how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
What I will do tonight in my six hours without Kim: I will start and finish a one-minute short entitled, "Agnes: She is Missing," with sound, with opening and closing credits, with scene breaks, with poetry, with jump cuts, with humor, with black & white, with color, with me. It will suck, but it will be complete.
It will take up about 15MB, I think, in its VCD form; I'll try to compress it a bit and put it online by tomorrow morning.
You have two-and-a-half hours (until 5:15 p.m. Eastern) to make suggestions. I have a completed script and shooting schedule, but I'll take ideas, particularly relating to (a) sound and (b) random cool visual things. If you have a good idea, you perhaps will make the closing credits.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
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i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.