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#970401
Topic
The Dream of the Giant Fractal Woodlouse.
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I had a dream early this morning where moviefreakedmind (or at least the guy in his avatar) hypnotized me and Gillian Anderson using a video played from a smartphone. Once in the hypnotic trance, I had a dream within a dream of a woman getting her teeth cleaned at a dental clinic.

I’ve said it before, I’m saying it again: I really wish dream-recording technology was available.

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#970227
Topic
If you need to B*tch about something... this is the place
Time

I want to create a mashup of these two versions of “I Think We’re Alone Now”, but I can’t find acapella versions of either and my attempts to create some using Audacity have come to naught.

So many hours of effort spent, frustration and failure the only results. I wish I had a gun so that I could shoot something.

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#970116
Topic
Star Wars Ep 1-6 Poster
Time

crpl_hicks said:

I’m not that new. Yes I have seen people give the big FU, but over their artwork or opinions about artwork in the DVD covers section. I just hate when things get off topic & replced with name calling to the point where you wonder…what were we talking about??

But that happens all the time in this forum (especially when anime is the subject of discussion).

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#969330
Topic
The Last Son of Krypton (Season One)
Time

EXT. KENT FARM — KENT HOME — DAY

Night has passed and a new day has begun. With the blizzard over, Jonathan gets in his truck and begins moving up the long driveway which will get him onto the road into town. He only gets a fourth of the way up the driveway, however, before his wheels sink into the heavy sheet of fresh-fallen snow, refusing to go any further.

INT. TRUCK/CAB — DAY

JONATHAN

(frustrated) Sonuva— (shifts gears) Let’s try that again.

The engine roars and the tires spin, but the vehicle refuses to proceed any further through the fresh, glittering snow.

JONATHAN

(sighs) Wonderful.

INT. KENT HOME/LIVING ROOM — DAY

Martha is sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing with the baby, when Jonathan walks in.

JONATHAN

The truck got stuck in the snow and I can’t get it out. We won’t be going into town for a while.

MARTHA

So we’re in for the long haul.

JONATHAN

We’re well stocked up. We’ll keep 'til spring.

As Martha looks upon the baby boy crawling about the carpeted floor, he looks up at her and gives her a big, toothless smile.

MARTHA

From your lips to God’s ears, Jonathan.

KENT FARM — MONTAGE

As February gives way to March with nary a thaw, Jonathan works to keep the animals fed and the firewood stocked while Martha attends to the needs of the boy. Day after day, week after week, both Martha and Jonathan find themselves growing evermore attached to the child.

EXT. KENT FARM — ROAD — DAY

It is now late March and the sky is a clear, sunny blue. Jonathan makes his way to the truck.

JONATHAN

(rests hand on truck) Well, girl, let’s see how the elements’ been to you.

Turning the crank, he then slips inside and turns the key, automatically bringing the engine to life. Shifting gears, he backs up.

INT. KENT HOME/DINING ROOM — DAY

Martha is at the table, feeding the giggling baby boy, as Jonathan strides in. Putting the spoon in her hand down, Martha turns to her husband.

JONATHAN

The snow’s receded, Martha. I’ll be able to … to take the child into town. Sheriff Miller’ll know what to do for him there.

Returning to the child, Martha takes a napkin and cleans his mouth.

MARTHA

You’re right. After all, we can’t keep him. It’d be irrational. Hell, it’d be insane. A baby boy fell from the sky; we just can’t keep him. (beat) Even if it was monstrous for someone to put a child in a bombshell….

JONATHAN

Martha….

MARTHA

(cont’d) Even if the Birches are on their fourth and I … (crying) and I can’t keep a child.

Overwhelmed by her emotions, Martha walks out of the room.

JONATHAN

Martha!

INT. KENT HOME/LIVING ROOM — DAY

Collapsing onto the couch, Martha stares into space as tears stream down her face. Joining her, Jonathan places an arm around her shoulder.

JONATHAN

Good Lord, Martha, do you realize what you’re asking that we do? We don’t even know if he … if he’s from here. We don’t know —

MARTHA

(faces him) No, we don’t. We don’t know where he came from or if anyone will come for him, but if there’s anyone who might stand a chance to do right by that child, come what may, it’s you and me. Don’t … don’t you just know it? (beat) Don’t we deserve a chance to try?

Rising, Martha leaves Jonathan and walks over to a liquor cabinet. Opening it up, she takes a tall bottle of whiskey and a pair of glasses. Taking a seat in the armchair, she places the glasses and bottle down on a small table beside it.

JONATHAN

What’s the whiskey for?

MARTHA

(fills a glass) If we decide to keep the child, I’m going to pour you a glass and we’re going to celebrate. If we don’t … whiskey’s more convenient and less painful than a log to the head. (beat) While you take him into town, I’ll be doing everything in my power to forget the last several weeks ever happened.

As Martha takes a sip of her whiskey, Jonathan sits there, looking on her with brow furrowed in thought. Moments pass, then he gets up. Crossing over to her, he takes up the bottle of whiskey and the empty glass.

JONATHAN

I don’t want to be called “pop” — I’m not an old man. (fills glass) “Pa” has a nice ring to it.

Her face lighting up with a full grin, Martha raises her glass. Returning her grin with a smile, he brings up his own glass, clinking it against hers in a toast to their new parenthood.

INT. HEL’S BOUQUET — DAY

A lean, balding man in thick glasses stands before the front counter as Helen wraps a bouquet of flowers for him. Once she has finished securing the wrapping paper in place, she brings the bundle of beautiful flowers to the front and presents them to her waiting customer.

HELEN

That’ll be $1.30.

As he hands her the money, she hands him the flowers.

DAN

You have a good day, Helen.

HELEN

You too, Dan.

As Dan leaves the counter and walks out the door, another customer — a short woman with shoulder-length blond hair — walks in. With barely contained enthusiasm, she strides up to the counter.

HELEN

Hi, Rose. What can I do for you today?

ROSE GREER

(grins) Did you hear the news?

HELEN

What news?

ROSE GREER

The Kents came in today.

HELEN

The Kents? What about them?

ROSE GREER

Y’know that storm last month? The big one?

HELEN

The one that toppled the tree in my sister’s backyard. What of it?

ROSE GREER

It snowed in the Kents’ farm somethin’ fierce — buried it beneath a quilt of snow. That’s why they haven’t been in town since it hit.

HELEN

And?

ROSE GREER

You won’t believe what’s happened.

HELEN

(loses patience) Well out with it!

ROSE GREER

They had a baby!

HELEN

(taken aback) A baby?

ROSE GREER

Uh-huh. Looks like Jon put the bun in her oven some months back. (beat) You remember the ugly business with the miscarriages and that stillbirth —

HELEN

Yes, of course.

ROSE GREER

(cont’d) Well, they decided to keep it hush-hush — you know, just in case it didn’t keep. (beat) Anyway, Martha delivered a baby boy while cooped up in that there farm. He’s got the most gorgeous blue eyes.

HELEN

You’ve seen him?

ROSE GREER

Well, no — that’s why I came to see you. I thought you’d like to pay Jon and Martha a visit with me.

HELEN

Why, certainly. (smiles thinly) Why not?

EXT. KENT FARM — KENT HOME/FRONT PORCH — DAY

Having arrived together, Helen and Rose walk up the porch steps to the front door. Rose brings up her closed fist, announcing their presence with three quick raps on the wood door. A moment passes, then Jonathan answers the door.

JONATHAN

(stoic) Hel. (happier) Rose!

Leaning forward, he gives both women a hug. He doesn’t linger too long with Helen.

JONATHAN

You came to see the baby?

ROSE GREER

(grins) But of course. Can we come in?

JONATHAN

Follow me into the living room.

With no further need of persuasion on his part, the two women enter the Kent home.

INT. KENT HOME/LIVING ROOM — DAY

As Jonathan leads Helen and Rose inside, we find several family members and friends gathered around Martha, who sits on the armchair with the baby boy bundled up in her arms. As Rose and Helen approach the mother and child, their mouths fall agape.

HELEN

Martha … the boy …

ROSE GREER

He’s beautiful.

MARTHA

(beams) Thank you.

Standing at Martha’s side, Jonathan rests a hand on her shoulder.

JONATHAN

Helen Potter, Rose Greer, meet Clark Joseph Kent.

As the two women look down upon them. Clark meets their gaze and, smiling a wide, toothless smile, releases a giggle of delight.

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#969329
Topic
The Last Son of Krypton (Season One)
Time

END OPENING CREDITS

FADE IN

On the grounds of a farm on a cold, overcast winter day.

Complete with a quaint, medium-sized house, a large barn, a silo, fields, and wide open pastures, the farm is nothing short of impressive.

SUPERIMPOSE: SMALLVILLE, KANSAS — FEBRUARY 1916

CUT TO

The front door of the house as it swings open, allowing a man out into the cold, brisk air.

JONATHAN KENT is a tall, ruggedly handsome 35-year-old man with dirty blond hair. Though clad in a heavy winter coat, a pair of thick black wool gloves, and a winter cap, Jonathan still feels the sharp winter chill stab into his bones. Wasting as little time as possible, he closes the door, then with hand crank in hand, leaves the porch for his blue pickup truck, a year-old Ford Model T.

As he gets to the vehicle and inserts the crank to prime the engine, the front door opens yet again, allowing his wife MARTHA out onto the porch. A lovely 28-year-old woman with long auburn hair, crystal blue eyes, and fair skin, she hugs her arms close to her as the winter breeze sweeps over her.

JONATHAN

(surprised) Martha! (beat) I thought you were asleep, honey.

MARTHA

I woke up. Now you mind telling me where on Earth you’re going in this ungodly weather?

JONATHAN

Into town to get some supplies. I’ll be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.

Nodding silently, Martha then looks to the sky. The gray clouds, thick and dark, are heavy with the promise of snow.

MARTHA

I think a storm’s about to hit. We really should bring the cattle in before nightfall.

JONATHAN

We’ll do it after I get back.

MARTHA

I think I’ll come along with you. Let me get my coat.

JONATHAN

(frowns) What are you saying?

MARTHA

I’m coming along, silly. (frowns) Is there a reason you don’t want me to?

JONATHAN

No … no reason.

MARTHA

(cocks eyebrow) I’ll be just a second.

As Martha slips back inside, Jonathan remains standing by the side of his truck. Staring at his feet, he lazily kicks at the snow on the ground.

JONATHAN

Dammit….

EXT. SMALLVILLE — STREET — DAY

Entering the urban centre of Smallville, the Kents’ truck cuts through the snow and slush on the roads.

INT. TRUCK/CAB — DAY

Sitting in the cold cab on the passenger’s side, Martha vigorously rubs her mittened hands together for warmth. Turning to her husband, she regards him with a suspicious gaze. Noticing her stare, Jonathan tries ignoring it, keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead.

EXT. SMALLVILLE — TOWN SQUARE — HEL’S BOUQUET — DAY

Nearing his destination, Jonathan slows down. Coming to a stop, he parks the truck and shuts the engine off.

INT. TRUCK/CAB — DAY

Martha looks out her window. Standing there, identified by the large sign set above the front door, is Hel’s Bouquet, a flower shop.

MARTHA

This isn’t the general store. (faces Jonathan)

JONATHAN

(averts gaze) There’s … Hel placed an order. I figured I’d stop here before going to Phineas’.

MARTHA

(perplexed) Placed an order…? (beat) Jonathan —

Not waiting for her to complete her thought, Jonathan opens his door and climbs out, shutting it quickly to keep what little heat he can inside.

INT. HEL’S BOUQUET — DAY

Jonathan enters the flower shop, taking care to knock the snow off his boots before walking to the front counter. There, reading a fashion magazine by lamplight, is HELEN POTTER. An attractive brunette, she’s closer in age to Jonathan than Martha.

JONATHAN

Afternoon, Hel.

HELEN

(looks up from magazine; smiles) Jonathan! What a surprise! (beat) What brings the reclusive Mr. Kent into town in this weather?

JONATHAN

Tulips. Red ones, if you have them. (beat) Martha’s always had her heart set on tulips.

HELEN

(drops smile) Yes, well, they’re a very uncomplicated flower.

An uncomfortable silence develops between them. Saying no more, Helen goes to get Jonathan his tulips.

INT. TRUCK/CAB — DAY

Reading a magazine, Martha doesn’t notice Jonathan return. Opening his door, he slips inside and then, with perhaps too much haste, presents her a bouquet of beautiful red tulips.

JONATHAN

Happy anniversary, sweetheart.

MARTHA

(eyes widen) Jonathan! (takes flowers) This is why you wanted to go into town alone.

JONATHAN

(smiles thinly) I was also going to pick up a bottle of wine. (beat) It was going to be a surprise.

MARTHA

Oh, darling, I’m sorry. (kisses Jonathan) Thank you.

EXT. SPACE — MARS

After decades traversing the void between worlds, the Codex and nine matrices have finally arrived in the solar system. Having spent the last few hours passing through the outer planets, they are now making their way past the red planet and its twin moons.

EXT. KENT FARM — PASTURE — DAY

Having returned from town and traded the truck in for a pair of horses, the Kents now ride through the pasture, rounding up their cattle and herding them back towards the barn. The sky is now a deep, dark gray and snowfall has begun.

EXT. SPACE — EARTH

The starcraft enter the atmosphere. Buffeted by air and friction, they are pushed apart, entering trajectories which direct them to different areas of the globe.

EXT. ANTARCTICA — DAY

Thousands of miles from Smallville, Kansas, USA, we find ourselves deep in the heart of the Antarctic continent itself. Long into its summer, the sky is a clear blue, though the yellow sun brings no warmth to this frozen wasteland.

With a burst of brilliant energy, the Codex strikes, punching straight through the snow, through the ice, and disappears.

Within minutes the ground begins trembling — slightly but palpably — and that trembling quickly evolves to rumbling. A great fissure opens in the ice with a tremendous crack, letting air into the underground depths for the first time in 15 million years.

EXT. KENT FARM — PASTURE — DAY

Just as the Kents finish directing the remaining wayward cows and steers into joining the rest of the herd, a large fireball comes streaking down from the sky above. Their jaws dropping, Jonathan and Martha watch as the spaceborne object passes overhead like a fallen angel, crashing with a resounding boom at the far end of an adjacent field.

MARTHA

(shocked) What in —‽

Overcoming her initial shock, Martha digs her heels in her horse’s sides; with a burst of speed, she begins galloping towards the crash site.

JONATHAN

(alarmed) Martha, what are you doing‽ Martha!

Kicking his own horse into gear, Jonathan takes off after his wife.

EXT. KENT FARM — FIELD — DAY

Minutes later, the Kents arrive at the site. There before them, smoking and stinking of scorched earth, is a large crater. Climbing off their horses, they approach it and the object nestled inside.

JONATHAN

Oh my God….

MARTHA

Jonathan, what is it?

Standing inside the crater, its surface unmarked and unscathed by either the entry or crash, is one of the starcraft.

JONATHAN

It looks like a … an artillery shell.

MARTHA

(incredulous) Artillery shell?

Stepping into the crater, Martha makes her way to the strange craft.

JONATHAN

Martha! Stay clear!

MARTHA

(peers into pod) But look, Jonathan! There’s something inside! Something alive!

Climbing down into the crater, Jonathan joins his wife by the vessel. Looking into the murky crystal pod, he, too, can just barely make out something alive and moving within.

JONATHAN

(touches pod) That’s funny — it’s cool. With how it came in all afire, you’d think —

Before Jonathan can finish his thought, the crystal under his touch liquefies, drawing away from him. Alarmed, he jumps back. A perfectly round hole opened in the pod’s side, one can now see clearly the nature of the creature inside. Curled up in a ball is a naked infant boy with swarthy skin and vibrant azure eyes.

MARTHA

(surprised) Oh, Jonathan — it’s a baby!

Reaching into the pod, Martha takes hold of the child and lifts him out. Almost immediately, he starts crying. Holding the baby to her, Martha begins rubbing his back. In moments, the child’s wailing begins to subside. Very soon he is calm and peaceful, asleep with his face nestled in her bosom.

JONATHAN

I — I’ll ride back and bring the truck around.

INT. TRUCK/CAB — DAY

Martha and Jonathan are now seated inside the truck, riding back to the homestead. With the baby asleep inside her arms, she smiles.

EXT. KENT FARM — KENT HOME — DAY

Pulling up beside the house, Jonathan and Martha climb out. The snow falling heavy now, the wind blowing fierce, it’s all but apparent that a fierce blizzard’s hit Smallville.

JONATHAN

Get inside the house, Martha. I’m going to make sure the animals are okay, then I’ll join you inside.

Bracing her and the child against the biting wind, Martha runs to the house while Jonathan shields his face and sprints over to the barn.

INT. KENT HOME/LIVING ROOM — DAY

Tossing a log into the blazing fireplace, Jonathan rubs his hands together for warmth before crossing over to his armchair. Sitting down, he looks across at Martha — who sits on the couch, the foundling child held close to her breast — a thousand thoughts all coursing through his mind.

Post
#969177
Topic
The Last Son of Krypton (Season One)
Time

THE LAST SON OF KRYPTON

“THE LAST SON”

FADE IN

On Krypton.

An extrasolar world in close orbit around a red dwarf star, Krypton is a black-&-blue terrestrial planet, roughly the same size as Earth.

EXT. KRYPTON — DAY — TRAVELLING

Far above the surface, we find a PRISM-BIRD in flight. True to its name, the plumage of the extraterrestrial avian shimmers with iridescence as dim sunlight plays over the feathers. We stay with the prism-bird as it travels over the Kryptonian landscape. On the ground below rises a forest. The flora much resembles the kind found on Earth — trees, bushes — though here, it is black rather than green. Canals cut through the forest, irrigating the pitch vegetation.

The forest soon gives way to grassland, and the grassland gives way as we clear the wilderness and emerge over Xan, a sprawling metropolis of chrome and crystal. Xan’s towering citadels reach to touch the alice blue sky overhead.

INT. GENESIS CHAMBER — DAY

The genesis chamber is immense. All sense of its height and depth lost in its vastness, a control hub rises through the centre of this vastness, systems monitored/maintained by semi-humanoid automatons. The walls, subdivided into tiers, house thousands of large ovoid crystal pods — birthing matrices.

The matrices are in the process of being removed. Extracted from their creches, the black orbs are carried off by automatons, supported on fields of antigravity.

A violent tremor reverberates through the building, shaking its very foundations. After several seconds, the tremor passes.

INT. LAUNCH COMPLEX/CONTROL CENTRE — DAY

Inside the horseshoe-shaped control centre we find sixteen automatons at computer stations.

EXT. LAUNCH COMPLEX/LAUNCH PAD — DAY

The birthing matrices, now affixed to hexagramal bases of solid chrome, have been brought here. At roughly 67 km2, the launch pad has enough surface area to hold all 144,000 of them.

The pods surround the Codex. Resembling a stylized rocket, its top section is a prolate spheroid of white crystal three times the size of a birthing matrix. This is connected via four mounting brackets to a tailfin section of equal length. The ten equally spaced fins each have the shape of a pointed quarter ellipse, with the tapered end extending slightly beyond the rear of the squat main cylindrical body tube.

EXT. XAN — DAY

The tremors return. The citadels tremble.

INT. LAUNCH COMPLEX/CONTROL CENTRE — DAY

One of the automatons manipulates a dial on their control panel.

EXT. LAUNCH COMPLEX/LAUNCH PAD — DAY

The Codex begins resonating a white luminescence.

EXT. XAN — DAY

The tremors intensify. The crystal-&-chrome facades of the citadels fracture and shatter.

INT. LAUNCH COMPLEX/CONTROL CENTRE — DAY

The interior lighting begins flickering erratically.

EXT. LAUNCH COMPLEX/LAUNCH PAD — DAY

The Codex and birthing matrices are launched. They ascend into the heavens as the earth below splits open, sending buildings toppling.

EXT. XAN — DAY

A great geyser of green energy blasts through the earth, annihilating several hundred buildings instantaneously. A great shockwave follows the blast; it plows through the surrounding buildings, pulverizing them.

INT. LAUNCH COMPLEX/CONTROL CENTRE — DAY

The chamber caves in, crushing the automations, burying them under kilometres of rubble.

EXT. KRYPTON — MONTAGE

Passing across the face of the planet, we see Xan isn’t the only area succumbing to cataclysm. Great jets of radiation erupt everywhere, in every continent, in every ocean, irradiating everything.

EXT. KRYPTON — DAY

As the 144,001 Kryptonian starcraft make the climb to space, Krypton literally begins breaking apart below. Eruptions spring up all over the world, throwing radioactive debris into the dying sky. Though protected by particle shielding, a majority of the matrices are too close to the cataclysm; they are critically damaged or destroyed outright by the glowing fragments.

EXT. SPACE — KRYPTON

As the surviving craft leave the planet’s gravity field, Krypton explodes. In an instant, the surface is boiled down and the atmosphere ignites. What was once an inhabited world is now a molten sphere of radioactive death.

Safe in the tranquil blackness of space, the Codex and twelve remaining birthing matrices set upon their voyage. Hyper-light drives engaging, they jump to hyperspace; they will reach their destination inside thirty-three years.

FADE OUT

BEGIN OPENING CREDITS