I've been thinking lately that, given ridiculous amounts of free time, I should form a production company I would call it Dr. Geek Ubermedia
A roadside museum attraction called "Remember the time (with her)" dedicated to the leading ladies of Michael Jackson videos. At the best count that I can muster, there are about six women on the list from almost 25 years of video making: Ola Ray (Thriller), Tatiana Thumbtzen (The Way You Make Me Feel), Iman (Remember The Time), Naomi Campbell (In The Closet), Janet Jackson (Scream), and Lisa Maria Presley (You Are Not Alone). A good sized "double wide" trailer should be good enough... Each woman would have a small shrine in a separate closet... except for Janet, who would have a full size anatomically correct mannequin in the middle of the living room (tattoos and all). Hopefully, I could get video loops of Quincy Jackson, Camille Paglia, and Carson Kressly (of Queer Eye) deconstructing Michael Jackson's videos, the importance of women in them, and why he bothers having women in them at all. It probably wouldn't draw worth a damn... but I figure that if I couple it with a roadside produce stand that sold regionally made candies, jams and jellies, and had a two headed snake in a big empty aquarium, Dr. Geek Ubermedia could make a buck or two.
A movie sequel to the film Dumb and Dumber entitled Dumb and Dumber 3: The Road To Dumbville. The one line tag: Hope and Crosby were never like this.
The last Dumb and Dumber sequel lacked some serious star power. So this one will be a road trip with a million guest stars to play blithering idiots that Harry and Lloyd meet on the way to visit Lloyd's long lost family. I figure it shouldn't be hard to get the likes of Bobcat Goldthwait, Paul Reubens, Randy Quaid, Christopher Lloyd, William Sanderson, Charles Nelson Reilly, Don Knotts, Tim Conway, and the Grand Master of them all -- Jerry Lewis. Hopefully, a competent director could lay in just enough social satire that, when coupled with the Jerry Lewis role, the movie would play well in France... if nowhere else. Hmmm... maybe the best strategy would be to simply sell the screenplay and then attribute it to "Alan Smithee" in order to protect my reputation for future projects.
On the music side, I could put together a band called the "Wah Waaz". It would be a funk/reggae/fusion outfit with a schizophrenic penchant for late 60's rock & funk, 70's disco, 80's rap, and 90's hard core heavy metal. It would be fronted by a slap-bass playing refugee from a 70's P-Funk "Dr. Funkenstien" show simply called "Superfro". All non-vocal and non-percussion instruments would use wah-wah petals. I could already see ripping 10 minute versions of "Get up (I feel like being a) sex machine", "We are family", "Jive talkin'", "Ace of spades", "All along the watch tower", "Gonna make you sweat (everybody dance now)", and "Enter sandman".
on 2004-07-26 at 2:12 p.m.
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