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Screenplay: Discovery Park Cougar Patrol

FADE IN:
INT. MOVIE STUDIO HEAD’S OFFICE, HOLLYWOOD – DAY

The STUDIO HEAD sits at the head of a conference table. STAFF sit around the table, LOOKING NERVOUS.

STUDIO HEAD

Who here is wondering why you’re at work on Memorial Day? You? Yeah, you there. You wondering?

JUNIOR PRODUCER

Uhm… isn’t it Labor Day?

STUDIO HEAD

I’m not surprised you don’t wonder why you’re here. People who don’t wonder, don’t notice either. Have any of you noticed that your work stinks? I mean, really, have any of you noticed? You?

JUNIOR PRODUCER
(Fearfully)

I, uh, wonder. Er, notice. Uhm, wonder if I’ve noticed.

The STUDIO HEAD shoots him a WITHERING LOOK.

STUDIO HEAD

This is what I’ve noticed: Wildlife stuff is hot. Everyone wants it. Animals, animals, animals. And what do we have? Nothing to compete with “The Great Raccoon Battle,” that’s what we have. Nothing. Who’s got something for me? Something with animals? Anyone? You?

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The First Raccoon Story

Sneaky Eurotrash raccoon showing how it's done. (From Wikipedia.)

Sneaky Eurotrash raccoon showing how it's done. (From Wikipedia.)

Last night, I had a very strange raccoon encounter, which prompted me to track down this story I wrote about the raccoons that plagued my life one summer several years ago. I wrote this for a message board that I was active on at the time. Last night’s events deserve to be more fully-documented as well, and I hope to get to that in good time.

When I lived on the second floor of a duplex in the Fremont neighborhood of Seattle, we became aware of the presence of a raccoon family in the vicinity. The first time I met them was when I arrived home at about 9:00 PM and discovered the mama raccoon and her two half-grown kits were enjoying the summer evening on our front porch. After a brief exchange in which I made an abortive sortie towards the stairs and they countered by arching their backs, getting big, and hissing, I granted them temporary ownership of the porch while I settled for temporary ownership of a barstool at the Triangle Tavern for an hour or so. When I returned, they were gone.

A few nights later, both the upstairs and downstairs units were thrown open for my best friend’s bachelor party. As best man, it was my duty to stay up until the bitter end, and so it was at about 5:00 AM when I found myself on the porch, drunk out of my mind, with one of my oldest friends, watching the raccoons return from an evening’s activity to their home in the enormous willow tree at the funeral home across the street.

Other raccoon sightings and encounters followed, none of any great significance until the night we heard an odd noise and Cat went to investigate. She let out a strange cry, and I followed her to see what prompted it. I found her in the kitchen, pointing at the window. “They were taking the cat food!” she exclaimed. Continue reading ›

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Smoked Egg Salad Sandwich

I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and I finally tried it. I smoked eggs. Continue reading ›

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The Unified Food Theory

What kind of universe could contain something called "the Milky Way?" A tasty universe.

What kind of universe could contain something called "the Milky Way?" A tasty universe.

Recently, through protracted discussion, it has become clear that the commonly accepted formula

u = w

in which “u” is You and “w” is what you eat, is incorrect.

Although it has an intuitive ring to it, “you are what you eat” is perhaps too simplistic to describe the relation of the individual to comestibles. A slightly more complex formula shows the direction of inquiry that might best lead to a better understanding:

u = w * h

in which “h” is the amount eaten, measured in Joules, because it’s a unit of measurement as well as a homonym for the name of one of the title characters in a famous movie by François Truffaut, with whom many Americans are only familiar from his acting role in “Close Encounters of the Third Kind.” I bet those aliens ate some cool food.

Still, this only gets us closer to the core of the individual. There are other factors to be considered as well. For example:

u = (w * h) / (c / (l * d))

Here we see that you are the total of what you eat multiplied by the amount eaten, with the result divided by a qualitative assessment of your dining companions (a separate formula to be worked out later) divided by the result of multiplying the fanciness of the dining location by the remaining balance, or lack thereof, on your debit card.

Beginning with the autumn 2009 school year, elementary school students across the country will participate in a poster contest, in which their awareness of this simple concept will be raised as they competitively illustrate it with crayons and construction paper. This contest will run simultaneously with the re-running of the “Rapeling Down the Food Dodecahedron” contest from last spring, which resulted in not a single child in the United States submitting a poster that correctly illustrated the dietary principles in question.

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First Cap’n Crunch, Now General Motors

General Motors' finest moment.

General Motors' finest moment.

It was sad enough when I learned the tragic story that stalled Cap’n Crunch’s naval career, but now I’m stunned to find out that General Motors has been relieved of active duty by President Obama. As when Ike stripped General MacArthur of his command in Korea, once again the Commander in Chief has made a leadership decision that will be debated for years to come.

Motors’ speech today lacked the panache that MacArthur had when he made his final address to Congress. If I’d had a chance to write something for “GM” (as the boys in the Goodwrench Brigade like to call him) to read, I might just have gone back to the most famous paragraph of MacArthur’s goodbye, and rewritten it for this new occasion. Heck, why don’t I just go ahead and do that?

When I started making the Hummer, even before the turn of the century, it was the fulfillment of all of my boyish hopes and dreams. The world has turned over many times since I destroyed all the electric cars, and the hopes and dreams have long since vanished, but I still remember the refrain of one of the most popular barrack ballads from when I was first incorporated which proclaimed most proudly that “old soldiers never die; they just fade away.”

[Reference: General Douglas MacArthur, Farewell Address to Congress]

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What We Found in the Ivy

ivy_lgThis treasure trove appears to have been deliberately ditched in the ivy, probably after being stolen. When we found it in 2006, it included a receipt from a couple of years earlier. The passage of time was not kind to the CDs, none of which were salvageable.

The full size version of the image is 1.7 meg, but for the price of a little download time you’ll get to see handwritten profanity, magnified composting, and possible imagery of dead pill bugs.

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germany craigslist > cars & trucks – by government

2009 OPEL, Classic German Automaker – Best Offer (Rüsselsheim)
Reply to:sale-fzcpve-1219688I6041@craigslist.org
Date: 2009-05-30, 11:20AM PDT

This isn’t just a car but a whole car company! First introduced for the 1863 model year as a sewing machine maker, Opel needs a little work, but some elbow grease could really make it shine. Prefer to sell complete, but will considering parting out.

1972-opel-gt-261

Image swiped from www.4x4offroads.com

Note to potential buyers: This transaction will require two checks for different amounts, one made out to “Germany, Federal Republic of” and one to “General Motors and United States of America.” THIS IS LEGIT! NOT A SCAM!!!!!!

(Reposting this after failing to reach agreement with a potential Italian buyer. It looks like someone from Canada may be coming to get it, but they have to take a trip to Russia first. If they flake out, we might just park the company on the street with the keys in it, and post it in the “free” section.)

[Background: TIMELINE-11th-hour deal saves Opel]

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The Crunch Mutiny

The other day a friend of mine wondered aloud why Cap’n Crunch hasn’t been promoted after all these years. Never one to shy away from important research, I did some digging and discovered the story behind his career stagnation. Here’s an excerpt from the relevant section:
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Although he was exonerated in a formal tribunal, Crunch’s Naval superiors never regained their former complete trust in him after First Officer Rabbit seized control of Crunch’s vessel and disappeared into uncharted reaches of the South Pacific while his fellow mutineers chanted ‘Trix is for sailors!’ Particularly troubling was the fact that all of the officers who remained loyal to Crunch agreed that Ensign Leprechaun was among their number when they were set adrift in a dinghy, yet none could explain his disappearance, nor the presence in their pockets of large amounts of the blue diamonds which he had resourcefully smuggled off the ship in the chaos of rebellion.

Despite having had been given no provisions in the dinghy, the survivors appeared well-fed when they were later rescued. No foul play was proven, but dogged by unsavory suspicions, Crunch failed to achieve the rank of Admiral, a position for which he had seemed destined following his heroic leadership in the raid on the Honeycomb Hideout.

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I’m Reblorganizing

Howdy.

I’ve decided to make a clearer separation between myself as an exercise in branding (Brook Ellingwood™, manager, strategist, media solutions architect, and masters student! Cleans as he polishes!) and myself as a human being (Brook! He cracks jokes, likes to cook, procrastinates on household projects, and is looking forward to a punk rock reunion in Spokane this summer!).

You can find out all about the branded me at BrookEllingwood.com. This will free Beacon Standard up to be what I’d originally intended for it to be: An outlet for more personal and creative stuff, touching on the things important to me besides managing digital media properties. Ye Olde “Beacon Standard Spin” blog has been archived, but if the future if I feel that any of the old posts deserve another lease on life, I’ll give it to them. For the time being though, I’m ready to start Beacon Standard from scratch.

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