Get a rope.

Forwarded from Lindsay's e-mail this morning:

I absolutely could not write anything useable last night. I tried
for hours, I promise, but it was all in vain. I am formally passing
the script-writing on to whoever actually wants it, and actually knows
how to write a script, and actually has thought of some outdoor
landmark idea that they would like to see turn into a little movie.

And anyone that wants to can harass me about it/hit me in the face
tonight at RSKGBS.

And please, never give me any creative responsibility ever again.
love, lindsay.

Ideas? Dark, shadowy figures rising from the gutter to help a town in need?