Why do I always have ideas for shows I don’t watch?

I finally finished Phase Two of the reference sheet, which turned about to be about 20 pages…goddamn. It was amazing how much work I put into it. And I still have to find pictures to match up with the main characters (makes for easier description).

But apart from that, about 70 percent of the prep-work or grunt work, is done. Phase Three is writing out the chapter-by-chapter, which is still a work in progress, do some last minute research and organize all the pictures and what not. Then, I can take some time off…and start writing the damn thing; just hit the ground and run with it.

Maybe I’m doing too much organizing, but I really, really want this to succeed. And nothing’s worth its salt if it’s not done properly.

Now, on a more humorous note, I had a crazy idea to make the show Jon and Kate Plus 8 even better by drawing in those casual viewers. I got the idea after talking to a guy at work about the same old paternity, you’re the father/you’re not the father stories, and not just Maury’s show. 

Since we’re sports fans, we hashed out this absurd idea while we nearly doubled over in laughter. here’s the end result of our stroke of genius (or lack thereof, you might say)

You make a two hour special, and you take John, Kate and all their kids, put them in a gigantic toy store with cameras all around. Then, you pick up the Octomom and her dozen kids (if I remember correctly).

In addition, you raid the NBA, NFL and MLB  for all the current and former players with more than five kids. That would include some of the Mount Rushmore of Multiple Progeny, Evander Holyfield, Travis Henry (though the felony stuff could be a deal breaker) and Shawn Kemp.

Now, in a situation like this you may have to find another couple with multiple kids (particularly ones with multiple births).

The target is 100 kids in total.

Then you call the special: Jon and Kate Plus 108. I’m telling you, this could probably draw high double digit ratings. I mean, you already have a built in audience of people who like to laugh at athletes who have no idea what the word contraception means, much less self-control.

I wouldn’t go so far as to call this schadenfreude…oh what the hell, it is.

But of course, our society’s always doing things for the kids…right?

(On another note, I’m probably going to take a break and go see The Hangover. I haven’t been to a movie since I saw Watchmen. Hope it’s as good as they say.)