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SET: dark.
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SCREEN-C: Title caption
SOUND: Self, Trak-3 (Stewardess), 35-seconds into song... 1st part in dark,
2nd part (static voice) with caption, 3rd part where voice stops do seque
to AirItalia.mov
SCREEN-C: AirItalia takeoff
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Onboard an airplane. Faust sitting behind two passengers, who are talking.
VALERIE: Sunrise.
TIM: Sunset.
VALERIE: Sunrise
TIM: Sunset!
VALERIE: Sunrise!
TIM: Excuse me, but it's been dark for hours. Now the sky's starting to
look orange. I think that's pretty much the working definition of Sunrise.''
VALERIE: Sunset. Get your compass out, Tim. That's West, not East. Our
plane is catching up to the Sun. You watch, after we land in New Orleans,
it'll go back down again and everything will be dark again--
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SCREEN-L: Plane windows frame over awesome sunset clouds
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Computer beeps.
To:faust@volkerwanderung.div.air, ETC...
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SCREEN-C: spam list of email addresses
SOUND: Kimba's voice, reading huge autolayered spam list of email addresses.
Layered with creshendo of Mef's theme.
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From: mef@www.fables.fantasies.com
Subject: Time we give away
24free hours!
Unlimited, uncensored online access!
Your own homepage!
Sound good? Read on...
For soon you could live
like a lord,
and astonish the world
as a great infomancer.
The longer it goes on,
the more of yourself,
your art,
your business
can become the glare
on millions of screens
across the country.
The world.
Forget all hesitations,
forget all paralysis
and in highly illuminated state
rise out of yourself,
yet never transcend
but remain the same,
though raised
to your proper stature, etc., usw.!
Let us know ASAP
if you wish to accept
this limited offer of a lifetime!
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SCREEN-C: text of message scrolling vertically.
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Reach for us at: http://www-dada-reasons-1
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SCREEN-C: text/picts of Mef's address reasons1-2.html
scrolling horizontally.
SOUND: spike find sound samples for each picture?
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P.S. (note to kimba: read 'B.S') Don't pass us,
Don't live to miss,
P.P.S Draw your sword
You'll never be bored
P.P.P.S. Rise up!
Get a pen!
That address again: http://www-dada-reasons-2
scrolled horizontan
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SCREEN-C: hyperfast scroll of 2nd address reasons1-2.html
SOUND: flange Kimba's voice (like jet engine) reading address
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Chris looks around plane, to see if anyone heard that, which they apparently
didn't. He begins typing reply
REPLY To:mef@www.fables.fantasies.com
Subject: Re: Time we give away Are you the owner of this laptop. If so,
how--
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SCREEN-C: text Faust types
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FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Sorry, Sir, you'll have to turn off all electronic devices.
CHRIS: I have to finish this message. Just 30 seconds. (he keeps typing)
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Sir, turn it off NOW.
CHRIS (hugs laptop): No! You don't understand.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: I don't understand? Perhaps you'd like to quote FAA regulation
666-J for me to refresh my memory?
(she motions for some help)
CHRIS: Ok. Sorry. I just don't want this out of my hands-- I got a deal!
I got a deal! How about I promise--
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: How about I hold onto the batteries.
She takes the batteries out've the thing.
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---OR: WE EXTEND THE ACTION THIS WAY---
Overhead cabin messages start to spontaneously play.
SPEAKER: ``Thank you for not smoking-- upright and locked-- electronic
devices or-- duty free--- turbulence--''
Flight attendant(s) starts looking around cabin for problem. Checking passengers,
confiscating walkmen, radios, etc...
SPEAKER: ``Captain-- refrain from using-- Please-- Captain-- refrain from
using-- the bar--''
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Sorry, Sir, you'll have to turn off all electronic devices.
CHRIS: I have to finish this message. Just 30 seconds. (he keeps typing)
SPEAKER: ``Flight attendants-- Please-- turn on the-- 1st class passengers--''
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Sir, turn it off NOW. We've had aero-electric geosych
communications entering the cabin. We're requesting that all passengers
with electronic equipment please shut it off at this time.
CHRIS (hugs laptop): No! You don't understand.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: I don't understand? Perhaps you'd like to quote FAA regulation
666-J for me to refresh my memory?
(she motions for some help)
(then chris looks over at the laptop and the FAA website is right there
on his screen!)
CHRIS: regulation 666-J... flight attendants sole reserved rite in this
case is confiscation of the battery, [Latin emphasized text: persuant sum
cumma sola]
CHRIS: Ok. Sorry. I just don't want this out of my hands-- I got a deal!
I got a deal! How about I promise--
Flight attendant takes the batteries out've the laptop.
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SOUND: cut'n'pasted overhead messages from flight attendants, "The
Captain has turned on the-- 1st class passengers"
SCREEN-C: FAA website.
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(more loud voices starting to build during Faust's arguement w/ flight
attendant)
VALERIE: Sunrise!
TIM: Sunset!
VALERIE: Sunrise. The guide in Rome said that Lady in the statue was staring
at Sunrise!
TIM: Sunrise! Read the caption in the guidebook.
VALERIE: Let's see... It was Bernini, right... Here it is:
Valerie reads from the book very dryly, scimming thru. Chris starts to
listen as she reads.
VALERIE: ``I was amazed at this Light which seems to spring forth for though
I might long for it labour for it and annihilate myself in the effort to
obtain it I can do nothing towards procuring a single spark of it myself
because it all comes of the good grace of--''
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SCREEN-R: St. Teresa sculpture
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(computer buzzes. Chris sits back down in seat)
CHRIS: The Computer!?
MEF: Me, Mef, again.
Pity who severed us.
Only got half your answer,
Computus Interuptus.
None-the-more-or-less
Alas, my greetings again, sir.
Oh me?
Oh Mef?
I'm fine--
But screw these pesky, ascii textuals
All man's fonts dry my taste
Before-none afterall, it's my dime,
so let's switch, bate-papo, e.haste
to my personal chat-line:
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SCREEN-C: typed text
SCREEN-C: interactive transmission
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MEF: Are you by chance the prime-minister?
If so may we chat? Here's a chit:
You don't beat them with bombs,
You defeat them with bits!
The Gulf War? the communications towers?
I was there at the fall.
Aim at their info, commander,
and you've got'em by the balls.
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SCREEN-C: Klaus pixpup
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MEF: Or perhaps you're a banker?
Eying jaggedy graphs of cash I bet.
Butt-loads of bitwise dubloons,
E-gads of e-cash runes.
I offer my precision predictions,
of booms, busts, future directions,
odds on pork-bellies or Tuesday's cockfight.
Trade with me on the Net,
(click of teeth) trade at the speed of light!
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SCREEN-C: Scratch pixpup
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MEF: No answer?
Deep in thought?
Are you a preacher?
A man of the cloth?
Oh dear... oh my... But that's fine.
You're entitled to your say---
Say! I'll put your church online!
Spread your Mass to the masses
Your Host to the most-est.
Give them all accounts!
Let God sort it out.
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SCREEN-C: Magdellan pixpup
SOUND: Spike's Stevie Wonder plant
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CHRIS (typing): I'm Dr. Chris Wagner.
MEF: Of course!
(mef pixpup starts dancing to music)
MEF: your email betrays you
you're no .org or .gov or .com
But an innocent .E-D-U
A man of the mind
Perhaps my favorite kind.
Tell me what doth the good Doc persue?
What goose do you chase? What is it you do?
CHRIS: Right now, trying to dig out of a hole.
I'm scheduled to give a talk tommorow at a conference,
but what I was gonna talk on didn't pan out.
I would've cancelled it, but I don't even have enuff money left after Nepal
to change flights.
Unless-- is there a way to use this laptop to log-in to my lab back at
Rice?
I can dig up some old data on that rat endorphin synthetase--
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SCREEN-C: Kekko pixpup-1
(I've got others too)
SOUND: Spike's Police sample (Oh my Police)
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MEF (singing to melody of Snow-white and 7 dwarves):
Ho-hum, Ho-hum, catalogue more pond-scum...
(regular voice:) You're dealing w/ an un-limited service provider, kid.
And you beg for chump change like a bum,
Ever since your fall
Your race has dreamed so small.
(7 dwarves voice:) Ho-hum, so-glum, hey dopey pass the rum..
CHRIS: Look I do want more
I want the more that never stops
To be in front of that Light and forever stare!
MEF (yawning): Hmm... not bad, but still commonly fair
CHRIS: What's more than finding that perfect vision?
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SCREEN-C: Kimba pixpup
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MEF: It's one kind of thrill
To bask in the Sun,
But step closer young Voyeur,
You've only begun.
Who is closer
to the ultimate rush?
The audience,
or him wielding the brush?
Timeless are visions,
fleeting is sight.
Give the old man a rest,
You make the Light!
Take that vision,
take that dream,
give it some Umph!
Jack it thru me
Design a beginning!
With pixels and Light!
Jack it so bright
it blinds mortals sight.
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SCREEN-C: Kekko-pixpup-2
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Sunlight begins to stream into cabin of plane.
MEF: Take me along,
I'm yours for a song,
Yet I can guarantee
Your creative act
Will end in such ec-sta-sy!
Such a man, such a pact,
I'll waive my setup fee.
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LIGHTS: orange stagelight SCREEN-C: use sunset
explosion clip as breathing pixpuppet
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