your cup of tea, but if you just keep an open mind, I think you’ll start to feel reenergized like me.  I’m raring to go!

Okay, I gotta run.  I gotta go drop my daughter and her friends off at some thingy called a "Call for Change" event or something or another.  No clue what that is.  Maybe it’s about getting a new soccer coach after the last one went all lezbo on everyone.  

Anyhoo, great talking at you, Newt.  Don’t be a stranger.  And seriously, think about what I said.  I think we’re in a reinvention stage in the party right now.  I’m okay with embracing that.

Your pal at,

Nice Try Films


(Thanks to fellow Kossack, Alter Ego Manifesto, for forwarding the message from Newt and challenging us to have fun responding!)
(Cross-posted at DailyKos.com 10/23/08.  Read our DailyKos diaries at:
http://capn-sassy-jas.dailykos.com/)

Quick Scene: The Audition


Scene:
Audition room.  Paul and Will confer with each other while an overly vibrant and scantily clad actress stands waiting impatiently.

Paul
I don’t know, I think we should give her a shot.

Will
Yeah, to sedate her.

Prose: A Heart Undone


And there, just across the wadi that cut along the mint and primrose, stood a figure of a man caged lightly by the wisps of the willow tree that Grandpa Baker had planted all those years ago for Grandma Baker when they first met. Together now, these two symbols of love and yearning inexplicably aligned in the inviting glow of a spring time afternoon. Who was this man donning good looks here in this place of opportunity? Why it's Jessup Lee Braeburn, freshly returned from his travels abroad... or at least far from the quiets of this unchanging town. A rakish smile that advertises a history of good teeth and a large frame that displays an ancestry of good bones. Yes, that was indeed Jess. Who could mistake the dawning of a day were it not so clear in the bringing of light. Jess may not know of his presence for humility and upbringing assured his good breeding would not allow for bad manners. He was the sum of all things. A bastion of peace and contentment that could fill a room in quiet repose even though there be standing. It filled the shade of the willow and could almost be seen like a gem caught in the facet of an upturned ring. And Ann knew that this moment was one of those moments Grandma Baker spoke of with tears pooling in her cornered eyes. She called them "drops of heaven come just for me..." And when Grandma Baker looked to Ann to finish it with "... and for you," Ann knew that this woman who was not long for this world, perhaps never was long for this world, was vitality itself though there be hardship... and oh so very important to proof of goodness on earth. Grandma Baker referred to her happy thoughts as what poor people win. Reverie being the only means to joy for those in need of want, like rain for a drying field.

The cold water at the soles of her feet had ached at first dipping. Now, the warmth of this moment, or the numbness that set in, still equated to one thing: there was nothing to be felt as everything within her went strait to her heart. Beating large in her breast, like the loan connection to her soul that threatened to burst and come loose amidst the pounding. Why had he returned? What was here in this place that stood as the reason Jess would have come home... come here... now in this place? Ann could not move as the race of water and emotion rushed about her. Why was he here? And though she wanted to believe for all things... she simply kept asking as though the answer would float down on the water. Had the morning gone by so quickly? Had it been an hour, a day that she was standing there wondering? Had her heart beat that long in such a fervor? And then it happened: Jess stepped forward. And she knew the reason he had returned.