My plans for tonight were canceled at the last minute, so I thought I’d replace them with an unscheduled blog post.
Since I haven’t allowed you into my mind in a while (which is probably for your own good!), I figured tonight’s post should be of the Thoughts On A Walk variety.
So here’s what bounced around in my brain tonight…
It’s fun being a writer for a late night talk show. One reason is because it allows me to pester the host with crazy ideas for upcoming episodes.
When you work for a nice, easily approachable guy like Danny, you can actually blast off wild ideas and expect him to get back to you with his take on them. Even when they are totally ridiculous.
That was what I did tonight as I strolled around the neighborhood. I pitched my ideas and got almost instant feedback from the host.
Not a bad way to feel creative and appreciated after a long week.
I also continued to plot out the screenplay for my short film. The ideas are coming to me in bunches now, and I’m almost worried that I’m going to have too much material.
There could be enough for a feature length script if I’m not careful. Can’t say that’s the worst problem to have, though. In fact, having a multitude of options to run past the producer beats writer’s block any day.
I’m sure it wants us to believe it is a moth, but I’ve never seen a moth that large, or that color in my life.
And it was there all day. Perched on the wall outside the entrance to my office.
What innocent moth would stay in such a highly populated place for several hours?
But a malicious Alien would have no problem doing that. Especially if its mission was mind control.
That’s right. I said mind control.
Here are the facts:
It was Friday.
It was a gorgeous Summer day.
It has been a very long week.
Ferris Bueller would not have allowed himself to be trapped inside on such a beautiful day.
The Alien moth was trying to get me to unleash my inner Ferris.
All day long, I could hear a whisper tickling my brain…
Abe Froman, the sausage king of Chicago…
Come on and twist a little closer now, and let me know that you’re mine…
It took every ounce of self control to fight the Alien’s enticing messages. All I wanted to do was jump on a parade float and shake it up, baby. I just had this feeling gnawing at my brain that life moves pretty fast, and that if I didn’t stop to look around, I might miss it.
As much as I would have loved to play hooky on such a perfect Summer’s day, I couldn’t let the Alien win. That’s how the human race gets enslaved and our bodies used for batteries necessary for intergalactic travel.
The only one that controls my mind is me. So nice try, Alien moth, but I’m not going to Wrigley Field today. So stop trying to make that a thing.
I’m pretty sure that all the wild Deep Thoughts dancing around in my head are the best defense against Alien mind control. So I have that going for me.
At the very least, they make for a very entertaining companion on my long jaunts through the neighborhood.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste, Modern Philosophers, so do your best to always keep yours occupied.
You’re never alone when you have your Deep Thoughts. But don’t forget that the Alien moths will try to control your mind. When they do, shake ’em up, baby. Save your inner Ferris for your personal use.
At least that’s what Ferris Bueller, a true Modern Philosopher, would advise you to do…