Saturday, March 22, 2003

Snow is melting. Ground is slushy mess.

I had a dream last night that my bank really wanted to hire me. I couldn't understand why.

I want to write a script for a creepy movie. I am trying to think of what gives me the creeps:

  • Birds, of course. That's been done.

  • Little kids with twisted grown-up minds: Children of the Corn.

  • I have it: Birds of the Corn. They recruit little kids to do their evil bidding indoors.

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