To: American Spirit who wrote (175555 ) 8/29/2001 4:12:51 PM From: Don Pueblo Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 769667 Howard Stern is better than Rush Limbaugh? Wait, I gotta grab a pen and write that down so I don't forget. Wait a second here...you're using that writing style they call hyperball or whatever it is. You are! I get it! Preaching to the choir is boring! Go where people don't like you and see how insulting you can be to the opposition! No, that can't be right. I guess I am missing the "everyone competes to see how insulting they can be" part. Does that happen when somebody is preaching to the choir, or does it happen when you have liberals and conservatives not agreeing on anything? Wait, this is deeper than I thought. Dude, this is more of that Hollywood quality stuff of yours...I can feel it... OK, you got me. I did not see the irony. Irony and hyperball in the same paragraph. This is like deep, hombre. Fun is the key here. I see it. Fun is going where you are not welcome and causing trouble because where you are not welcome is people preaching to the choir and their opinion does not really matter and they are wrong about a lot of things, so don't be boring, go where you are not welcome and cause trouble and piss people off and have some fun. This is major league, sir. This is feature film stuff. This is the best hook I have seen this decade. Gotta have "death" or "blood" in the title. Gotta have a half naked babe. Blood Death Deathblood Something like that. The poster has the babe tied up. Yeah, tied up with chains. In the White House. I'm rolling here, shut up. Howard is President. Doing the Nasty with Our Heroine. Like a blonde Lara Croft. Right. But not Sigourney Weaver. Daryl Hanah. Perfect. Wait. Too old. Britney Spears or whatever her name is. Perfect. OK, here's the twist. First Contact with aliens. Hold on, hold on, I know all about 'Mars Attacks' and 'Independence Day'. Chill. OK, It's a choir. From outer space. Just got lost. No weapons, no major nasty technology, no problem. They crash, they got lost and ran out of some product that needs to sponsor a feature film. Right. See where I am headed here? OK, the choir is set up at that big military base outside Washington, whatever it's called. The big one. With the Secret Underground Command Post and Alien Decontamination Area. Britney tops off her Hootchie Koochie thing by breaking into the Secret Area. Kills everyone right in the middle of some alien choir practice. Kills everyone, all the aliens, all the earth people. And she gets killed too. Everybody gets killed, no survivors. Last guy to get killed is the cameraman, who crashes to the floor and the camera breaks. The End. Lunch at Spagos?