Exclusive: Note left by Bush for New Prez Obama
In his first official statement Wednesday morning, the new White House press secretary, Robert Gibbs revealed this schedule of Obama's day:
At 8:35 AM, the President arrived in the Oval Office and spent 10 minutes alone in the office. He read the note left to him by President Bush that was in an envelope marked “To: #44, From: #43”.
Through an outgoing White House intern, I just got leaked a copy of the secret letter.
Check it out below:
Scenes from the LA lifestyle
Apropos to the location, I offer a few vignettes of recent days, in the theme of screenplay.
EXT. STREET - SUNSET BOULEVARD, NEAR THE STRIP - DUSK
ANDREW, late-20s stocky Aussie, and 30-something SIMON wander down the Strip, on their way to find The Viper Room. A haggard-looking YOUNG MAN idles by, with a battered guitar in his hand and a dirty military-surplus backpack. He stops in front of our wanderers.
- Woah... some lady just gave me this change, but I don't like know what it is?
He hold out his hand, in which three coins lie. Simon looks at them curiously, turning one over.
- Those are British coins. You've got... one pound twenty-five. About a buck seventy-five US.
- Oh, wow. Ok, so, like where can I use these?
- England. Or you could try to find a Brit and see if they'll exchange them for a dollar.
- Awesome. Thanks! Um, so do you know Brit?
More Scenes from LA
ANDREW and SIMON sit at a well-lit, modern bus stop, waiting.
Next to them sits a YOUNG BLACK MAN with a white pullover and hood. He has a long scraggly beard, holds a paperback with Hebrew on the front and a tube, gift-wrapped in African-designs.
An overweight MIDDLE-AGED MAN approaches. His head is shaven, and he sports a small mustache, a single loop earring, white t-shirt and denim shorts.
- Do any of you have any cigarettes?
- Sorry, we don't smoke.
- Nobody smokes any more. The whole country's changing!
He sighs and turns to survey the black man.
- You look like a foreigner-- where are you from?
- I am Egyptian.
- Oh. The only Egypt person I know is that king... Tutanko...uh...komeni?
- Tut Ankh Amon.
(aside, to Middle-Aged Man)
- I think he's a different kind of Egyptian.
(in clear American English)
- NO!
He pulls back his hood to reveal hair styled like an Egyptian head-dress, and slides his left sleeve up to show an arm tattooed to the wrist with intricate, full-colored hieroglyphic-like designs.
(cont.)
- I am a direct descendant of the Pharoahs. My bloodline goes back five thousand years!
- What's your name?
- Tut Ankh Mose
- Well, have a happy holiday. Maybe we'll meet again!
- Oh, yes, we will.
Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles— Ten Things You Didn’t Want To Know
Super-spoilery alert.
Ten things we learn from the latest incarnation of the Terminator franchise "The Sarah Connor Chronicles"-- an upcoming TV series that is supposed to take place after Terminator 2, and possibly in another reality altogether from Terminator 3:
- Although the robots of the future may have better Terminator models (T-1000, anyone?), due to inflationary cost-cutting, they apparently prefer the original, cheaper T-101 series. (Seriously, do you think morphing mimetic polyalloy grows on trees?)
- Fortunately, Terminators can get jobs as substitute teachers to supplement their meager income as killing machines.
- They can also show up as hot young female high school students. (Portrayed by 26-year old Summer Glau)
- No matter how many people see a totally gross guy with, like robot parts sticking out of his mangled flesh, the authorities won't believe your "robots from the future" story.
- In fifty years, people will be so smart that just one engineer can make a time machine with 60s-era spare parts.
- Thus, sending that guy back to 1963 to leave stuff for you to use in 1999 is no big deal. And certainly makes a lot of sense plot-wise.
- Banks will let you keep lots of futuristic equipment-- like superguns and atomic-powered time-travel devices-- in their safety deposit boxes for 35 years without question. You can even leave them turned on for free.
- Traveling back to the future isn't a problem either. You don't even need a flux capacitor.
- Suddenly emerging naked from a ball of lightning on the LA expressway will get you on the local news, who will refer to it as a "college prank." Everyone you know will be watching the same channel, which kinda scraps your "nobody knows we're here" notion.
- And finally, even though you just left behind your retro-time machine and a blown up robot, still no one will believe your silly time-traveling androids fantasy.
Look for it on FOX in 2008. Or maybe not, depending on if the TV execs of the future can send back a Cancellator to kill it... before it's too late.
