the fade In

               OVER BLACK WE SEE OPENING CREDITS
                                                          FADE IN:
INT. OFFICE - EARLY MORNING

A MAN sits typing on his keyboard. The light from the overhead lamp
flickers as if it could wink out at any moment.

It does not.

He stops to read what he has written and looks disgusted.
He hits the DELETE key repeatedly.

THE MAN

Christ on a fucking cracker. Can
this get anymore tedious? Ok, time
for a change.
The Man hits a few more keys and the words DELETE ENTIRE BLOG
flash on his screen.He hits the key.

                THE MAN

Come thursday. There will be daily
content. It will be different.
Inherently Different.