A toddler girl walks on ice for the first time.
Here’s what I came up with for the publicity one-sheet.
The movie is called, “Dear Dairy.” Dairy because when the writer was little, she misspelled “Dairy” and the misspelling stuck with her through adulthood.
The original story’s writer chronicled her sexuality that appeared to start an an early age. Something other kids grow into somewhat later. Much like the stereotypical man, the writer imagines having sex with strangers, uncontrollably. This also started early.
I can’t wait until Christmas when I air this for my parents, sister, grandfather, brother and sister-in-law. I might have to PG-afy it, because it’s so laden with R-rated language that some family members’ heads may explode.
Stand by for a YouTube video of my opening credits that I designed and animated.
At Digg.com, this was described as nuts. But his butt’s not his nuts, and it was rather boring.
From this Daily Beast article, “Atheist Ex-Pastor Jerry DeWitt’s Mission to Red America:”
But far away from the hype cycle of social media and the cultural freedom of metropolitan America, a former Louisiana pastor is struggling with a similar project deep in the small towns of the evangelical South. On June 23, Jerry DeWitt led the first service of the Community Mission Chapel in Lake Charles, Louisiana—a product of his own painful journey from beloved local pastor to abandoned outcast. His decision to stay in a hostile rural environment sets him apart from most other clergy members who embrace atheism—and from the burgeoning atheist church movement.
“Everyone else who did what I did left where they lived,” DeWitt said, referring to other Christian pastors he’s met who took public positions of atheism. “Someone had to stop that. Someone had to be the first not to move, so that the next person doesn’t have to move.”