I just had an IM chat with Vito, who envisions a film that features bloggers from this site all forced to live on a farm. Kind-a like a Barese Green Acres. He suggests that across the road is an Amish family that hates us and constantly sabotages our tomato crops.

"Hey, I thought those black-hat bastards didn't use electricity -- this here is a battery-operated detonation device!"

I'm not sure if we can write two screenplays at the same time -- I'm still struggling with our earlier effort to recast the Hamlet's Elsinore as Castle 1526.

I just got John Paul to say: "The Human Torch was denied a bank loan." He said it for me, then walked into the other room and said it to Alane. He's a good kid.

(I might not be able to stop him from repeating this endlessly... And along the same lines, perhaps I shouldn't have told him the other night that in kindergarten he'll be making license plates, because now he's sure to ask his teacher about it.)