JON: url
CHRIS: www.1001fonts.com
JON: you know I can't bear to look at fonts...
JON: not since... the accident.
CHRIS: oh the fonting accident
CHRIS: [flashback "honey, were going fonting ::fishing gear for some reason::]
JON: ::scene of wife clearing plates for her self, happy, sunny::
CHRIS: :us continuing to describe this scene for a satisfyingly large quantity of minutes::
JON: ::yes::
JON: ::enter me, doe-eyed. rushes in the door, slams and leans on it behind me. leaving ink marks all over. hands are covered in ink::
JON: [WIFE] What on earth is going on, honey? [ME] THere's been.. ::Catches breath:: an accident.
CHRIS: forehead has a big stamp of the letter G
CHRIS: and a tiny 7
CHRIS: wait why are you able to come in and speak
CHRIS: the accident happened to you
CHRIS: therefore you are outside unconscious
JON: no, the accident happened. that's all we know
JON: so it's very likely I caused it but was unharmed.
CHRIS: oh just traumatized
JON: it's a pyscological hurdle.
JON: yes
JON: (this is much more entertaining than my project)
CHRIS: [obv ditto]
CHRIS: [::shakespeare::]
JON: yes
JON: Cut to a few weeks down the road. the 7 and g are starting to dissapear, but you still can see them. I am sitting in a study reading a book. I am frustrated, sounding out words.. [ME] NO! NO! NO!!! THIS ALL LOOKS THE SAME [Wife enters.]
CHRIS: one man's typographic struggle against the fate of the world's textual aesthetics
JON: in a world ruled by fonts.
CHRIS: this is not a game | we're running out of time
JON: ruled by typographers
CHRIS: lol obviously that made me imagine floating letters, giant
CHRIS: over sidewalk in city
CHRIS: with briefcases
JON: ties
JON: fedoras.
CHRIS: board meeting
JON: [GIANT LETTER J] Morning, 8. [GIANT NUMBER 8] 'morning.
JON: 8 tips hat
CHRIS: uh oh, one thing out of all this does not make sense
JON: the police set up the DA.
CHRIS: i dont understand the transition from you-accident to living giant chars
JON: ruled by fonts
CHRIS: so, causing them to rule was the accident?
JON: so to answer your question
JON: I don't know
CHRIS: wait it doesnt matter. lets just breeze over that little semantic
JON: as a brilliant, young fontographer I got greedy. and developed a self aware font.
CHRIS: like in eternal sunshine. who cares about the science of the machine. its clunky ok good. plot, people, PLOT
JON: called 'I Think, Therefore'
JON: // actually in sunshine, I thought they did it well. mapping the brain, reacting to images. etc. good.
CHRIS: ah so: its a bunch of letters laying around: which self-arrange themselves into messages to you
CHRIS: messages that torment you
CHRIS: // ah i suppose
JON: well at first it is friendly.
JON: then they give me a cryptic 'we are not satisified?'
JON: etc.
JON: and I unleash this havoc on the world
CHRIS: aha!
CHRIS: the accident was:
CHRIS: on a fonting trip [down by the river], you tried to get rid of them tormenting messages
CHRIS: set them free
CHRIS: but they interpreted it as rejection
CHRIS: so they want vengeance
JON: which leads up to the climax of me orchistrating thousands of people into words that they can see from their space ship
CHRIS: "i created you!" WE CAN SLANDER YOU "i can destroy you" WE ALREADY HAVE DESTROYED YOU
JON: later. A glowing, silver @ walks into my house
JON: [@] I AM FROM THE FUTURE. YOUR WORLD IS IN DANGER.
CHRIS: ATTACK HIM [psychologically damaging secrets about your past fly at you]
CHRIS: // the logo title [if movie] obv is sloppy zoomed typewriter letters
CHRIS: made of thousands of tiny chars
JON: i'd say handwritten note
JON: that fades out and becomes a font
CHRIS: that dripping blood font
JON: then a picture of guttenburg with thousands of marching letters overlayed
JON: (ala hitler)
JON: ha >
JON: the end... humans win, throwing out letters into a fire via garbage cans. overhead view of the fire. one worker dumps in can, letters happen to come out as 'the end' BUT a few start moving and arrange '... or is it ?'
CHRIS: also, spliced into climactic ending:
CHRIS: scenes of the trend of life-saving HANDWRITING spreading among the people, [office guy, little kid, monk, construction worker, nuns] with uplifting music