Oh nose

Yeah, so I didn't do the writing I wanted to do yesterday.  I did a lot of good things, but not that thing.  After dinner with everyone (where I was tragically Chicken Tikki Masala'd to death) I met up with two guys from my community group.  They're four or five years younger than me; one works for Microsoft on Windows Messenger, and the other is a bio researcher for the University of Washington.  ...
We're doing a class for some kids at Jubilee Reach starting this Wednesday.  We'll be teaching them how to use a camera, how to use free editing software, and eventually how to upload their video onto YouTube.  I hope some kids come, but even more I hope we make good instructors.  
It felt weird... these two guys seem a lot further along in their lives than me, but I was the one who had to plant the flag and insist we not use copyrighted music, or allow the kids to do so.  It's not about whether the law is dumb; it's about whether you are going to honor the institutions God has set up or not.  This morning I read Romans thirteen, which made me feel a little better about having to be That Guy.  Anyway, we don't want any parents to be able to point at Jubilee and say "They're teaching our kids bad morals!". 

Last night I had an idea for a short film I want to make as a demo for the kids.

The Punch
Directed by J. David Williams; Runtime 1 minute

Camera fades in from black to a suburban street.  No music, just birds and distant cars.  Ramblers and hedges.  Cut to a young man walking roughly towards the camera.
Cut to a house.  A man comes out to pick up the newspaper at the end of his driveway.  Walks, picks it up.  Opens it and begins to read the headline.  After a second, he gets a strange expression and looks to his left.  
 Cut to the young man walking.  Eye contact between the two.  Ceaseless rage envelops the younger man. Squealing metal riffs begin to play.  He charges forward.
Cut to the man with the paper.  The music stops whenever the camera is on him.  His expression is blank, early morning lack of comprehension.
Camera jumps between the two men multiple times.  The young man charges headlong towards the older man, somewhat excessively.  Finally he reaches his quarry.
Slow motion, he lunges forward with the world's most devastating fist.
Fist approaches camera.
Camera approaches man's face.
Side shot of fist reaching face, cut to stock footage of an atomic explosion.
...
The man with the paper is fine.  He looks down.  Cut to empty sneakers on the ground next to him, smoke wafting from them.  He folds the paper under his arm and walks away from the camera, back into the house.
Fade to black.

- J