I want to build an underground lair. Comfortable, though without too many distractions. I want it to be able to host about half a dozen people indefinitely. I want it to lock from the outside.
I want there to be a big screen in the center which has a live feed of what I'm seeing and hearing, where ever I am. Around the conference table in front of the screen would be a series of microphones. Each one, when triggered, transmits into an earpiece I'd always be wearing.
I want to kidnap Aaron Sorkin, Joss Whedon, James Goldman (The Lion in Winter), Donald Stewart (The Philadelphia Story) and Charles Lederer (His Girl Friday). Maybe a couple others, too. As I go about my daily life, their job will be to follow what I am doing, and feed me witty dialog, Cyrano-style. I could listen to all their suggestions and choose the best. There should probably be some kind of dispenser of writer treats, to reward whoever came up with the best line.
I realize this would be a violation not only of human rights but also the laws of physics, as I'd need a time machine to make it happen. I don't care.
And, of course, I want all the children of the world to join hands and sing in the spirit of peace and harmony.
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