2014 Remake of the Virginian – screenplay by Bob Thielke!

A former colleague and friend wrote the screenplay to this remake of the Virginian: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2788332/

And you could buy it as of yesterday!  It’s on the shelves at Walmart or you can download it from Vudu, iTunes, or Amazon.  

Bob’s tenacity and success inspire me to keep writing.  You don’t have to see your dreams become reality when you are in your 20s…or 30s….or 40s….to see your dreams become reality. 

Congratulations to Bob!

What or who inspired you today?

Trick or Treat!

This morning, C got up early and asked “It night-time yet?  It trick-or-treat yet?”  I had a vision of trick-or-treating before 7 in the morning.  It wasn’t pretty.

Tonight, Mr. Coffee, Harry Potter, Thomas the Train, a frog, and I will go trick-or-treating with a friend who lives in a cul-de-sac a few blocks away.  After a few houses, the frog and I will hop home, hand out treats, and wait for Mr. Coffee to bring Thomas and Harry home.

After that, we usually call it a night, but tonight, if they’re not too cranky, I am going to take Thomas and Harry over to our minister’s house, because he is going to be dressed as DJ Lance.  And I really want to see that.  Plus, I think Thomas is love with his oldest daughter…and yes, she is a much older woman – third grade, I think.

What are you doing tonight?

Fabuspam 4.20.2010

Because I get my work email messages in text, rather than HTML, I get to read text that is created to fool the spam filter. Sometimes i get what I call FABUSPAM – text that is intriguing and/or amusing. Here is today’s fabuspam:

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Alls to open, a police detail broke in and shook me roughly. “The air ball,” I moaned, pretending to regain consciousness slowly. “It came in from the corridor. Look what it did to the guard. It must have grazed my head. Where is it?”

“Gone,” muttered the under-officer, looking fearfully around. “Yes, undoubtedly gone. These men have been dead some time. And this pistol. The ball got him before he had a chance to use it. See, it has beamed through the wall only here, where he dropped it. Who are you? You look like a tribesman. Oh, yes, you’re the Heaven-Born’s special prisoner. Maybe I ought to beam you right now. Good thing. Everyone would call it an accident. By the Grand Dragon, I will!”

While he was talking, I had staggered to the other side of the room, to draw his attention away from the couch where the ball was concealed. Now suddenly the pillows burst apart, and a blanket with which I had covered the thing streaked from the couch, hitting the man in the small of the back. I could hear his spine snap under the impact. Then it shot through the air toward the group of soldiers in the doorway, bowling them over and sending them shrieking right and left along the corridor.

Relentlessly and with amazing speed it launched itself at each in turn, until the corpses lay grotesquely strewn about, and not
one had escaped. It returned to me for all the world like an old-fashioned ghost, the blanket still draped over it (and not
interfering with its ultronic vision in the least) and “stood” before me. “The yellow devils were going to kill you, Tony,” I heard Wilma’s voice saying. “You’ve got to get out of there, Tony, before you are killed. Besides, we need you at the control boards, where you can make real use of your knowledge of the city. Have you your jumping belt, ultrophone and rocket gun?”

“No,” I replied, “they are all gone.” “It would be no good for you to try to make your way to one of the breaches in the wall, nor
to the roof,” she mused. “No, they are too well guard…..