i want to write a movie script. i figure that it will take me about an hour. Filming will take maybe three hours with a crew of about ten people, six of whom will do the CGI effects using a copy of MS Paint i've got lying around somewhere. (That runs on this Mac Laptop i found in a thrift shop, right?)
After i copy my masterwork onto a couple of DVDs, i'll head down to my local AMC and tell them that they need to run my movie this Saturday at 6PM because it's a matter of utmost importance. He'll do it, of course, because i'll win him over with my impressive logic and use of lingo like how my movie uses Ambient Accoustive Infractions to tell it's story of Interpersonal Existential Isolationism. i'll be sure to add some lens flares to the disk before i hand it to the guy selling tickets.
This will instantly rocket me to the top of the list of summer blockbusters and garner me the highest award for Movies, an Emmy.
And when i'm done, i'll turn to the various collected Hollywood writers, directors and producers and tell them that what they're feeling right now (that mixture of nausea, seething rage, and lunatic laughter at the sheer impossibility of what i've done), is exactly what i feel every time i sit through one of their movies and they play fast and loose with computers/science/biology/sanity.
(i mean, i get needing to tech the tech with techy tech, but please don't inject the hero with things that would make him explode, or have him create new unstable elements in his basement by directing a raw neutron beam. Points for being at least close on that, but i don't believe Fermi or most of what remained of Malibu would have approved )
