Triacs (27) Celebrity Circus

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Triacs (27)

Celebrity Circus 

EXT: Long Beach California Marina-P.M.

Interviewer from NBC talking to Jennifer about incident

Interviewer

"Miss Jennifer right?"

Jennifer

"Actually, I'm Marcia, Marcia Quinn...why do you ask?"

Interviewer

"Okay, well Marcia, we had detailed information that you were the harboring of a federally controlled hydrogen refractor, a Triac if you will?

Jennifer (laughing)

"Harboring what...I guess you could call it whatever, it makes bullets explode where they're at, that's about all I know about the silly toy, what's the deal?

Interviewer

"Well, if this is true, where do you manage to, what would be your goal in keeping it?"

Jennifer

"At this point your just blowing smoke up my ass...but I kind of liking your angle here, keep going!"

Interviewer

"Okay, so your not out on anyone, best we can figure, right?"

Jennifer

"So what the crap is this all about anyway, I never had control of the device, I didn't invent this thing!"

Interviewer

"Yes, but are you still in possession?

REACHING INTO HER BAG,  SHE PULLS OUT THE MINI STEREO SPEAKER LOOKING DEVICE, HOLDING IT OUT FOR THE CAMERA TO SEE

Jennifer

"You mean this thing?"

Everybody pulling back a step as they really see the device close up.

Interviewer

"Ah yea, so that's the real deal, wow, small and..."

Jennifer

"Totally deadly as a..."

Interviewer

"Yea, we get your drift Miss Jennifer, back to Eyewitness News back in the newsroom Marcia... 

(Scene Switch)


FBI Agent Ellison and Lieutenant Crum are in route to the pier at Seal Beach. As they are nearing they spot several media groups from local tv stations waiting in anticipation for Jennifer's arrival.


FBI Agent Ellison

"This can't be happening, she's already got the press eating out of hand!"


Lieutenant Crum

"Yea, this wouldn't look to good, if we tried taking her in over here, what's the next move?"


Ellison

"Just lay back, maintain surveillance, and when everything calms down, we make our move."


Crum

Knowing this bitch, she'll probably claim that we've been stalking her!"


Ellison

"Yea, harrasement or something...but she's still has possession of that device, don't even know if it still works or not, but..."


Crum

"No offence, but I don't want to be one of her testes, if you know what I mean, kinda like that surveillance idea..."


Ellison

"Thought you would..."


(Scene Switch)


Back on the water taxi, Jennifer has already got the crew bringing her snacks and glasses of wine. The first mate is rubbing her back, while a crew grunt is rubbing her feet.


Jennifer

"You boys are amazing...first saving my life, and now treating me like royalty...a girl could really take a fancy to this kind of service, I really appreciate you saving me like you did!"


First Mate

"We welcome you Miss Jennifer, your beauty takes me in, like a butterfly who came through the air...such energy, and loveliness!"


Jennifer

More like just fell out of the sky (everybody laughing), but I see your thoughts, I know my perfection, I have been blessed with sweets like you to worship me if you must, I tend to have that effect...but the important thing is that I am here now, please enjoy my company while I'm here, time is fleeting...


Sea Taxi starts to approach pier at Seal Beach. Media Circus starts to develop as reporters await Jennifer's arrival. Ambulance on stand-by. They tie up ferry, and Jennifer makes her debut, her exit to the ramp. Making her way down the ramp, reporters are clamoring with questions. 


Mixed Media (All At Once)

"Miss Jennifer, how did you survive the fall?", "Are you all right, did someone push you or something?", "Are you being stalked for your beauty?", "Do you need a date tonight?", "Can I buy you a drink?", "How do you like Long Beach, you tasted the water...any good?", "Have any sisters?"


Jennifer says nothing, just smiles and waves. She spots an executive limousine, walking over to the well dressed driver taking a smoke just outside the car.


Jennifer To Driver

"Care to give a girl a lift, seems I'm being stalked here?"


Driver To Jennifer

"You have dinero, nobody ride for free?"


Jennifer

"I have a little black AMEX with your name all over it."


Driver

"Well then...we depart pronto...good?"



As they drive off, reporters running to their associated vehicles, taking route behind Limo that's now speeding away.

FBI Agent Ellison and Lieutenant Crum just staring at each other, stunned!


Ellison

"Did she just manage to escape?"


Crum

"Yea, you blinked...have to watch that...eyes wide open at all times sir, I tell ya...girl's a trip!"



Limo on Highway One-Pacific Coast Highway heading north back toward Long Beach.


Driver into Intercom

"Lady, what's your name, where are we going?"


Jennifer trying to find transmit button, starts yelling from back of Limo, looking out back window at trailing media circus.

"My name is Jennifer, hit the 5, then get on the 10 to Santa Monica...we're being followed, step on it...lose them understand?"


Driver

"Okay Miss Jennifer, but this is a Limo, not a race car!"


(Scene Switch)


Limo picks up speed, starts doing series of lane changes, going in and out of emergency lanes. Picks up interest from lone Highway Patrol cruiser, who also notices the large circus of media trucks in chase.


Highway Patrol Officer on radio

"Dispatch, unit 23, in pursuit of Limo on 5, marker 17 going north being pursued by media trucks, ten-four?"


Dispatcher

"Ten-Four 23, I'm contacting air support for observation, ten-four?"


(Scene Switch)


Jennifer busily removing the two nine volt batteries from the Vivitar camera strobe she stole from the man she accosted on the Queen Mary. Fitting the batteries into the bottom of the Triac. Jennifer talking to herself.

"Come to Mama my sweets, there you go!"

She turns switch on seeing three led's turning bright green.


Jennifer to herself

"There you go, a little water didn't hurt you at all, now did it?"


Limo proceeds to go in and out of traffic, driver seeing Highway Patrol car with lights blinking, coming up quickly.


Driver On Intercom

"Miss Jennifer, the police want me to pull over, I don't want any trouble...sorry!"


Jennifer Smiling

"Don't be sorry, no trouble at all, let's see what the nice officer wants..."


Limo makes stop, officer get's out with media circus now pulled over too, some 100 yards back.

 Driver rolling window down


Driver

"Yes officer, I sorry, but client demanded that I be quick!"


Officer

"A little too quick, let's see that licence and registration if you don't mind?"

Driver handing him documents.


Driver

"I really sorry, I never been in trouble before!"


Officer

"We'll see, who you got back there anyway?"


Driver

"It's Miss Jennifer, very pretty..."


Officer

"Anniston?"


"No, no I don't know, I not see her before, but she popular with TV people."


Officer looking at line of trucks, walks over to each one telling them to leave or they will be cited. Walking back to patrol car he enters Driver's data into computer, notices recent All Points Bulletin in side box for Jennifer Quinn listing aliases.

Officer starts to laugh to himself

"That couldn't be the same bitch that's in back there, no way?"


Walking back up, hands documents back to driver


Officer

"Look, I'm going to cut you a little slack here, but I'm going to need to talk to talk to your rider first, okay?"


Driver

"I don't care, thank you for being nice, not shoot me, I need to keep day job...many Chihuahuas to feed...clean record stay, very good."


Driver pushes intercom

"Miss Jennifer, officer says he talk to you, okay?"


Jennifer"Oh really, well bring him on!"


Officer tapping on back door of Limo, Jennifer powering down window.


Jennifer

"Yes Officer, how may I help you?"


Officer recognizing printout photo as being her.


H.P. Officer

"Well, it seems that you need to come quietly with me, you match our photo here, and your the one the feds, heck everybody has been looking for."


Jennifer

"Really now...everyone, well isn't that something, looking for little 'ol me, wonder why...say, do you know why?"


H.P. Officer

"No Mam, I'm just trying to do my job here, now come on...I need to cuff you."


Jennifer produces Triac from between her clevage

"Ever see one of these?"


Officer shakes head

"No, looks like one of them powered speaker things for your radio, I don't know?"


Jennifer

"No, it's not a speaker, but it does speak!"


H.P. Officer (getting frustrated with her games)

"Mam, would you please exit the car now!"


Jennifer laughing

"Why officer, don't you want  to see how it speaks?"


Officer reaches into inside of door to unlock it

"Mam, I've had just about enough of you...now come..."


Jennifer switches Triac on causing the 9 millimeter gun the officer's wearing to blow the complete clip, ripping open the right side of his pelvis, bleeding him out, killing him instantly. Blood splattered onto left side of Limo, with Jennifer catching splotches, too.


Jennifer hitting intercom

"Now hit the road, we don't have all day here!"


Driver confused and nervous. floors Limo, leaving deceased officer laying partially in the street


Driver

"What happened Miss Jennifer, why did he blow up like that?"


Jennifer

"I don't know...bad timing I guess, who knows...now get to Santa Monica, you don't want me late for my hair appointment...no tip for you otherwise, you hear me?"


Driver

"Of course, no late...I hurry, I hurry!"



(scene close)

Electromagnetic Pulse (EMP)

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Electromagnetic Pulse

If your not familiar with the term or the device, then turn off your cell phone...like forever...at least a couple of years. This is technology of a device which is fairly easy to construct with cavities of plutonium and cesium 132, radio isotopes that when imploded above any ranging grid work (i.e. our power grid system) would cause immense damage to out social and economic system, life as we know it! 

An EMP would paralyse everything we know about our own existence. It's in the bandwidth of gamma rays, which when imploded above, say Kansas, would create a capacitive nightmare. All lifted ground systems such as our nation's power grid system, which typically runs at about 260, 000 volts, adjusted down through the communities on a 17,500 volt secondary stage, would all essentially ground out!

Electrons, they just love to commit suicide by going to ground. If they can't they hang around and collect to "like" charges until they get their chance to discharge. Like when one wears rubber shoes, even flip-flops, you walk across the carpet building that charge up, touch the elevator button, and zap...your electrons have just bit the dust through your fingertips.

Don't bother trying to call your friends either, cause your cell phone has bit the dust, atm's shorted out (no cash, no service), water won't run, pumps want work, can't get water, can't flush the toilet (isn't this cute), no radio, no tv, car won't run either (on-board computers been zapped), and like I said, that fancy smartphone you so much Love will just be a discarded piece of junk!

We will all be basically screwed, as the street people and the idle zombies (the one's on anti-depressants and the like), start wandering the dark neighborhoods looking for food since all the stores will be empty. After a short period, they may give up on regular food and just decide to eat you. The stories are real and you should pay attention to what I'm presenting here. Some have proposed a Faraday cage, where you can encapsulate your precious electronics, but there want be any electricity to run the cell towers, because the power supplies have all been short circuited. 

The Bilderburger Group, composed of no telling how many billionaires who control trillions say, We have a population problem of global proportion. The overall consensus seems to be mandatory reduction of our human inventory. You've got to freak a bit listening to the logic of these social elitists!

We can only synthesize food to a point. As it is, McDonald's dollar menu is little more than wood chips soaked in beef tallow. Mm, Um, no wonder I'm still hungry as the termites invade my body. Like I said most major countries have this this devise in their stockpile (including North Korea), it's only a matter of time before somebody sparks one of these guys up over the United States, instantly taking us back to the stone age. Boy, now isn't "that" a pleasant thought?

 

Welcome To Austin (Part 3)

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Welcome To Austin (Part 3)

Well, there you have it, we worked for five days, morning, noon, and night and finished up principle and secondary shooting in record time...why such a rush you ask?

Because I'm just still trying to get my foot in the door with all this, so if I can save the suits and the check book lady a little coin, I just might be invited back! Very fickle business...remember that old saying, "Your only as good as your last project?" Well in this business, one moment your on cloud nine doing a project and the next moment your murmuring something into a stranger's car window with the phrase, "You want fries with that?"

Either way, Austin was a lot of fun and I hope to be back soon, production crew or not. Would like to thank everyone for wonderful hospitality, good food, and a truly memorable experience. 

                                                                                              Take care and be good,

                                                                                                                         Kirk Carter

And now for a poem-

                                                                                  

Jewel Of The West

Went down to Austin, to do some production;

What I found was true country pride.

With the old time flair, of a city that dared;

To show a big city, no one sighed.

And to the creed, of Austin's seed;

The emotional spirit of many.

And with glee, for all to see;

Their labor was worth every penny!

A stew of attitude, with gratitude;

It's history still has all it's splendor.

So, if you want to take a poke, tell a joke;

Austin has plenty to tender.

Go about the land, make your plan, your in America, land of the free;

Just bring along your gumption, don't bring no assumption;
Cause you'll end up something like me!

So, Austin in the short visit, I feel such appeal;
And I thank you for the hospitality and fun. 
The euphoric days, in the Artistic haze;
I think I got too much sun!

Welcome To Austin (Part 2)

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Welcome To Austin (Part 2)

Yesterday we finally buckled down to some principle production for "A to Z". The lady who rented us the 2 story landmark at 7th and Guadalupe was basking on the sun deck at the Omni Hotel where we put her up, when I went to get the keys. She requested that we not forget to feed the dogs (which consisted of a large poodle and something that looked like a Chihuahua sized rat), other than that the house worked out perfectly!

Later we went to the Coyote on 6th, ended up tossing back a few toddies and I did my impression of what I thought a line dance should look like. Michelle said, "Now she was the one embarrassed" saying "That it looked like something best reserved for Soul Train!"

After that, we cabbed over to the Capital buildings, did the tour of the dome, then onto the Governor's Mansion. Didn't see Rick Perry, but you could sense he had been around recently...hard to explain.

Odd thing about Austin, everybody is just so laid back, just doing their own thing. It's like a Cowboy version of Venice or Muscle Beach, "Just don't mess with me, I'm just enjoying myself!" Don't remember much after that...us your imagination?

Till next time from Austin, take care and good luck with whatever your doing...

                                                                         Kirk Carter

                                                                           Austin, Texas

Welcome To Austin (Part 1)

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Welcome To Austin (Part 1)

Went and saw Suzanne Vega at the State Theater last night. She remembered me (say what...yea, I worked with her at H.O.B., too!) It was all I could do to keep Michelle from climbing all over her. Bisexuals can be embarrassing at times. Unlike guys who have to keep their emotions in check, girlie pleasures are like open season...no permit required!

Went to Caritas for lunch while ago. Walked up, seeing this big line, but it was moving quickly. The one odd looking guard was caring double 9 millimeters (like the real sheriff was in town), didn't seemed too fazed by much (medication?). The mix of characters was truly amazing...like this is where all the hippy's hang out!

Went in and four beautiful Senoritas served up these humongous slabs of homemade pizza (like super deep dish Mexican style), complete with jaleps, real white Munster cheese with tortilla rings filled with spiced pig and chilies. A nice salad with a healthy serving of freshly cut pineapple, straight up, no syrup here! To finalize the tray, they placed a cut of chocolate fudge marble cake (Big enough to feed a family of four), and real strawberry sorbet as a side-show, along with real lemonade with freshly shaved ice.

Amy Nelson sat in the corner on a tall stool looking as the perfect musician against the vintage setting. The building was first raised in 1861, the brickwork was a mismatch of authentic pieces of history, the ruins of battles fought long ago, some documented, some just forgotten! I could feel the energy of each coarsely placed rock, just touching each other through the connecting stucco patchwork. I was buzzing now on Amy's 12 string, needing no amplification, her voice and guitar resonated through the building overcoming the drone of the crowd. She filled the room with perfect song and harmony...Melissa Ethridge would have been impressed!

Michelle was unusually peaceful...she was being a good girl, despite a few rounds at a pub just half an hour ago. We were there for only 20 minutes, although it seemed more like an hour! When we were getting up to leave, I was wondering how much this feast was going to set me back? $15, maybe $20 bucks a piece?

Nope, turns out it was all gratis! Several restaurant owners pitch in along with a little help from the Travis County tourism and development council. As we existed, we were  presented with some parting Charolais and Burritos. Welcome to Austin...pretty cool! 

Master Of The Kitchen

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Master Of The Kitchen

This really has nothing to do with food, but rather the craftsman, the wordsmith. I was just hungry while I wrote this observation...seemed to fit my intended purpose!

Time will tell when a classic thought or writing comes to focus, goes viral, apparently it's driving all the marketers crazy, never knowing what will hit next! A rapper on the bottom rank out of Compton, living in back of a Burger King is suddenly popping Billboard 100, while the the talk shows scramble with check books in hand trying to place the new act...to be the first to show off the hot property. It's commodity based, and if anyone taught all this shit to me at an early age, it was my dearly beloved, but very abusive father (God rest his soul), he never even appeared in a dream or nothing, just vanished like something had him already tagged. Never even picked up any energy ever (fuck), where did your spirit go? I see nothing!

With that off my table, as we applaud affluence and prosperity, we acknowledgment there is a God (interpretations allowed in this discussion), a creator, perhaps thee creator, one that looks over us for confidence, influence, and deployment of creative angst. You have all heard me preach about finding purpose, if you can't do anything else, don't dismiss what the Lord intended of your purpose. Find it and get busy, don't end up leaving nothing because you couldn't focus on moral truths about why you were placed here in the first place...don't end up like my dad! And he knows I mean that, too!

As a writer, post engineer in practice, I must admit it has been quite the trip to have been allowed safe passage forward to a new beginning. It's about being real, no substance without some sacrifice, a little hardship, I'm the real deal, too! I can't help you, you can't help me, however...within a pact arrangement, we can all learn to help each other...get me?

We can't subsist without the acknowledgement of others (networking of a spider's web of thoughts, hope, and amusement being quelled on the common thought?) Heavy shit, and yes...it does apply to you weather you like it or not, so listen up!

Anyway, it's pretty easy to get enthusiastic, to figure out that we must all cut out the media crap and cut our responses towards the logical, through curtailed thinking of purpose. Exclude your spouse, your kids, your dog, if none existed, where would, where would you be?

If I was to ever sit down and write a real book, it would be called, "I'm not responsible for this!", cause I know where my emotional signals come from, upstairs in a land of magnetic flux and spiritual wavelengths." How do you respond to the energy of the living spirits, that aren't dead. As a matter of fact, knowing some of these people when they were alive on this planet, they have more energy now in spirit then they ever showed when they were in human form. 

I think I have figured it out, if they don't help me out once in a while, they might come back as a bed bug or something. Can't prove it, just a theory. I'll conclude with the thought, that just like any good chef or experienced cook in the enthralls of the next great expression to those who serve the Love of good food, serve your pallet first. If your blend is new and expressive, people around you will be kicking your door down to share in the experience. Like life itself, if you don't bring your dreams to some stage of development, you'll never realise accomplishment towards your God given intended goals. This works for any thought or idea. It gets back to the old saying, "If you Love what you do, it's still hard work...only difference is, it doesn't feel like it. You are the Master Of Your Kitchen, now go forth and do what you got to do...

                                                                                                        Kirk Carter

                                                                                                        Austin, Texas

Joan Went Down The River

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Joan Went Down The River

One of those rare shining lights that compounded the art of being a fiery feisty female back before feminism was a practiced word!

I was lucky enough to meet Joan several times when I just start mixing audio at my stint at the House of Blues back in Las Vegas. Official position: Audio 2, I was the guy who ran wire and got to put the breast mikes on the ladies...yea man! Although, she facially looked a bit pasted together, she still had that beauty that we all came to Love about her. Her passions were deep, but her demands were minimal. Her wit was quick, out of the box, and knocked out one liners about her observations on the human condition like nobody's business!

Frank Sinatra called her, "One heavy broad, real chatty Jew butternut, gotta Love her style baby!"

While George Burns (who I also did some shows for at Caesar's Palace), just said, "She needs to try staying more focused...never understood gals like her... what am I saying, I was married to the exact opposite, Joan would have pounded Gracie like a rag doll, what was I thinking...yea focus, the girl's all over the map!"

George Carlton once admitted, "Yea, I stole a lot of her shit...I mean observations...just changed the delivery, she knows my situation, hippy dippy weather men have to eat, too...one cool chick!"

Point being, is that when Melissa started teaming up with her, one couldn't help that her daughter couldn't quite keep up with her speed, her verbal visions. Mom just wore her out!

Focused and quick witted, she tackled any issue, any subject, she was a natural at simply giving the audience a satirical opinion, no holds barred, just straight up!

Bill Cosby once refereed to her, "As a bowl of Jello that never quite solidifies, always shaking around refusing to set!

Don Rickles just said, "She could have made a killing by allowing BASF put an ad saying on her face, (This face is the product of tomorrows technology) like what...this dame was a Jew before "I" was Jewish!"

And she did, entertaining all of us in blessed memory. She had told Melissa in one of her books, "Don't worry kid, your getting all my money, but I want marching bands at my funeral, dancing girls, a big party, blow the roof off the coffin doors, I want movies to watch if I don't go to the light right away, and get hung up in a flight cancelled situation, it could happen? I want a cd player with some Tony Bennett, Frank, and a little Dino. Her last request was a gold toe tag specially crafted by George Winston...

I'm waiting to see if she'll be one of my Guardian Angels, but ah...she's still in make-up!

I'll Wait...

                                                                                                                Kirk Carter

                                                                                                                Austin, Texas