So, here is the second idea that I had for a public service announcement dealing with diversity. This one also deals with the fact that many of us think different things are funny.
It's late at night and a woman is walking home by herself. She turns down a dark alley. Suddenly a man grabs her arm and she is startled. she tries to run but he trips her. She scrambles back up to her feet but the man grabs around her waste and lifts her off of her feet slamming her back down on the ground and landing on top of her. She struggles and squirms under his weight. He draws a knife and holds it to her throat and she stops struggling. She looks into her attackers eyes and he says "Just kidding." He then puts the knife away and helps the woman to her feet. As she stands up she starts laughing hysterically and the attacker joins her. Then the slogan comes on screen. "Not everyone has the same sense of humor, and that's ok. Diversity!"
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Riddle Me This...
I heard a good riddle the other day that I thought could be made into a cool movie. i will just write out the riddle... it's pretty much how the movie will be except for the whole question at the end.
Jim and Hank were best friends and had been for the last 6 years. When they were 9 years old Jim had moved into Hanks neighborhood and they became good friends right away. Tonight they had gone to their secret spot where they liked to go just to get away from it all. It was an old abandoned barn about 5 mile out of town. They would ride their bikes out there and play around inside all day. Last summer they had gone there nearly every day and had made a club and brought some of their friends along. But tonight it was just them.
They had decided to sleep over at the old barn and they lay up in the hay loft looking out a large window at the full moon. They had been laying there talking about girls for hours and they had no idea what time it was. Probably around 2 or 3 in the morning. All of a sudden they heard something. They thought it was just an animal at first, it was coming from outside and it sounded like a bat squealing. As the sound came closer they could make out sniffling sounds, something was crying. Then they heard the barn door open. Hank looked to Jim wide eyed with fear, Jim shushed him. They could clearly make out the sound now, It was a woman crying, her voice was timid as she said over and over "Please no, Please, please don't do this." Then they heard a man's voice, it was harsh "QUIET."
Jim and Hank listened intently as the man ad woman made their way through the barn to the back, where there was a ladder up to the hay loft. The man said "Climb." Then the woman's protests grew even more earnest "Please no. Not up there. Please just let me go home." The man again "QUIET!" And this time it was followed by a loud crack, and then silence. Hank looked to Jim again and mouthed the words "What do we do?" Jim mouthed back "I don't know." Then Jim got up quietly and went to the window. It was much to far to jump. He would break his leg, and for sure the man would hear his fall. he laid back down in his spot. The man and woman had begun climbing the ladder. Suddenly they heard a crash and someone sprinting out the door to the barn. Heavier footsteps followed right after.
Jim turned to Hank, "Now is our chance. Let's get out of here." "But what if he is right outside?" Hank answered. "It's better than being caught up here. At least we'll have somewhere to run."Jim and Hank got up and quietly made their way over to the ladder when they heard someone burst through the barn doors. The crying was back but was more earnest now. This time the footsteps moved through the barn more slowly. And now there was this scrapping sound as if something was being dragged across the floor of the barn. Hank and Jim went back to their spots and tried to bury them selves under the hay. It wasn't' working to well, when Jim happened to looked up and saw a can of red paint hanging from a rafter right above their heads. "Take off your shirt" he whispered to Hank.
Hank looked at Jim confused. Jim said again sternly "Take off your shirt." As he himself had begun to undress. Hank took off his shirt and gave it to Jim, who said "The pants and the underwear too." Hank was baffled, but his friend was stripping down to nothing so he did it too. Jim took all the clothes and hid them in the hay. "Lay back down." Jim said as he grabbed the can of paint and tried to pry it open. "There is a pocket knife in my pants." Hank whispered.
As Jim cut around the crusted paint with Hank's knife they could hear the man and woman once again climbing the ladder. They could hear the woman struggling and crying, and the man just kept saying "Shut up. SHUT UP." Jim popped the top off of the red paint can. However old it was there was still some good paint in it. The man and woman were in the hay loft now. The man was carrying a flashlight and he used it to hit the woman three or four times. "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!" Jim and Hanks hearts were racing. Jim told Hank to lay down then he poured some red paint on his neck and body and whispered "no matter what happens don't move." Then Jim laid down next to him, pouring the rest of the red paint on himself and stuffing the paint can in the hay.
The woman was quiet now after the beating she had taken and the man led her by the arm towards where the boys were lying. The boys did their best to not even breathe as they heard the footsteps come closer and closer and then stopped. It was quiet. A loud scream broke the silence. The woman had seen two naked boys covered in blood lying in the hay. "Is that what you are going to do to me?" she screamed and then began sobbing uncontrollably. The man turned and saw the boys "What the *#@$ is this?" He said. The woman kept crying and repeating over and over "Please don't kill me, please don't kill me. I won't tell anyone about these boys, just don't kill me." There was a loud crack as he the man hit her again with the flashlight. "SHUT UP! ...I didn't kill these boys. I don't know where the hell they came from. Just let me think for a minute." and then it was quiet.
Hank and Jim did their best not to move a muscle. Hank prayed that neither the man or woman was looking but he didn't dare check and see. He had to take a breath. His chest moved up and down slightly but no one seemed to notice. He was relieved. Then the man said to the woman "Stay right here, I need to get something from my car. If you so much as move I swear I will kill your whole family." The man left. He climbed down the ladder and left the barn.
Then silence.
There was no way to tell how long they all lay there but Jim guessed it had been about forty minutes. Every now and then the woman would cry, but then she would stop and just sniffle until she cried again. Jim was hoping that the man had decided that he didn't want to deal with the chance of getting charged with three murders instead of just one and had just left the woman here and ran. But it had been so quiet and he had listened for a car engine but hadn't heard any. Jim wanted to ask the woman how far away the man was parked, but also didn't think it was safe to reveal that they weren't dead yet. The other thought he kept having was that the man was just making room for the two extra bodies. Jim thought he heard a car door close... but he wasn't sure. Now he was just waiting for an engine or for the barn door...
Suddenly Jim felt something... It startled him. It was someone's hand on his genitals. He screamed "What the hell?" At this both the woman and Hank were startled and yelled out. The sight of the once dead boys now coming to life scared the woman so terribly that she screamed and screamed and then passed out. The man who actually had been arranging his car so that he could transport the other bodies without getting any blood on his seats, was now just outside the barn. He heard the woman screaming bloody murder and heard the other man's voice. He figured that whoever had killed the boys was up there hacking away at his would be victim and he got scared. He ran to his car and drove away determined to put as much distance between him ad that barn as he could.
When Jim and Hank heard the screeching wheels of the man's car they knew he had left and quickly got dressed and left the unconscious woman in the barn, riding away on their bikes.
BUT WHOSE HAND WAS IT?
Jim and Hank were best friends and had been for the last 6 years. When they were 9 years old Jim had moved into Hanks neighborhood and they became good friends right away. Tonight they had gone to their secret spot where they liked to go just to get away from it all. It was an old abandoned barn about 5 mile out of town. They would ride their bikes out there and play around inside all day. Last summer they had gone there nearly every day and had made a club and brought some of their friends along. But tonight it was just them.
They had decided to sleep over at the old barn and they lay up in the hay loft looking out a large window at the full moon. They had been laying there talking about girls for hours and they had no idea what time it was. Probably around 2 or 3 in the morning. All of a sudden they heard something. They thought it was just an animal at first, it was coming from outside and it sounded like a bat squealing. As the sound came closer they could make out sniffling sounds, something was crying. Then they heard the barn door open. Hank looked to Jim wide eyed with fear, Jim shushed him. They could clearly make out the sound now, It was a woman crying, her voice was timid as she said over and over "Please no, Please, please don't do this." Then they heard a man's voice, it was harsh "QUIET."
Jim and Hank listened intently as the man ad woman made their way through the barn to the back, where there was a ladder up to the hay loft. The man said "Climb." Then the woman's protests grew even more earnest "Please no. Not up there. Please just let me go home." The man again "QUIET!" And this time it was followed by a loud crack, and then silence. Hank looked to Jim again and mouthed the words "What do we do?" Jim mouthed back "I don't know." Then Jim got up quietly and went to the window. It was much to far to jump. He would break his leg, and for sure the man would hear his fall. he laid back down in his spot. The man and woman had begun climbing the ladder. Suddenly they heard a crash and someone sprinting out the door to the barn. Heavier footsteps followed right after.
Jim turned to Hank, "Now is our chance. Let's get out of here." "But what if he is right outside?" Hank answered. "It's better than being caught up here. At least we'll have somewhere to run."Jim and Hank got up and quietly made their way over to the ladder when they heard someone burst through the barn doors. The crying was back but was more earnest now. This time the footsteps moved through the barn more slowly. And now there was this scrapping sound as if something was being dragged across the floor of the barn. Hank and Jim went back to their spots and tried to bury them selves under the hay. It wasn't' working to well, when Jim happened to looked up and saw a can of red paint hanging from a rafter right above their heads. "Take off your shirt" he whispered to Hank.
Hank looked at Jim confused. Jim said again sternly "Take off your shirt." As he himself had begun to undress. Hank took off his shirt and gave it to Jim, who said "The pants and the underwear too." Hank was baffled, but his friend was stripping down to nothing so he did it too. Jim took all the clothes and hid them in the hay. "Lay back down." Jim said as he grabbed the can of paint and tried to pry it open. "There is a pocket knife in my pants." Hank whispered.
As Jim cut around the crusted paint with Hank's knife they could hear the man and woman once again climbing the ladder. They could hear the woman struggling and crying, and the man just kept saying "Shut up. SHUT UP." Jim popped the top off of the red paint can. However old it was there was still some good paint in it. The man and woman were in the hay loft now. The man was carrying a flashlight and he used it to hit the woman three or four times. "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!" Jim and Hanks hearts were racing. Jim told Hank to lay down then he poured some red paint on his neck and body and whispered "no matter what happens don't move." Then Jim laid down next to him, pouring the rest of the red paint on himself and stuffing the paint can in the hay.
The woman was quiet now after the beating she had taken and the man led her by the arm towards where the boys were lying. The boys did their best to not even breathe as they heard the footsteps come closer and closer and then stopped. It was quiet. A loud scream broke the silence. The woman had seen two naked boys covered in blood lying in the hay. "Is that what you are going to do to me?" she screamed and then began sobbing uncontrollably. The man turned and saw the boys "What the *#@$ is this?" He said. The woman kept crying and repeating over and over "Please don't kill me, please don't kill me. I won't tell anyone about these boys, just don't kill me." There was a loud crack as he the man hit her again with the flashlight. "SHUT UP! ...I didn't kill these boys. I don't know where the hell they came from. Just let me think for a minute." and then it was quiet.
Hank and Jim did their best not to move a muscle. Hank prayed that neither the man or woman was looking but he didn't dare check and see. He had to take a breath. His chest moved up and down slightly but no one seemed to notice. He was relieved. Then the man said to the woman "Stay right here, I need to get something from my car. If you so much as move I swear I will kill your whole family." The man left. He climbed down the ladder and left the barn.
Then silence.
There was no way to tell how long they all lay there but Jim guessed it had been about forty minutes. Every now and then the woman would cry, but then she would stop and just sniffle until she cried again. Jim was hoping that the man had decided that he didn't want to deal with the chance of getting charged with three murders instead of just one and had just left the woman here and ran. But it had been so quiet and he had listened for a car engine but hadn't heard any. Jim wanted to ask the woman how far away the man was parked, but also didn't think it was safe to reveal that they weren't dead yet. The other thought he kept having was that the man was just making room for the two extra bodies. Jim thought he heard a car door close... but he wasn't sure. Now he was just waiting for an engine or for the barn door...
Suddenly Jim felt something... It startled him. It was someone's hand on his genitals. He screamed "What the hell?" At this both the woman and Hank were startled and yelled out. The sight of the once dead boys now coming to life scared the woman so terribly that she screamed and screamed and then passed out. The man who actually had been arranging his car so that he could transport the other bodies without getting any blood on his seats, was now just outside the barn. He heard the woman screaming bloody murder and heard the other man's voice. He figured that whoever had killed the boys was up there hacking away at his would be victim and he got scared. He ran to his car and drove away determined to put as much distance between him ad that barn as he could.
When Jim and Hank heard the screeching wheels of the man's car they knew he had left and quickly got dressed and left the unconscious woman in the barn, riding away on their bikes.
BUT WHOSE HAND WAS IT?
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