Thursday, July 22, 2004

Just Call Me 'High Concept'

This column is supported, literally, by paper. I have little scraps of paper all over my desk with fragments of ideas or dialogue that I want to eventually use. It looks like a big pile of trash, and sometimes it reads that way, but it's the only way I seem to be able to keep track of what I want to write about.

It's not unusual that a few days or even weeks might elapse between writing down the idea and actually using it. That also means that sometimes I'll pick up a scrap of paper, read it, and have absolutely no idea what the hell I was thinking when I wrote it down. Here are two I found today:

Hamburgers always have something to do with it.
Monkeys wearing underpants.

Your guess is as good as mine.

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