Hero or villain.

I would like to see a hero or villain whose powers are determined by the doubts of people. He or she would be able to do anything that people were actively doubting he or she could do. So the only way to accomplish things would be to convince people that he or she could not, to start small and work up, doing things secretly and failing at things publicly.

Maybe the best use of this is a video game where the use plays this person as a supervillain. The player would have to balance wins and losses to get better.

There is a beverage store in my dreams:

I go there quite frequently. It is a giant warehouse in the midst of a strip, across from a building with lights that has been, at times, a motel and a restaurant. The warehouse is cinderblock and orange, and it contains aisles and aisles of all kinds of beverages.

First assignment.

Your first assignment is to send me a video. But don't fret. You can do it.

I am asking for any kind of video. And by any kind of video I mean nice looking hd video, I mean something off a vhs tape, I mean an animation, I mean a series of ten photographs and two minutes of recorded dialogue, I mean three sketches you made sent to me in the mail and you call me on the phone and I record you reading your script. I want everything.

Your scene is an interaction between Patrick and Camilla. Or a few short interactions. Patrick wears a red shirt, or if he's topless he's painted red or really sunburned, or if he's a bird he's a red bird. He's identifiably red. He likes dinosaurs. Camilla is similarly identifiably yellow. She is probably holding a carrot. They may be in whatever setting you choose, and their interactions may consist of anything you choose.

I also would like a shot of you saying your name in the same format as your submission.

Notes (I just found) from my trip to shoot Lincolns.

On the flight to DC, the two women I sat next to smelled like Camel cigarettes. One of them gave me strawberry-banana gum.
A couple, Jonathan and Sam, offered me a ride from the airport to wherever I was going.
The room next door to the Lincolns was housing a Green Seminar.
Some of the Mary Todds were pretty hot.
My life doesn't make any sense.