Scraps
I always write fragmented thoughts down for things I want to write and when I find them months later they are meaningless, confusing, or just really dumb. I found some today.
‘whale ex-wife’
I think Gabe and I were walking to Ralph’s and came up with an idea for a sketch about a guy dissing his ‘whale of an ex-wife’ to his co-worker and then seeing her at the bar they’re at. The twist is she is literally a whale. Stupid.
‘finish with hillary going undercover or some shit’
‘Or some shit’ is the bane of my existence. This was actually an important idea to fix a big problem in a screenplay and I can’t remember anything else other than what I wrote down. Which is no help at all.
‘some sort of sex thing?’
Who knows.
This is literally the worst thing to ever happen to someone. I have a desktop and a notebook full of scribblings that, in retrospect, make no sense. Remember that scene in that movie nobody saw where Tina Fey is like “Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and write down ideas that don’t even make sense, like ‘Make everybody twins’”?










