This is a test. Share, I know at least one 60 plus dude that is still smoking hot. :) Test.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long <sharelong60@...> wrote: > > Saul! What are you doing in Farmtown, USA? > > What does it look like I'm doing, Morty? I'm trying to read the local > newspaper. Betty Lou just got engaged to her high school sweetheart Big Joe. > > > Huh? Look Saul let me give you my elevator pitch on another idea. > > In case you haven't noticed Morty, there are no elevators in this town. Just > flat flat and more flat. Sigh, ok, let's hear it. > > > I call it The Ex Patted. > > > Ah, Morty, a short title that speaks volumes. I like it already. Say more. > > It's about a 60 something guy Neal A. List living outside the US. And what > can I say, Saul, he's got issues. He's terrified of needing attention. He's > terrified of being boring. He's terrified of not leaving his mark on the > world. He's an elitist and perfectionist and life is good. But only as long > as it lives up to those standards of his that he's so attached to and > identified with. I guess we could say he's terrified of being an ordinary > human. > > > I don't know, Morty, will audiences be able to identify with this guy? > > Saul, what can I say? Aren't you already? ha ha! > > Cute, Morty! Tell you what. Let's make him hate astrology and all that New > Age stuff and I think we got a winner. > > Saul, you're a genius. Hey, maybe this small town living is good for you. > > Morty, don't put a kabash on our new partnership! > > > ________________________________ > From: turquoiseb <no_re...@yahoogroups.com> > To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com > Sent: Thursday, September 5, 2013 11:19 PM > Subject: [FairfieldLife] True Attention > > > >  > This post never "came back" from the Yahoo! black hole yesterday, so I'll try > again because I had so much fun writing it... > > > Overheard in a cafe on Ile Saint-Louis this morning: > > "Saul? Is that you? How amazing to run into you here in Paris. What are you > doing here?" > > "Knock it off, Morty. I saw you earlier stalking me outside my hotel, and > following me here. You probably stalked me here all the way from L.A. What do > you want?" > > "That was *your* hotel? I wasn't stalking you...I was...uh...just looking > through the garbage cans to see whether Parisians recycle. Yeah, that's the > ticket." > > "Cut to the chase, Morty. What the fuck do you want?" > > "I want to pitch you a story idea for a new series, Saul. I know that you're > interested in new ideas, original ideas, so I'm bringing it to you first, > even though a bunch of other producers are already bugging me about > it." > > "Yeah, right. But OK, I'm in a good mood, and the *real* writer I'm waiting > for isn't due for a few minutes, so you've got that long to give me your > 'elevator pitch.'" > > "Thanks, Saul. I call it 'True Attention.' It's a story about a bunch of > vampires who live in Faux Temps, Iowa and survive by sucking attention from > other people." > > "Iowa? It sounds more like L.A." > > "Yeah, we could probably set it in L.A. if you wanted. Anyway, the main > character is named Nookie Snackhouse, and she's *not* a vamp. But she is half > fey...sort of a closet fey...and she has this ability to read people's minds, > and know what their real thoughts and intentions are even better than the > people whose minds she's reading do." > > "She sounds like a real pain in the ass. But go on...where do the vamps fit > into all of this?" > > "Well, first, they're not real vamps, like in that other series that this one > is nothing like. They don't feed on blood > or anything. Instead, just as you noted, they feed off of attention. Being > unable to generate any kind of energy themselves, they suck it from other > people by getting them to focus on them." > > "So how do they do this? Do they, for example, stalk these victims whose > attention they want to steal halfway around the world and corner them in a > sidewalk cafe?" > > "No, no...nothing like that. Heh heh...good one, Saul. What they do, since > none of these attention vamps have actually ever DONE anything in their lives > that would attract the attention they feed off of, they get people to focus > on them by insulting them, trying to portray them as stupid, and calling them > names." > > "And that works?" > > "More than you might think. Many of the vamps in Faux Temps have been running > this number for *years*, and have managed to get a *lot* of people to focus > on them and give them their attention so that they can feed off of it. And > all without ever > DOING anything to deserve that attention in the first place." > > "I don't get it...they accomplish all this just by insulting people?" > > "Not *just* insulting people. Sometimes they make up stories about themselves > and try to convince others that those stories are real. For example, they > brag about their 'endarkenment,' or imply that they're successes in life even > though they've never been anything but wage slaves. That's where Nookie comes > in." > > "The suspense is killing me. Do tell..." > > "Well, as I said, Nookie is *not* one of these vamps per se, and in fact is > even less interesting than they are and has DONE even less in her life than > they have, but she can read their thoughts and so she knows when they're > bullshitting to attract attention and when they're not." > > "Aha. So she busts them when she catches them lying?" > > "No, not at all. That's the twist. She ignores their bullshit, and instead > praises them so that they'll > focus on HER. When they do that, she sucks *their* attention. So in effect, > she's got all these attention vampires *working for her*, stealing attention > and energy from other people, and then passing it along to her by focusing on > her. Brilliant, right?" > > "Sounds boring to me. Who on earth would tune in each week to watch a bunch > of people who have never DONE anything in their lives try to suck attention, > as if they were the center of the universe?" > > "Hey, Saul...don't knock it...it worked for 'Seinfeld.'" > > "Good point." > > "So? Ya interested?" > > "Not really. Got anything else?" > > "Well, I am working on another completely original treatment called 'Freaking > Mad.' It's about a mild-mannered meditation teacher who starts selling > black-market enlightenment..." > > "Nice talking to you, Morty. But I see a real writer approaching, so buzz > off. Give my secretary a call when you get back to L.A. We won't do lunch." >
