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Post by Rocky on Sept 25, 2008 20:37:29 GMT -5
Hey Don, Zach Renner from our hometown blocked a punt for you guys on Saturday
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Post by cjmjones008 on Sept 25, 2008 20:37:35 GMT -5
I only have 1 more exam this week.
Thank God
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Post by Rocky on Sept 25, 2008 20:37:44 GMT -5
When does NBC.com put up shows? Right after it ends?
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Post by Rocky on Sept 25, 2008 20:37:55 GMT -5
I only have 1 more exam this week. Thank God fu
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Post by Rocky on Sept 25, 2008 20:39:24 GMT -5
It takes a long time to post 279 times, how the hell did Andrew do that before I posted once
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Post by Rocky on Sept 25, 2008 20:39:34 GMT -5
Don!
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Post by Jay on Sept 25, 2008 20:39:50 GMT -5
I'm typing this from the toilet.
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Post by donatello2424 on Sept 25, 2008 20:40:53 GMT -5
Hey Don, Zach Renner from our hometown blocked a punt for you guys on Saturday Nice.
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Post by donatello2424 on Sept 25, 2008 20:41:55 GMT -5
It takes a long time to post 279 times, how the hell did Andrew do that before I posted once Determination
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Post by aar on Sept 25, 2008 20:42:16 GMT -5
"8MM", by Andrew Kevin Walker
eight millimeter
written by Andrew Kevin Walker
5/06/97 first
INT. MIAMI AIRPORT, TERMINAL -- DAY
Amongst the weary tourist families and solitary businessmen sits TOM WELLES, middle-aged, hair neat, suit crisp and gray. He's eating crackers from a cellophane package, sipping soda from a paper cup, watching an ARRIVAL GATE.
AT THE GATE
PASSENGERS arrive: the paunchy, graying men of First Class leading the pack, except for a handsome YOUNG REPUBLICAN poster boy hurrying along.
ACROSS THE TERMINAL
Welles gets up and FOLLOWS...
EXT. MIAMI AIRPORT, CURBSIDE -- DAY
Welles comes outside, squinting in the sun, moving down the sidewalk, looking back over his shoulder...
The Young Republican is lead to a waiting LIMO by a DRIVER.
Welles moves to the nearby TAXI STAND...
INT. TAXI -- DAY
Welles gets in, turning in his seat to watch behind.
CAB DRIVER Where to?
Welles keeps watching, sees the limo pull away and pass.
WELLES Follow that limousine. Don't get too close, don't let it get too far away. Just keep with it.
CAB DRIVER You kidding?
WELLES Nope.
The cab set in motion. Welles takes out cigarettes, lighting one, takes out a small NOTEPAD and makes notations.
CAB DRIVER Uh, listen... you're not supposed to be smoking in here. I'm sorry, that's company policy...
WELLES How about this... every cigarette I smoke, I give you five dollars?
CAB DRIVER Okay... okay, yeah, that'd be good...
EXT. MIAMI BEACH, "GOLD COAST" -- DAY
In front of an Art Deco hotel, the driver opens the limousine door and the Young Republican steps out.
ACROSS THE STREET
Welles watches from inside the double-parked taxicab.
EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY
Not exactly four-star. "AD LT MOVIES EVERY ROOM."
INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY
Welles is asleep on the bed, full dressed, hands folded across his stomach, snoring lightly, sweaty.
INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE, RESTAURANT -- DAY
Welles sits alone at the bar, eating a sandwich, bored. He watches some fuzzy ESPN on the t.v., looks at his watch.
EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY
Welles walks across the parking lot, gets into his RENTAL CAR, starts it and drives away.
EXT. MIAMI BEACH DISCOTHEQUE -- NIGHT
Young Republican and a GAUDY WOMAN exit the disco, MUSIC THROBBING out from the doors behind them. They join hands, drunk, heading to the street, looking for their limo.
DOWN THE STREET
Welles is seated in his parked rental car, raises a CAMERA with TELEPHOTO LENS: whir, CLICK, whir, CLICK, whir, CLICK... Welles lowers the camera, letting out a yawn.
INT. AIRPLANE, COACH -- NIGHT
The familiar DRONE of flight. Welles is shoehorned into his aisle seat, using tiny utensils to eat his tiny meal.
An OLDER WOMAN arrives in the aisle. Welles picks up his tray, closes his tray table, unbuckling his seatbelt, struggling to get up... finally successful, balancing his tray, letting the woman in to the window seat.
OLDER WOMAN Thank you.
Welles nods, forcing a smile, sitting back down. He returns to toiling over his miniature supper.
EXT. HARRISBURG INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT -- NIGHT
Welles' AIRPLANE ROARS down with a SCREECH, landing lights gleaming. The airport is small, relatively isolated.
TITLE: Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
INT. HARRISBURG INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT -- NIGHT
Passengers arrive. Welles is with them, searching the few PEOPLE waiting in the terminal hallway. Welles smiles...
Welles' wife, AMY, smiles when she sees him. She's plain and pretty, holding one hand on a BABY STROLLER beside her. Welles comes to her, embracing her, appreciating her.
AMY Welcome home.
WELLES Do you know how much I missed you?
They kiss, but Amy pulls away, sniffs him.
AMY What's this... have you been smoking... ?
WELLES Smoking? I'm not smoking.
AMY Your clothing reeks of it.
WELLES You know, Amy, I've been sitting around in bars and everywhere following this guy... I mean, is this what I get first thing? Before you even "hello," you accuse me... ?
AMY I'm not accusing you...
WELLES Well, I'm not smoking, okay?
AMY Okay, I believe you.
WELLES We've been all through that. I've been on my best behavior.
Welles bends to the stroller, picks up his infant daughter, CINDY, and hoists her in the air, overjoyed.
WELLES Hello, pumpkin-head, did you miss me? I sure missed you...
He kisses the happy child, holding her in one arm.
WELLES Let's get my bags and get the hell out of here.
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Post by Rocky on Sept 25, 2008 20:43:39 GMT -5
Hey Don, Zach Renner from our hometown blocked a punt for you guys on Saturday Nice. Come on, that's all you gave me! Oh don
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Post by Rocky on Sept 25, 2008 20:44:35 GMT -5
Seriously, Mets are kind of killing me. I get way too invested in each game.
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Post by donatello2424 on Sept 25, 2008 20:46:41 GMT -5
Seriously, Mets are kind of killing me. I get way too invested in each game. Then don't be a Mets fan.
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Post by Rocky on Sept 25, 2008 20:47:23 GMT -5
CHURCH IS SWINGING IT TONIGHT
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Post by donatello2424 on Sept 25, 2008 20:50:52 GMT -5
I'm tired. It might be an early night.
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Post by donatello2424 on Sept 25, 2008 20:51:55 GMT -5
Then again it might be because my apartment smells like lighter fluid.
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Post by Rocky on Sept 25, 2008 20:56:12 GMT -5
Seriously, Mets are kind of killing me. I get way too invested in each game. Then don't be a Mets fan. THEY TIED IT THIS IS WHY I LOVE IT
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Post by Rocky on Sept 25, 2008 20:57:05 GMT -5
COME ON DAMO
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Post by aar on Sept 25, 2008 20:58:53 GMT -5
"8MM", by Andrew Kevin Walker
eight millimeter
written by Andrew Kevin Walker
5/06/97 first
INT. MIAMI AIRPORT, TERMINAL -- DAY
Amongst the weary tourist families and solitary businessmen sits TOM WELLES, middle-aged, hair neat, suit crisp and gray. He's eating crackers from a cellophane package, sipping soda from a paper cup, watching an ARRIVAL GATE.
AT THE GATE
PASSENGERS arrive: the paunchy, graying men of First Class leading the pack, except for a handsome YOUNG REPUBLICAN poster boy hurrying along.
ACROSS THE TERMINAL
Welles gets up and FOLLOWS...
EXT. MIAMI AIRPORT, CURBSIDE -- DAY
Welles comes outside, squinting in the sun, moving down the sidewalk, looking back over his shoulder...
The Young Republican is lead to a waiting LIMO by a DRIVER.
Welles moves to the nearby TAXI STAND...
INT. TAXI -- DAY
Welles gets in, turning in his seat to watch behind.
CAB DRIVER Where to?
Welles keeps watching, sees the limo pull away and pass.
WELLES Follow that limousine. Don't get too close, don't let it get too far away. Just keep with it.
CAB DRIVER You kidding?
WELLES Nope.
The cab set in motion. Welles takes out cigarettes, lighting one, takes out a small NOTEPAD and makes notations.
CAB DRIVER Uh, listen... you're not supposed to be smoking in here. I'm sorry, that's company policy...
WELLES How about this... every cigarette I smoke, I give you five dollars?
CAB DRIVER Okay... okay, yeah, that'd be good...
EXT. MIAMI BEACH, "GOLD COAST" -- DAY
In front of an Art Deco hotel, the driver opens the limousine door and the Young Republican steps out.
ACROSS THE STREET
Welles watches from inside the double-parked taxicab.
EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY
Not exactly four-star. "AD LT MOVIES EVERY ROOM."
INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY
Welles is asleep on the bed, full dressed, hands folded across his stomach, snoring lightly, sweaty.
INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE, RESTAURANT -- DAY
Welles sits alone at the bar, eating a sandwich, bored. He watches some fuzzy ESPN on the t.v., looks at his watch.
EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY
Welles walks across the parking lot, gets into his RENTAL CAR, starts it and drives away.
EXT. MIAMI BEACH DISCOTHEQUE -- NIGHT
Young Republican and a GAUDY WOMAN exit the disco, MUSIC THROBBING out from the doors behind them. They join hands, drunk, heading to the street, looking for their limo.
DOWN THE STREET
Welles is seated in his parked rental car, raises a CAMERA with TELEPHOTO LENS: whir, CLICK, whir, CLICK, whir, CLICK... Welles lowers the camera, letting out a yawn.
INT. AIRPLANE, COACH -- NIGHT
The familiar DRONE of flight. Welles is shoehorned into his aisle seat, using tiny utensils to eat his tiny meal.
An OLDER WOMAN arrives in the aisle. Welles picks up his tray, closes his tray table, unbuckling his seatbelt, struggling to get up... finally successful, balancing his tray, letting the woman in to the window seat.
OLDER WOMAN Thank you.
Welles nods, forcing a smile, sitting back down. He returns to toiling over his miniature supper.
EXT. HARRISBURG INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT -- NIGHT
Welles' AIRPLANE ROARS down with a SCREECH, landing lights gleaming. The airport is small, relatively isolated.
TITLE: Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
INT. HARRISBURG INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT -- NIGHT
Passengers arrive. Welles is with them, searching the few PEOPLE waiting in the terminal hallway. Welles smiles...
Welles' wife, AMY, smiles when she sees him. She's plain and pretty, holding one hand on a BABY STROLLER beside her. Welles comes to her, embracing her, appreciating her.
AMY Welcome home.
WELLES Do you know how much I missed you?
They kiss, but Amy pulls away, sniffs him.
AMY What's this... have you been smoking... ?
WELLES Smoking? I'm not smoking.
AMY Your clothing reeks of it.
WELLES You know, Amy, I've been sitting around in bars and everywhere following this guy... I mean, is this what I get first thing? Before you even "hello," you accuse me... ?
AMY I'm not accusing you...
WELLES Well, I'm not smoking, okay?
AMY Okay, I believe you.
WELLES We've been all through that. I've been on my best behavior.
Welles bends to the stroller, picks up his infant daughter, CINDY, and hoists her in the air, overjoyed.
WELLES Hello, pumpkin-head, did you miss me? I sure missed you...
He kisses the happy child, holding her in one arm.
WELLES Let's get my bags and get the hell out of here.
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Post by aar on Sept 25, 2008 20:58:58 GMT -5
"8MM", by Andrew Kevin Walker
eight millimeter
written by Andrew Kevin Walker
5/06/97 first
INT. MIAMI AIRPORT, TERMINAL -- DAY
Amongst the weary tourist families and solitary businessmen sits TOM WELLES, middle-aged, hair neat, suit crisp and gray. He's eating crackers from a cellophane package, sipping soda from a paper cup, watching an ARRIVAL GATE.
AT THE GATE
PASSENGERS arrive: the paunchy, graying men of First Class leading the pack, except for a handsome YOUNG REPUBLICAN poster boy hurrying along.
ACROSS THE TERMINAL
Welles gets up and FOLLOWS...
EXT. MIAMI AIRPORT, CURBSIDE -- DAY
Welles comes outside, squinting in the sun, moving down the sidewalk, looking back over his shoulder...
The Young Republican is lead to a waiting LIMO by a DRIVER.
Welles moves to the nearby TAXI STAND...
INT. TAXI -- DAY
Welles gets in, turning in his seat to watch behind.
CAB DRIVER Where to?
Welles keeps watching, sees the limo pull away and pass.
WELLES Follow that limousine. Don't get too close, don't let it get too far away. Just keep with it.
CAB DRIVER You kidding?
WELLES Nope.
The cab set in motion. Welles takes out cigarettes, lighting one, takes out a small NOTEPAD and makes notations.
CAB DRIVER Uh, listen... you're not supposed to be smoking in here. I'm sorry, that's company policy...
WELLES How about this... every cigarette I smoke, I give you five dollars?
CAB DRIVER Okay... okay, yeah, that'd be good...
EXT. MIAMI BEACH, "GOLD COAST" -- DAY
In front of an Art Deco hotel, the driver opens the limousine door and the Young Republican steps out.
ACROSS THE STREET
Welles watches from inside the double-parked taxicab.
EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY
Not exactly four-star. "AD LT MOVIES EVERY ROOM."
INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY
Welles is asleep on the bed, full dressed, hands folded across his stomach, snoring lightly, sweaty.
INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE, RESTAURANT -- DAY
Welles sits alone at the bar, eating a sandwich, bored. He watches some fuzzy ESPN on the t.v., looks at his watch.
EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY
Welles walks across the parking lot, gets into his RENTAL CAR, starts it and drives away.
EXT. MIAMI BEACH DISCOTHEQUE -- NIGHT
Young Republican and a GAUDY WOMAN exit the disco, MUSIC THROBBING out from the doors behind them. They join hands, drunk, heading to the street, looking for their limo.
DOWN THE STREET
Welles is seated in his parked rental car, raises a CAMERA with TELEPHOTO LENS: whir, CLICK, whir, CLICK, whir, CLICK... Welles lowers the camera, letting out a yawn.
INT. AIRPLANE, COACH -- NIGHT
The familiar DRONE of flight. Welles is shoehorned into his aisle seat, using tiny utensils to eat his tiny meal.
An OLDER WOMAN arrives in the aisle. Welles picks up his tray, closes his tray table, unbuckling his seatbelt, struggling to get up... finally successful, balancing his tray, letting the woman in to the window seat.
OLDER WOMAN Thank you.
Welles nods, forcing a smile, sitting back down. He returns to toiling over his miniature supper.
EXT. HARRISBURG INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT -- NIGHT
Welles' AIRPLANE ROARS down with a SCREECH, landing lights gleaming. The airport is small, relatively isolated.
TITLE: Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
INT. HARRISBURG INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT -- NIGHT
Passengers arrive. Welles is with them, searching the few PEOPLE waiting in the terminal hallway. Welles smiles...
Welles' wife, AMY, smiles when she sees him. She's plain and pretty, holding one hand on a BABY STROLLER beside her. Welles comes to her, embracing her, appreciating her.
AMY Welcome home.
WELLES Do you know how much I missed you?
They kiss, but Amy pulls away, sniffs him.
AMY What's this... have you been smoking... ?
WELLES Smoking? I'm not smoking.
AMY Your clothing reeks of it.
WELLES You know, Amy, I've been sitting around in bars and everywhere following this guy... I mean, is this what I get first thing? Before you even "hello," you accuse me... ?
AMY I'm not accusing you...
WELLES Well, I'm not smoking, okay?
AMY Okay, I believe you.
WELLES We've been all through that. I've been on my best behavior.
Welles bends to the stroller, picks up his infant daughter, CINDY, and hoists her in the air, overjoyed.
WELLES Hello, pumpkin-head, did you miss me? I sure missed you...
He kisses the happy child, holding her in one arm.
WELLES Let's get my bags and get the hell out of here.
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Post by Rocky on Sept 25, 2008 21:01:07 GMT -5
holy shit aar
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Post by Rocky on Sept 25, 2008 21:01:20 GMT -5
it takes forever to scroll down because of those posts
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Post by donatello2424 on Sept 25, 2008 21:02:24 GMT -5
We're probably close to the next page anyway..
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Post by Rocky on Sept 25, 2008 21:04:01 GMT -5
hopefully
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Post by Rocky on Sept 25, 2008 21:04:07 GMT -5
yee
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