The subject of Sundance came up in the store today, that's all, and Jess with the neck tattoos called me an idiot. She also stood too close again and breathed right into my mouth.
This doesn't change anything, no sir. The plan is still sound.
3.03.2012
SCREAM HARVESTERS FROM TAU BOÖTIS
I have adopted an alias (Jared Mesquite, a name you may remember from my SPACE PENETRATORS ebook) and taken work in an "Exotic" store called Squeaky in Rapid City. They were looking for people with experience with PVC and my years of work in the polymer industry allowed me to talk my way into the job. I work for a man called Long Dan Morgan and his wife Jess. Mostly it involves sales of devices and wrestling costumes to perverts. I seem to be at the heart of a swirling karmic nexus of perverts so it occurred to me that it might be turned into a job. Daily takings have risen by 25% but it is probably too early to call it a trend. Long Dan seems happy. I don't like to be alone with Jess (stands too close and has offensive neck tattoos). I am paid straight out of the register and I have taken a room above the thrift store next door. I like the air here (apart from inside the store which smells like warm condoms). The elevation is good for my nerves--it is no small bonus that authorities here do not want Jared Mesquite for questioning.
I am polishing up my screenplay SCREAM HARVESTERS FROM TAU BOÖTIS. It is taking longer than expected because the dots over the second O in BOÖTIS are hard to make happen on this laptop (laptop was originally my L.A. neighbour Benny-K's and he broke the CTRL buttons as he was 'against control of all kinds'). I was thinking of having the Scream Harvesters originate from a hell-planet orbiting another star but I feel locked into this thing now (also a plot point depends on a pun based on BOÖTIS).
The town of Sundance Wyoming is an hour west along the I-90. I plan to sell SCREAM HARVESTERS FROM TAU BOÖTIS there when the film festival comes around next year. That should give me some 'Indy Cred' and keep me going until I get back to L.A. (need: new car, new suit, new suitcase, haircut, new laptop, new alias and papers). I took a drive up there to scout the area. The town is pretty small and does not have a cinema (I guess the festival people bring screens?) I was too afraid to ask around due to recent high profile difficulties with the SafeBus etc.
This is an excerpt from SCREAM HARVESTERS FROM TAU BOÖTIS. In this early scene we meet MATILDA HUNT who is in charge of EROTIZONE STATION in orbit of SATURN.
I'm sure you will agree this is some of my best work in the sci-fi milieu. It almost feels wrong to have to sell it at Sundance.
I am polishing up my screenplay SCREAM HARVESTERS FROM TAU BOÖTIS. It is taking longer than expected because the dots over the second O in BOÖTIS are hard to make happen on this laptop (laptop was originally my L.A. neighbour Benny-K's and he broke the CTRL buttons as he was 'against control of all kinds'). I was thinking of having the Scream Harvesters originate from a hell-planet orbiting another star but I feel locked into this thing now (also a plot point depends on a pun based on BOÖTIS).
The town of Sundance Wyoming is an hour west along the I-90. I plan to sell SCREAM HARVESTERS FROM TAU BOÖTIS there when the film festival comes around next year. That should give me some 'Indy Cred' and keep me going until I get back to L.A. (need: new car, new suit, new suitcase, haircut, new laptop, new alias and papers). I took a drive up there to scout the area. The town is pretty small and does not have a cinema (I guess the festival people bring screens?) I was too afraid to ask around due to recent high profile difficulties with the SafeBus etc.
This is an excerpt from SCREAM HARVESTERS FROM TAU BOÖTIS. In this early scene we meet MATILDA HUNT who is in charge of EROTIZONE STATION in orbit of SATURN.
23.
INT. EROTIZONE STATION BRIDGE, SATURNIAN NIGHT
Slim but busty station commander MATILDA HUNT paces the glittering polycrystal
bridge level of EROTIZONE STATION, looking out over hundreds of bulbous EROTIC ZONES
connected in a vast polycrystal RING criss-crossed by FLOWING POWER TUBULES. Beyond
the ring is the BRIGHT YELLOW CRESCENT SATURN, the swirling night-side lit by
back-scatter from the SATURNIAN RINGS. Along with MATILDA are two EROTIZONE
OFFICERS. All are dressed the banded 'hyperskin' uniform discussed earlier, MATILDA
wears a DATA CROWN. One EROTIZONE OFFICER is FAT, PART-ROBOT and supported by GRAV
BELTS, the other is THIN. They busy themselves at GLOWING CONSOLES.
MATILDA HUNT
It's quiet.
EROTIZONE OFFICER - THIN
Too quiet, ma'am?
MATILDA HUNT
(to herself, listlessly)
It's been too quiet since the Trinary War...
...A sleeping giant waits for the other shoe to drop...
...While the mice play in a shadow...
...To them, it looks like 'peace'...
...To me, a tumbling shoe...
EROTIZONE OFFICER - THIN
What was that ma'am?
EROTIZONE OFFICER - FAT
Beep-boop. Disturbance in the Lizard Zone.
Multiple panic tags activated.
MATILDA HUNT
Really? Show me.
MATILDA closes her eyes and enters DATA TRANCE where we see flashes of steamy jungle
and a pair of MATING STEGOSAURS in WILD COITUS. Close on the Stegosaur's WILD EYES.
They make inhuman sounds and smash at the ground with their WILD SPIKED TAILS. Now
we see a flash of two LOVERS groaning and writhing in separate EROTIZONE BOOTHS,
strapped into hi-tec DATA CAPS. Perhaps STEGOSAUR IMAGES flash on the glass of their
booths.
MATILDA HUNT
More.
SWEEP CUT to VELOCIRAPTORS tongue-kissing in a MEADOW below the polycrystal sky and
vast tumbling powder-white RHEA.
MATILDA HUNT
More.
SWEEP CUT to TYRANNOSAUR making love to a DIPLODOCUS (missionary).
MATILDA HUNT
There!
24.
Flashes of color as a flock of feathered LIZARD BIRDS swarm over a PART-NUDE WOMAN
in a tattered civilian hyperskin (see sketches on reverse). She scrambles up a small
grassy hill, terrified. A circular patch of her hyperskin flashes red. We see the
shadow of an EROTODACTYL, which swoops down and scatters the lizard birds. The woman
FALLS USELESSLY to the ground, and we ZOOM in to her screaming mouth before--
CUT TO the bridge. MATILDA shakes her head grimly.
MATILDA HUNT
Humans in the Erotizones.
How? They're separated by eight feet of polycrystal!
EROTIZONE OFFICER - FAT
Beep-boop. I'm picking up teleport signatures all
over the station...
between the control booths and the Erotizones!
MATILDA HUNT
Are you detecting fear tachyons?
EROTIZONE OFFICER - FAT
Yes! How did you know?
MATILDA HUNT
Show me the source!
EROTIZONE OFFICER - THIN
Closing in...behind the tentacle zone...
it's some kind of ship!
MATILDA spins around and peers towards the TENTACLE ZONE on the far side of the
station. ZOOM HARD on sunlight glinting off the VAST FLIGHT-BARBS of a SCREAM
HARVESTER ship. It has penetrated the tentacle zone and seems to be DRAWING ENERGY
from it.
MATILDA HUNT
It can't be!
EROTIZONE OFFICER - FAT
Beep-boop...ma'am?
25.
FLASHBACK TO space, near Tau Boötis, decades before. A STEALTHED HUMAN SHIP follows
a small TRIANGULAR CRAFT. A blue gas giant planet looms in the background.
The triangular craft UNFOLDS and fires hundreds of tiny PROBES at a steamy JUNGLE
MOON while grim-faced human officers in full-body black hyperskins exchange looks
across control panels.
MATILDA HUNT (v.o.)
In the first year of the Trinary war,
Local Arm Defense Ops received a report
from a Comet-class stalker stalking a Trinar recruitment unit
in the Tau Boötis system...
PROBES plunge into the jungle. We see a spindly ARACHNID CREATURE torturing a
four-eyed MONKEY CREATURE by cracking each of its bones in turn. With each wail,
globules along the carapace of the arachnid creature GLOW BRIGHTER. The arachnid
stops to watch the incoming probes.
MATILDA HUNT (v.o.)
The largest moon of Tau Boötis IV was a
metal-rich sauna world supporting a
Charlie-class biosphere. Mostly uncharted.
The dominant species there was a semi-sentient psychevore.
We guessed that the recruitment unit were
after their unique ability...
Command gave the order to take out the recruitment
unit and resurface the moon with a kinetic strike.
26.
A PROBE lands at the arachnid's feet. It sprouts legs and crawls over the monkey,
SCANNING it with a narrow beam. Then it scans the arachnid creature. It leaps at the
arachnid with INJECTORS armed.
CUT TO: SPACE, where the human ship effortlessly destroys the Trinar craft with an
arc of machine-gun fire. It explodes. A chunk of DEBRIS spins towards the human
ship...they dodge, but not fast enough. With a torn hull they drift towards the
JUNGLE MOON, gouting SPACE SMOKE, occasionally FIRING BOOSTERS.
MATILDA HUNT (v.o.)
The last communication from the cruiser
was that they had been forced to make
an emergency landing.
Back in the JUNGLE, the arachnid creature has grown larger, bubbling and
transforming. The head has expanded to twice its original size. The human ship lands
like the burning morning-turd of God in the distant background, throwing up tons of
MUD and BURNING DEBRIS.
CUT TO: A heavily-armed and battle-pitted human BATTLEBARGE in orbit of the JUNGLE
MOON. Markings identify it as the RED GLARE. The moon below the clouds has changed,
vast swathes of jungle stripped and crossed with the angular black scars of alien
industry.
MATILDA HUNT (v.o)
The Red Glare was sent to investigate.
In just a few weeks the moon had
changed beyond recognition. It looked like
the advanced stages of a Trinar recruitment...
but without a Trinar Supervisor to direct the
transformation.
This was something new.
CUT TO: Grey-haired FEMALE COMMANDER on the bridge of the RED GLARE, receiving an
order she finds difficult to stomach from a holographic MAN IN SUIT.
MATILDA HUNT (v.o)
The Commander wanted to bombard
the moon. End things then and there.
Command had other ideas.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity
to study the Trinar recruitment system...
maybe they thought we could recruit a
species of our own.
27.
EROTIZONE OFFICER - THIN (v.o.)
Ma'am. We really need to--
MATILDA HUNT (v.o.)
Typical Command interference.
Under the guise of a rescue mission,
the Red Glare sent down its lander to
the last known position of the lost cruiser.
We see a boxy, many-limbed LANDING CRAFT setting down in an area of scorched jungle
and blackened earth. There is a great deal of DEBRIS but also evidence of inflatable
EMERGENCY SHELTERS that have been torn to shreds. An armed RESCUE TEAM disembark.
EROTIZONE OFFICER - THIN (v.o.)
They're all over the Group Fun Zone now.
MATILDA HUNT (v.o.)
The team encountered the creatures.
They had no hope.
Bursts of GUNFIRE in the dark. HUGE SHAPES move deftly in the shadows. One soldier
is taken by a clawed arm and screams in agony. Bioluminescent nodes light up along
the outlines of the HUGE SHAPES, revealing barbed arachnid creatures with huge heads
and bodies that narrow to multiple leg clusters. As the screams grow louder, so do
the SCREAM HARVESTERS grow larger and stronger, sprouting new appendages, wings,
biorocket pods, spacetime manipulators, etc.
MATILDA HUNT (v.o.)
They were harvested...milked for their agony.
Fuel for those things. Before dawn, the men
and women of the rescue team were mindless
scraps of screaming flesh, and the Harvesters
had developed spaceflight.
EROTIZONE OFFICER - FAT (v.o.)
Beep-boop, seriously now, Commander,
they're in the Spankenhouse.
It's just screaming on all channels.
28.
CUT TO: SPACE, where the vast SCREAM HARVESTER bio-ship rises from a cloud system
behind the RED GLARE. The SCREAM HARVESTERS fire TERROR BARBS.
The FEMALE COMMANDER and her crew rock back and forth as computer consoles EXPLODE
in showers of sparks. Perhaps a TWISTED POLYSTEEL I-BEAM falls on a HAPLESS BLACK
ENSIGN. The hologram of the MAN IN SUIT flickers out. The FEMALE COMMANDER's hair
gets all mussed up and she angrily THUMPS BUTTONS on her chair.
A barrage of ROCKETS thud into the huge spiked carapace, but do no damage. The
SCREAM HARVESTER SHIP begins to surround and absorb the RED GLARE.
On the bridge, we see the FEMALE COMMANDER heave the body of a dead COMMS OFFICER
away from his station, to send a desperate warning to Command.
The FEMALE COMMANDER walks to her chair and lifts a panel. ROLLING FIRE and nimble
ARACHNID SHADOWS flood into the bridge behind her. She presses her palm against a
READER which flashes red.
MATILDA HUNT (v.o.)
The Red Glare reported massive surges
of fear tachyons in the surrounding
psychefield just before it was...
The Red Glare EXPLODES, scattering debris and shards of SCREAM HARVESTER.
CROSS FADE to MATILDA HUNT on the bridge, poised and resolute.
MATILDA HUNT
...destroyed.
EROTIZONE OFFICER - THIN
That explains it! We're under attack by a
race that feeds on fear and pain!
MATILDA HUNT
Open all the airlocks. Open them now!
EROTIZONE OFFICER - FAT
But that will--
29.
MATILDA HUNT
Yes, that will let all the Space in.
But in Space...
EROTIZONE OFFICERS
(simultaneously)
...nobody will remain alive to scream,
or hear the screams of others!
MATILDA HUNT
Vent the Erotizones!
I'm sure you will agree this is some of my best work in the sci-fi milieu. It almost feels wrong to have to sell it at Sundance.
2.29.2012
Money-Making Ideas
Still no reply from the Kickstarter people re: Safebus but I have other ideas that I can get off the ground while 'on the road'. Currently working my way south using well-honed chemical/argicultural/survival skills. Using wi-fi where I can to check the latest developments in the D.C.K case (cellar family etc.)...you think you know some people but all along they are using you to get funding to help sick deviants break restraining orders (turns out that it doesn't matter if they can't be seen or heard, simply being ON school premises is breaking the law). I don't want to say more in case google leads back to me.
New money-making ideas:
New money-making ideas:
- Sell script: Little Red Drops (horror), Space Babylon (sci-fi), maybe Estrohaze 2020 (population crisis->global menses synchronisaton->crazed bears)
- Make an internet website???? (Social network)
- Twitter 'automatic tweeter' program to send ads to people, perhaps 10/20 ads a day at $2 each (need programmer or at least programming book), optional charge to turn off ads
- Back to chemical industry full time
- TV work: polish script for Chinese family sit-com 'Chow Mainly' (need suitable lead attached) or reality-drama Blasian Wheels (looking for black/asian mixed race trucking company, motorcycle shop, mechanics etc.)
2.28.2012
Problem
I've just had word that Devon Charles King was arrested today and the Safebus was impounded. The charges are not clear but I'm watching the news right now and they are saying all kinds of things without a single word about the good work that D.C.K and Safebus do.
We are now requesting $300,500 (an extra $50,500) to cover bail for D.C.K and retrieve the Safebus and Safebus equipment from police custody.
Hold on, someone at the door.
We are now requesting $300,500 (an extra $50,500) to cover bail for D.C.K and retrieve the Safebus and Safebus equipment from police custody.
Hold on, someone at the door.
The Safebus Foundation And Kickstarter Campaign
As I'm sure you parents out there know, roving predatory deviants are a problem for over 75% of schools today. It's time to stop ignoring the signs and open your eyes to the truth. They are out there. Statistically, your kid's school has at least one deviant pedophile (man OR woman!) parked in its car park or nearby dropoff area RIGHT NOW. If you think your school doesn't have one, and you are parked outside taking pictures of other people's kids then STOP and THINK: are YOU an 'expression of a grim statistical certainty'?
(That last line is from my friend Devon Charles King's new book, 'The Fiddler On The Bus'. Devon Charles King is an electrically and religiously-cured pedophile deviant turned pedo-catcher and author. You will find out more about Devon Charles King and the Safebus Foundation and Kickstarter campaign in this post.)
It's time to find out more about Devon Charles King and the Safebus Foundation and Kickstarter campaign.
I first met D.C.K in March 2009 during a short stay at the Shallow River correctional facility in Manitoba, Canada (not my fault). Manitoba claims to be 'glorious and free' but my experience there as a freelance screenwriter/lithium miner was non-glorious and freedom was not a dominant characteristic. D.C.K was the only other non-Manitoban of the sixteen incarcerated there and so we became fast friends due to the language barrier. He was mistakenly sentenced to four years in Shallow River for trying to help a fourteen year old woman start a new life in North Dakota. Now, he knows that sounds bad when you don't know the whole story (and who am I to judge after what the studio did with Irish Eyes Through Wheat And Barley Running...that story started out ok too) but he has always insisted that she was '14-going-on-40' and he was only interested in her soon to be 40-year-old mind. He was taking her via the scenic route south to the promise of a stable job in a club that he part owned when the mounted police stopped their van and his friend changed her mind on the spot. Four years just like that!
We were released on the same day in January 2010. We shook hands and went our separate ways; he returned south to tend to his business in Bismarck while I pressed north to seek my fortune once more as a roving screenwriter.
He contacted me out of the blue last week. For the last two years, D.C.K has employed his expertise as an ex-deviant pedophile to stop dangerous active pedophiles in towns throughout the border states. He'll stake out a school day and night for a week to get his man. You may already have read his book or seen his hit Youtube series, Seek & Destroy: There Are Predators Literally Everywhere. In time he grew frustrated. He was just one man after all. He couldn't monitor every school in one county, never mind the rest of the state, or the country!
D.C.K told me about his bold new dream. He had a plan to ensure the safety of children everywhere--but he was in desperate need of a 'front man' to help make use of his financial know-how and cut through the suffocating mass of red tape and restraining orders that an ex-con often faces.
That dream is this: no child should live under the constant threat of unwanted attention. In their homes, in their places of education, they should know where all the pedophiles are, and the pedophiles should be gathered in ONE KNOWN LOCATION that shy children can choose to avoid. For this reason he has patented the Safebus program (patents cover Safebus logo, soundproofed one-way-mirror design, safety tag system, and boarding/disembarking privacy cloaks).
Safebus is a simple concept. A Safebus begins its life as a standard ex-service School Bus. We convert the bus by replacing all the glass with soundproofed one-way mirrors and replacing the seats with benches and privacy curtains. That's it!
Pedophiles in full-length privacy cloaks (in one of four colors) are collected from their homes or places of work, taken in large, carefully controlled groups around venues that they would OTHERWISE STALK UNCHECKED! D.C.K or a carefully-vetted Safebus driver will drive the bus and collect payment. Safebus employees will be trained in pedospotting by D.C.K himself, and will be licensed to confront deviants not yet taking advantage of the service with the choice of immediate legal unpleasantness or purchasing a season ticket for the bus.
Here's the kicker: a full half of the payment received by the Safebus company will be donated to Safebus-protected venues to improve play areas and fund awareness programs!
To begin realise the dream of safely-contained and monitored pedophiles in every county, we need seed capital to buy a second bus, pay for conversion, and advertise the Safebus program in local television and newspaper spots. D.C.K is also seeking funding to take on his first full-time employee. For this reason we have turned to Kickstarter to raise $250,000.
Kickstarter details:
(I'll put up the link as soon as the application is approved--the Kickstarter guys were available for contact today.)
Contributers of $10 or more will receive a Safebus branded badge.
Contributers of $100 or more will receive a first edition copy of Devon Charles King's semi-autobiographical novel 'The Fiddler on the Bus'.
Contributers of $10000 or more can choose a personal visit and Q&A session with Devon Charles King and myself, or a one time V.I.P. pass to D.C.K's club in Bismarck (Club Cheeky Time Bismarck).
(That last line is from my friend Devon Charles King's new book, 'The Fiddler On The Bus'. Devon Charles King is an electrically and religiously-cured pedophile deviant turned pedo-catcher and author. You will find out more about Devon Charles King and the Safebus Foundation and Kickstarter campaign in this post.)
It's time to find out more about Devon Charles King and the Safebus Foundation and Kickstarter campaign.
I first met D.C.K in March 2009 during a short stay at the Shallow River correctional facility in Manitoba, Canada (not my fault). Manitoba claims to be 'glorious and free' but my experience there as a freelance screenwriter/lithium miner was non-glorious and freedom was not a dominant characteristic. D.C.K was the only other non-Manitoban of the sixteen incarcerated there and so we became fast friends due to the language barrier. He was mistakenly sentenced to four years in Shallow River for trying to help a fourteen year old woman start a new life in North Dakota. Now, he knows that sounds bad when you don't know the whole story (and who am I to judge after what the studio did with Irish Eyes Through Wheat And Barley Running...that story started out ok too) but he has always insisted that she was '14-going-on-40' and he was only interested in her soon to be 40-year-old mind. He was taking her via the scenic route south to the promise of a stable job in a club that he part owned when the mounted police stopped their van and his friend changed her mind on the spot. Four years just like that!
We were released on the same day in January 2010. We shook hands and went our separate ways; he returned south to tend to his business in Bismarck while I pressed north to seek my fortune once more as a roving screenwriter.
He contacted me out of the blue last week. For the last two years, D.C.K has employed his expertise as an ex-deviant pedophile to stop dangerous active pedophiles in towns throughout the border states. He'll stake out a school day and night for a week to get his man. You may already have read his book or seen his hit Youtube series, Seek & Destroy: There Are Predators Literally Everywhere. In time he grew frustrated. He was just one man after all. He couldn't monitor every school in one county, never mind the rest of the state, or the country!
D.C.K told me about his bold new dream. He had a plan to ensure the safety of children everywhere--but he was in desperate need of a 'front man' to help make use of his financial know-how and cut through the suffocating mass of red tape and restraining orders that an ex-con often faces.
That dream is this: no child should live under the constant threat of unwanted attention. In their homes, in their places of education, they should know where all the pedophiles are, and the pedophiles should be gathered in ONE KNOWN LOCATION that shy children can choose to avoid. For this reason he has patented the Safebus program (patents cover Safebus logo, soundproofed one-way-mirror design, safety tag system, and boarding/disembarking privacy cloaks).
Safebus is a simple concept. A Safebus begins its life as a standard ex-service School Bus. We convert the bus by replacing all the glass with soundproofed one-way mirrors and replacing the seats with benches and privacy curtains. That's it!
Pedophiles in full-length privacy cloaks (in one of four colors) are collected from their homes or places of work, taken in large, carefully controlled groups around venues that they would OTHERWISE STALK UNCHECKED! D.C.K or a carefully-vetted Safebus driver will drive the bus and collect payment. Safebus employees will be trained in pedospotting by D.C.K himself, and will be licensed to confront deviants not yet taking advantage of the service with the choice of immediate legal unpleasantness or purchasing a season ticket for the bus.
Here's the kicker: a full half of the payment received by the Safebus company will be donated to Safebus-protected venues to improve play areas and fund awareness programs!
To begin realise the dream of safely-contained and monitored pedophiles in every county, we need seed capital to buy a second bus, pay for conversion, and advertise the Safebus program in local television and newspaper spots. D.C.K is also seeking funding to take on his first full-time employee. For this reason we have turned to Kickstarter to raise $250,000.
Kickstarter details:
(I'll put up the link as soon as the application is approved--the Kickstarter guys were available for contact today.)
Contributers of $10 or more will receive a Safebus branded badge.
Contributers of $100 or more will receive a first edition copy of Devon Charles King's semi-autobiographical novel 'The Fiddler on the Bus'.
Contributers of $10000 or more can choose a personal visit and Q&A session with Devon Charles King and myself, or a one time V.I.P. pass to D.C.K's club in Bismarck (Club Cheeky Time Bismarck).
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