Monthly Archive for August, 2006

August 28, 2006

I have to fill out my mail-in rebate from Staples before it’s too late. I can see why companies have mail in rebates and how they make tons of money from forgetful people like myself. Last night I had a dream that I had mail-in rebates for everything that I purchased in the last year but I only had an hour to fill them all out. It was like an action movie where I was fighting the clock to save a ton of money as well as sanity… Here’s a scene from the next movie I’m going to make called “Mail-In Rebate”.

We open on my character, Jonathan Streightshooter, screaming and running out of a Staples office supply store with his fleece jacket on fire.

People around the crowded New York City scene immediately get on their cell phones to call for help. A few people scramble to look for blankets and water. A punk rocker on a skate board yells, “Stop! Drop!
And put yourself out!” to the burning Jonathan.

JONATHAN- I need a stamp!!! Someone help me?! I need a stamp!

A businessman wearing a dark suit and a bright pink tie runs up to Jonathan with a bottle of Evian water and begins to shake it on Jonathan’s burning fleece.

JONATHAN- What the hell are you doing?! I need a stamp, not WATER!

MAN- Your fleece is on fire! Your fleece is-

Jonathan turns and looks at his burning fleece. The man was right.

JONATHAN- Oh GEEZ-US!!! My fleece is on fire!

The man puts Jonathan out. Jonathan removes the charred and soaking wet fleece and throws it away in a recycling canister.

MAN- I, ummm, don’t think you can recycle burned fleece.

Jonathan is too shaken up to respond to the man.

JONATHAN- I need a friggin’ stamp ASAP! Shit! Hey, you don’t have an extra stamp do ya?

With his two fingers, the man removes the fleece and holds it far from his suit and looks for a trash can.

MAN: I have bigger fish to fry, pal. Good luck on your stamp hunt.

The man walks across the busy street looking for a trash can.

Jonathan shouts to the man from across the street.

JONATHAN- Hey! Thanks for putting me out! And thanks for throwing that away for me! I owe you a bottle of water!

MAN- (yelling back) Just mail me a few dollars when you can! Here’s my address! Do you have a pen ready!?

JONATHAN- No! But I have an excellent memory! Go ahead, shoot!

MAN- Five-Six-Four, Henry Street… Brooklyn-

JONATHAN- Are you friggin’ kidding me?! I live across the street from you!

The man is still holding the dripping fleece out from his body.

MAN- No way?! How long have you lived in the neighborhood?!

JONATHAN- A year and a half! And you?!

MAN- (laughing hard in disbelief) A year and a half too! Ha haaa!!!
What a crazy coincidence!

JONATHAN- You’re telling me! WAIT! I bought some old golf balls from you at your stoop sale a few weeks ago! Now I remember! You’re Ted Hollersworth the Third!

MAN- You nailed it! That’s my name to the T! I forgot your name, though! What is it?!

JONATHAN- Jonathan Streightshooter!

MAN- Straight-what?!

JONATHAN- Shooter! Streightshooter! Like, Straight-Shooter!

Jonathan makes a couple air pistols with his hands and shoots at him from across the street.

JONATHAN CONT- Like, POW POW! Straight- shooter!

An old lady with a parrot sitting on her walker slowly walks up to the man.

OLD LADY: What are you going to do with that fleece? I can fix that ya know.

MAN: Oh! You can have it if ya want it.

He places the fleece in a little basket on her walker. Her parrot looks at him and screams to him.

PARROT- Whhhhaaaaack! Burnt fleece! Whhhhaaaaack! Burnt fleece!

The man smiles and tries to pat the parrot on the head but the parrot snaps at him.

OLD LADY- Julie doesn’t take kindly to pettin’… Thank you for the fleece.

She slowly walks away.

Across the street, Jonathan is still making shooting gestures.

MAN- (continues screaming) Right! Streightshooter! I remember you now!

JONATHAN- Well, howdy neighbor!

They both laugh.

MAN- Hey, why did you need a stamp anyway?!

JONATHAN- OH! Crap, I almost forgot! I need to mail off my mail-in rebate from Staples before I forget again. Last year I bought a computer at Staples and totally forgot to send in my rebate and I ended up loosing a hundred dollars! Ya know what!? Why don’t I come across the street so we don’t have to yell to each other anymore!

MAN- That sounds like a good plan!

Jonathan continues screaming to Ted Hollersworth as he waits at the light to cross the street.

JONATHAN- I’m glad you asked me about the stamps! I need to take care of my rebate as soon as possible because I always forget to send them in.

TED- That’s how they make all of their money! People like us forget to send them in!

They both laugh.

JONATHAN- Tell me about it!

The light turns green and Jonathan walks across the street towards Ted Hollersworth.

Ted reaches and pulls out his wallet.

TED- Hey! I think you’re in luck! I have an extra stamp!

JONATHAN- (halfway across the street) Great! I’ll mail it off-

A street cleaner smashes into and runs over Jonathan.

Ted screams and runs up to the surprisingly clean looking and dead body of Jonathan. Ted takes Jonathan’s mail in rebate from out of his back pocket and places a stamp on it.

TED- You’ll get your rebate this time, buddy. It was nice talking to ya, neighbor.

Four to Six weeks later the widow of Jonathan received a small postcard sized check for twenty dollars from Staples.

AND SCENE!

Well, I better go now and mail in my rebate before I forget again.
I’ll keep you posted on when the movie will be out in theaters! It’s gonna be a good one!

August 16, 2006

The sun is setting over the promenade in Brooklyn and it looks so beautiful. The weather is perfect too- maybe 75 degrees with a little breeze blowing the collective good energy around for everyone to soak up and enjoy. It was hot today and now it’s the perfect temperature to kick off another night in Brook-town.

Wow, got a great group of people about to pass me. Maybe I should tell you where I am right now- I’m sitting outside at the Starbucks on Montague Street and there’s a nice, steady, eclectic stream of people walking past me. Anyway, where the hell is my camera! You have to see what’s walking this way!

Wow, what a great snippet of conversation I just had the pleasure of hearing. Two identical twin girls in their early teens wearing matching yellow dresses were walking on both sides of a five foot tall elderly man wearing a blue seersucker suit. He’s got to be in his late eighties. All I hear is the man saying, “Cat’s are really clean and the younger the better. Mine are young and they keep themselves awfully clean”. And at the exact same time the girls said in perfect identical twin harmony, “Yes, yes that’s so true!” And then they both laughed the exact same laugh. Then the elderly man looks at them, right before they were out of my earshot, and says, “It’s all in their tongue and saliva.” And once again the girls laughed in unison REALLY loudly. Holy cow! That was so perfect!

It would be great to follow them and see where they were going. Probably a rich great grandfather taking his identical great grand-daughters for an ice cream cone and some good cat catch up time. There was something about the girls laugh though that sounded too much like a money laugh. The kind of laugh that get’s them a brand new yellow dress from Paw-Paw. I’m sure they were egging the poor rich fella to buy them some other identical objects.

I always wanted to have an identical twin brother. I think if I had an identical twin for a day the first thing I’d do would be to stand behind my brother and brush his beautiful red hair. Then I would pick at any zits or blackheads on his back and shoulders. Then after that I would- WAIT, let me… oh I don’t know, NAME MY BROTHER before I continue with this scenario!? My identical brother for a day goes by the name Joel Franklin Gradle Tisdale.

Now, back to the fantasy… So then after I clean Joel’s back and brush his hair really well, I would inspect his feet for imperfections, and if there were any, (which there should be if he’s my identical twin), I would run some hot water and soak his feet and clean them up real good, like between the toes and everything! Come on, he’s my BROTHER.

After all of this hygiene and stuff, I’d probably only have half a day left to hit the town. First thing I’d do is GO SHOPPING, GIRL!!!! I would let Joel take us to wherever he wanted- his choice! Remember, this is his day just as much as mine. Mainly I would want to know if he liked the same shopping stores as I do.

My first guess would be that he would go straight to Bed Bath and Beyond and look at cheese and vegetable zest graters. I would LOVE to see what shoes Joel would be into. (Oh, when I get my twin for the day he comes naked and I have to turn him loose and make him shop for himself. A great way NOT to manipulate my fashion sense on him. He starts off with only an American Flag towel draped around himself.)

My guess is he’d march his bad ass right up to the JC Penny shoe department and demand to try on a pair of Doctor Martin’s medicated loafers. I don’t know that for sure but it wouldn’t surprise me.

I would yell at Joel and remind him that we were running out of “day” and that he needed to wrap it up and hit the brotherhood finale.

“Hey, Joel?! JOEL!?”

He wouldn’t hear me because he might have A.D.D like me, so he would be in his own little world.

“JOEL-FRANKLIN-GRADLE-TISDALE! March your identical ass over here RIGHT NOW! We only have two hours left!”

Then Joel and I would take a drive up the west side highway and go on board the USS Intrepid to watch the sunset together. But before the sunset, I would ask him to take my digital camera and point and click at some cool things throughout the innards of the battle ship and report to me fifteen minutes before the fantasy ended. Then, with the time ticking away, we would look at all of the fantastic pictures and laugh and giggle until he disappeared.

So that’s what I’d do if I had an identical twin for a day- for now at least. I might have a different opinion the minute I look at the zits on my twin’s back. Could end up being my “twin for an hour”.

August 7, 2006

I’m sitting in a coffee shop in Brooklyn called Naidre’s and it’s a bit of a gold mine with the wireless and all the great food and beverages a few feet away from me. Those few feet might as well be a mile now that I am recovering from a smashed ankle. Last Tuesday night I jumped into my buddy’s creek in Woodstock and I smashed the living crap out of both of my heels on a flat rock about four feet under the surface. It hurt immediately and I knew it was bad because I pooted really loudly underwater right when I jumped in and I didn’t laugh at my bubbling flatulence one bit due to the excruciating pain. And I ALWAYS laugh at farts! It was that bad.

At first I thought I broke it and then I kind of went into panic mode because I was completely naked. Oh, guess I should’ve added that the group I was with- we were skinny dipping under the summer night stars that evening. I was afraid that I might have to have someone get out and call the ambulance for my broken foot, which is one of my biggest fears of all time: to be taken away on a stretcher completely naked. I just knew that it would go from an exciting night of wine and nakedness to a serious group of naked people thinking about who was going to climb out of the water first to call for help and then who was going to help my naked body out of the cold mountain creek- which by the way had already taken it’s toll on my wiener and friends, and- blah blah blah, you get the point. Anyway, I finally got out of the creek after everyone else and my GF quickly gave me a towel and a helping shoulder and I hobbled to a chair to examine the damage. We all agreed that I wouldn’t have to go to the hospital that night and it looked to just be a sprain. More like a SPRAIN IN THE ASS!!! It throbbed and throbbed all night long and the pain made it more clear that there was a retrograded Mercury out and about, screwing my life up for what seemed like a week of unluckinessness. ( I know that’s not a word!) Yeah, I haven’t even touched on all of the craziness that happened to me the few days before the ankle injury.

To make it short and sweet, two days before the sprain, Jenny (GF) and I went camping on Fire Island and we were attacked by swarm after swarm of mosquitoes… Wait, I wrote about it the day after our Fire Island adventure, let me find it and I’ll paste it below for ya!

Monday, August 1st 2006

I’m sitting in a place called Milk and Sugar in Babylon, Long Island. It’s 10am on a Monday and I have about eleven hours to kill before I pick up Jenny from the Long Island airport. She flew out early this morning from Long Island to go to funeral and since it would’ve taken a couple hours to drive her to the airport from Brooklyn we decided to camp at Watch Hill campground on Fire Island last night and make a little vacation out of it- an adventure of sorts.

Wow, was it an adventure! By the way, Fire Island is a barrier island that stretches thirty-two miles off the southern coast of Long Island. You have to take a thirty minute ferry out there and after that you’re pretty much on your own. No cars allowed! If you want to get around you have to either boat, walk or skip. Jenny and I sure did a lot of skipping!

Not a lot to do out there except go to the beach and hit up the small snack shop for two-dollar Bud Lights and burgers. It was really beautiful except for the frigging mosquitoes and horse flies. I’m telling you right now that that was the most bug infested place I’ve ever been to in my life. The welcome committee started with the horse flies, right when we first stepped on the beach they immediately ripped into us as if to say, “Welcome to Fire Island! And on our beloved island we want to make you feel at home so we will be biting and sucking your blood for the duration of your stay.”

Actually the mosquitoes became the biggest problem later that day at around sunset. They SWARMED us all night long and seriously put such a damper on the trip that I’ll probably never go to Fire Island again for a VERY long time. Unless they spray and kill all of those blood suckers I don’t think I could handle another trip out there. I hate mosquitoes more than ever now. (I guess there aren’t a lot of people that like them. Maybe a vampire, I take that back.) Even with about twenty applications of bug spray the mosquitoes and flies didn’t come close to slowing down from biting our asses. It was like they liked the taste of the bug spray- like it was a layer of tequila and it was only going to make them drunk and more determined. They were also biting us through our clothes too! Can you believe that?! They went right through the fabric of my cute jumper-top and poked their skinny, suckle snouts through Jenny’s camping gown without a problem. The mosquitoes even bit my ding-dong when I peed in the woods. Almost like a hundred little flying prostitutes giving me a free sample of their work. It was Awful!

The best part of the sleepless night was the fact that we left a six inch gap in the zipper and when the sun finally came up we had a good hundred or so mosquitoes flying around the top of the tent. It seemed like they were completely full and satisfied and wanted to get out of the tent and fly some of their bloody meals off. ASSHOLES!!! I counted over a hundred bites on Jenny and I had about the same. Kinda hard to get an accurate count on me because my freckles camouflage the bites. So what might look like a horse fly bite might actually be a small gathering of sunburnt freckles.

Glad to get off that island, that’s for sure. We did take a few good pictures of the deer though. Don’t get me started on the deer ticks either! Take a look how close we got to this wild deer!

deer

Back to Naidre’s coffee shop. So as you can see, I’ve had a pretty interesting battle with Mercury being in retrograde the last few days, but all in all I survived and have a few interesting stories to tell. Not to mention a couple great photos of deer that will go great with my deer photo collection! So I better go now and ice my ankle and check my horoscope to see when Mercury will be out of my hair for a while… Bye!