Some really fantastic sketches this week…and now here’s mine to muck it all up. I know very little about old time radio and absolutely nothing about the serials. So, I did something a bit different. One thought I had while writing this was, what might it look like if we were to transplant today’s pop culture into the 1940s…
Author: elraica
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‘Cause I’m the Taxman
Nothing like Bon Jovi, a mechanical bull, and molotov cocktails to liven up a party…
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INT. WASHINGTON D.C. BAR – EVENINGBon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive” blares over the jukebox as dozens of inebriated POLITICIANS, CONGRESSIONAL LACKEYS, IRS AGENTS, and LAWYERS mob the bar. Some stand, some sit at tables, and some play darts. Now and then, several individuals pump their fists and shout the lyrics to the song.
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Ire with a Muffin
A few days ago, unsatisfied with sketch #1 (Girth), I wrote sketch #2 (Muffin). I liked sketch #2. However, in a whirlwind of insecurity, I decided to post the first sketch thinking that the first idea is always better. But then I reread the first sketch after I posted it and thought “what the hell is this crap?” Quickly, a whirlwind of insecurity set in about sketch #1. So, I decided to cancel out the insecurities and just put the second one up too. Yes, a friggin lunatic am I.
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INT. LOCAL CAFE – DAY
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Girth of a Nation of Dozens
Okay, so I thought I’d post earlier than usual to avoid the end of the week pile up. Anyway, yeah…blame this one on sleep deprivation. Mad Max meets, well, a freakshow, if you will. Don’t know if its funny, but its definitely strange. Come to think of it, was that really a stamp I licked the other day…
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EXT. OPEN FIELD – MIDWESTERN UNITED STATES – NIGHT
An ANGRY MOB of dirty and nearly emaciated men, wearing potato sacks, carrying farm implements, and brandishing torches, march up to an open field. As the group stops, COLIN, the leader of the mob, emerges carrying a pitchfork. He stands tall and looks at the hill in the distance.
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CSI: Supposably
It’s a linguistic nightmare… (and forgive me if I went a little overboard – being a huge CSI geek, I was like a kid in a candy store)
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INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE COLLEGE CLASSROOM – NIGHT
Flashlights light up the pitch-black hallway outside a college classroom. CSI HILARIO HECKERT, a middle-aged, stocky geek, and CSI HOLLY OAKS, a middle-aged cougar in stilettos, walk toward the classroom with their flashlights. CAPTAIN MIKE COPPER stands outside the barricaded classroom door.
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Basketball, Bullies and a Blue Freeze Pop
E.L. Raica comes to us this week with a tale of great athletes and the sacrifices they make. You’ve never seen young men leave it all on the court like this, I guarantee that.
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INT. GRADE SCHOOL GYMNASIUM – AFTERNOON
PLAYERS, PARENTS, COACHES, REFEREES, and CAMERA CREWS crowd together in a small, grade school gymnasium during a third grade basketball game. About a dozen third grade boys are milling around the gym floor waiting for play to commence. Announcers, BOB and JIM, sit at a table on the side calling the game.
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