I probably should stick this in a personal journal such as a diary, but what decent man would admit to owning such a thing, so I'm writing it here as well. Please excuse the strangness of it in advance.

Last night lying in bed, something strange and powerful occured to me (yes, I know I'm leaving myself vulnerable here).

Around 9pm Friday night, somewhere inside the United States: We were set to check out a new swanky club that a friend was promoting situated at a far away beachtown. To give you an idea of the distance, it typically takes about a good 45' to get there flying at 85+ mph. Well, It only took a few minutes on the freeway or shall I say parking lot, for us to realize that we had set plan b into motion. Since I've been going out every night this week (not typical for me), I suggested something mellow like a nice meal and play it by ear afterwards.

I had one eatery in mind for this not-too-familiar territory I haven't trekked around in about a year. Located it, and rediscovered that the food and drink there are incredibly pleasing to every palete; satiating to the extreme to both physical and psychological food cravings (comfort food, but non-sweet!). This restaurant's dishes are currently rated equally with the top 3 meal I would choose if it were my last, but I'm digressing here with the quickness (ode to bad brains).

Also arranged to met a girlfriend (a friend who is a girl, not SO) of mine who happened to be in the vacinity with her girlfriends at this small club practically right across the street from the restaurant. How convenient. We all danced, talked, drank, danced, then danced some more. Results, got some exercise, met some new people, got digits, ya know how we do. sorry about that, we were in ghetto territory and I'm having bad flashbacks of the local patios.

OK, finally get home and fiddle with the internet, then crash out like a sac of potatoes. I'm not sure if this is relevent, but the last thougtht that ran through my mind was thoughts of shame and disgust over Bush's antics at the world's biggest AIDS conference in BKK yesterday.

Various news clippings 16/7/04

****{The world's biggest AIDS conference opened in Bangkok today, with bitter allegations about the influence of religious fundamentalism on the Bush administration's disease prevention policies.

Abstaining from sex is the cornerstone of domestic US Government AIDS policy, and it's now being exported to the world under President Bush.

Opponents say: In an age where 5 million people are newly infected each year and women and girls too often do not have the choice to abstain, an abstinence-until-marriage program is not only irresponsible, it's really inhumane.}***

so sad...

Continuing on, here's where the 'something strange and powerful' part comes in. I had one of the most intense dreams or shall I say nightmare in my entire life (woke up clinging to my stuffed teddy bear and everything). I was watching a DVD with others and the bleak tragic imagery of the scenes were so powerful. The story was put together in quentin tarantino-esque way, but with way more depth and power. So moving, I woke up within hours and started writing the screenplay for it including the ideal cast (Alan Thicke as the father, and Kim Basinger as the mother, Haley Joel Osmentas the son, and ??? as the daughter), cues for music, even the music itself. Without giving out too many details, here's the gist of it.

An interplay of sad and tragic scenes about the life of a seemingly ideal and perfect looking family, that falls apart in front of our eyes. Each scene starts out cheery and resolves into something tragic which intensifies with each individual episode of each family members More specifically, it is a film about the sad reality of darkside of many typical lower-middle class American families today that experience various levels of mental and physical abuse, and the covering up to appear 'normal' to the neighborhood comminity. It's the capturing of the moments of realization from particular family member's point of view that make this film deeply moving and powerful, and will be very controversial if released. A strange brew of american beauty, natural born killers, pulp fiction (not to be confused with pulp friction. who said that? damn it slurms), and an evil film that I can't recall at the moment. Anyways, there is a crazy twist at the end that will bring your previous expectations to a screeching halt, yet upon reflection, all the clues were there, just crafty camera ordering of scenes and a little misdirection.

Never have I entertained the idea of writing a screenplay, yet........

When it goes into distribution in Thailand, I'll throw an exclusive screening party for the TF community. Milk and cookies will be provided.

P.S. in case you were wondering, I ate peruvian last night, and yes, I'm referring to the food. Let's momentarily get our minds outta the gutter folks.

hmmmm....could be.