NIGHT. INT. TV on movie that could be from ’80s. Think Golden Girls-Meets-Night Stalker.<\/p>\n
“Don’t let me take your time –
\nit’s been a wild news night –
\noh, you’re just getting in?
\nWell, I could fill you in – ”<\/p>\n
CLOSE-UP. Face of Space Expert whose arm is bit at crucial moment of space escape.
\n“Someone turn off that damn movie!
\nWe’ve got a real emergency.
\nTwo valves to our air supply are tangled.”<\/p>\n
“Hm, hated Air Supply. How ’bout a band I could dance to,”
\ncomments the smart-mouthed girl Space Expert with unnecessarily red lips, whose brains are later shared by the Undead.<\/p>\n
“Ok, knock it off. Bailor says we need to fix something, we need to fix it.”<\/p>\n
This deep voice, OFF-SCREEN, is Captain Space Hunk who, we eventually learn, has the hunk DNA that makes him immune to the zombie virus.<\/p>\n
Smart-mouthed girl Space Expert shrugs and goes to door to doorway.
\nTurning to deliver a one-liner, she nearly walks into our Doctor Space Heroine, who has a forehead smoother than a newborn baby.<\/p>\n
“It’s ok,” says Doctor Space Heroine. “The guys know what you meant to untangle.
\nSmart-mouthed Girl Space Expert goes off in a snit, while Doctor Space Heroine absorbs the good-natured smoldering
\nof Captain Space Hunk, who stands to broadcast to the audience that he is actually taller (lift) than his super-tall costar —–<\/p>\n
The screenwriter took another sip of his now cold coffee and grimaced. Then, there was a power surge. He looked down at his computer to see the blue screen of death.<\/p>\n “Damnit! Space zombies! Why not Jane Austen in space?”<\/p>\n Hey , that wasn’t bad. Jot that down. Maybe I can pitch it to Warner.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" NIGHT. INT. TV on movie that could be from ’80s. Think Golden Girls-Meets-Night Stalker. “Don’t let me take your time – it’s been a wild news night – oh, you’re just getting in? Well, I could fill you in – ” CLOSE-UP. Face of Space…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":59,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,5],"tags":[2672],"class_list":["post-41047","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompts","tag-2001-a-space-odyssey"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41047","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/59"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41047"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41047\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":41367,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41047\/revisions\/41367"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41047"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=41047"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=41047"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThere was no way he could give his producer a regurgitation of 2001: A Space Odyssey<\/em>‘s Hal 9000 entering this scenario.<\/p>\n