You have to be so careful about the movies you make: you will become them.* I remember one screenwriter who burned to death in one of those Malibu brush fires, and whose filmography included Fire with Fire and Third Degree Burn. Or there was the producer of grisly B-grade horror movies who was murdered, then buried in cement under his own house.
See what I mean?
Me, I’d prefer death by baseball or by codes. Having made Gandhi at the Bat, I’ll never quite get period baseball out of my system; and after The Red Machine, I suspect I’ll never totally let go of cryptography and code-breaking (and I doubt they’ll ever let go of me).
Evidence of this: I just stumbled across this FBI primer on criminal codes and ciphers:
http://www.fbi.gov/hq/lab/fsc/backissu/jan2000/olson.htm#horse%20race%20bookmaking%20codes
It may be just about the coolest thing ever.
Lately, I’ve become addicted to The Wire, the first season of which features a code similar to the ones described here. (Personally, I think all movies should have codes.)
Anyway, also on the FBI site is this chance to test out your code-breaking skills:
http://www.fbi.gov/page2/dec08/code_122908.html
And while we’re on the subject of codes and ciphers, here’s the website of the American Cryptogram Association, which I’ve found tremendously helpful and fun:
…and here’s their very useful page of resources:
http://www.cryptogram.org/resources.html
Yup, I’m a nerd, all right. But it beats brush fires and murderers…
*NOTE: This is also true of cars and dogs — you will become the car you drive and the dog you walk. Me, I have a Miata. And three cats. I don’t know what that means.


