June 26, 2006

It's nearly November Can't think of what to write about? No problemo: Random Logline Generator is here to help you.

A company of relentless financial advisors and their hot-shot housemates plot to kill a mechanic in a church. Together they try to pick up dates in the jungle and attend a convention.
The reference is down, but it takes a little while of clicking on the "generate random logline" button to understand the simple syntax required to produce a setup of suitable sophistication. Post yours here.
posted by Skrik 18 years ago
  • Ah, mad-libs, how funny you were when I was 15.
  • "An astronaut and a humorless teacher get married." Which is pretty cool, since I know a humorless teacher who's married to an astronomer. Man, I wish this had been around in my nerdy, high school hey-let's-sit-around-and-write-short-stories-what-should-we-write-about-i-can-never-think-of-anything-hey-let's write-down-ideas-and-put-them-in-a-jar-and-everyone-draw-an-idea-out-of-the-jar days. Don't you?
  • A small-time truck driver, a philanthropic comedian, and a beautiful district attorney discover their true selves They learn CPR in a court room, fall asleep in a playground and go on a date.
  • An idiotic prisoner of war has a boring conversation with the brother-in-law of a store owner and their daughter.
  • A hippy and a band of anti-social rock climbers go on a quest to destroy an evil ring in an underground world. After three dozen days, they search for the Fountain of Youth in a hospital.
  • I was never 15, and I never went to high school.
  • Bastards.
  • And yes I have no humour, but no, librarians are not astonomers.
  • I'm going on holiday now. I hope you're satisfied.
  • 'Cause we've got this big jar, and plenty of index cards, and we could cut pictures out of magazines, and write about the people in the pictures... Guys? Guys, where you goin'? Robin of Sherwood's not on for another hour.
  • A quirky cult leader learns his nephew is a jaded Cub Scout and has only three days to live.
  • THIS IS REAL LIFE, MAN!
  • A quirky cult leader learns his nephew is a jaded Cub Scout and has only num_small days to live.
  • It's that Badan-Powell Mindhof thingumy, innit?!
  • Must
  • Five hoodlums try to pick up dates in prison. Cast a couple current comedians and this can be the next hollywood blockbuster.
  • A bed-ridden mechanical engineer learns his mother is an anchor man. Lorne Michaels presents:
  • A mean-spirited terrorist has sex with a giant. That's it. Got to... close... browser... window!!! *click*
  • A monkey goes nuts and fills his FPP's thread with his own comments.
  • The wounded brother of a nomad reads stories to children the brother-in-law of a Jewish marine biologist gets drunk in a graveyard.
  • A cannibalistic lab technician, a policeman, and a drunken anthropologist break into a computer while sharing an umbrella with an anti-social detective. A legion of pessimistic janitors finds love.
  • her penny examined her re1eased with her please
  • All love enhancers on one portal!
  • GET CIALIS HERE
  • Or we could just put WORDS in the jar and scramble them all up! Pass the Doritos, will ya?
  • Hey, my penny did no such thing! Give it back!
  • A serious wrestler and a belligerent gynecologist fall in love in virtual reality.
  • A psychotic librarian creates a Filter and captures the brains of thousands of Monkey-creatures.
  • That's not true! My brain is free! Free i say!
  • Skrik, i like this generator thing. It good fun. Plus I am actually stuck trying to think of some good ideas for a short script. Mucho bandanas.
  • Eep.
  • I've been fifteen at least twice, but the way this week is going, I wish i was still in high school.
  • When you day "November," you're not talking about NaNoWriMo, are you? Because I am not writing another trashy romance novel no matter how menacing the throbbing member might be.
  • But... TUM... wouldn't we have to separate out the nouns, verbs, and adjectives into separate jars? Ooh! Or, or, we could just write "dictionary poetry!" You agree on a certain amount of words (3, 5, whatever), close your eyes and flip to a page in the dictonary and point to a word for how ever many words you need, then you *have* to use those words in a poem! /Wrote lots of trashy romance novels in high school. And lots of bad dictionary poetry
  • I prefered exquisite corpse drawings: divide page in three, someone doodles the head, another the body, another the legs and feet of a character, put them together... add some, eh, perception expansors and there's hours of uncontrollable laughter ahead!
  • Three men walk into a pub. It is an iron pub.