oct 5 in idea barrages

Your “G.I. Joe Babies” pitch will be entitled “INFANTrymen”.

You don’t get to choose the toppings, you’ll take what you can get, that’s the genius of the Impersonal Pan Pizza.

After losing at the X Games, Jesus finds Himself crucified against two snowboards. He looks to the sky. “Forgive them, Father, they do not do the Dew.” Longinus cracks a Mountain Dew. Extreme surfer babes show up and pull Christ off the cross. A soda party ensues.

The logos are so close, you know eventually we’ll get Grateful Dead-themed THC-laced Pepsi.

Things happen randomly but we are left with the power to create our own meanings from the events. Personally, I think that’s even more magical than destiny or fate.

The fundamental particle of human interaction is the excuse. For good AND for bad. The beating heart of both the holy act of forgiveness AND trying to pull a fast one. We are all imperfect, we all need to give and receive the blessings of excuses to get by. But we can’t abuse it.

Tarantino only keeps shooting on film so that he can keep saying “footage” and giggling like a school girl.

Choking on a sausage jacket is a real wurst-case scenario.