how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Friday, October 20: The day o' doom.
Doubtlessly, my second-most anticipated one-365th of 2002 is coming up tomorrow: The public release of the Virginia Film Festival schedule. But tomorrow could go wrong. Dreadfully wrong. There is a crisis. No, scratch that: There are two crises.
Crisis One: The only day I will be able to attend the festival this year is Sunday (which has a shortened schedule; lovely) because Friday evening and almost all-day Saturday I will be learning to be a even more perfect bell choir director. So you know what's going to happen: All the movies I want to see are going to be on Friday evening and almost all-day Saturday1.
Crisis Two: The first-most anticipated 365th of 2002 is the first day I can get up to D.C. to see the most anticipated new film of my lifetime2, Mike Leigh's All or Nothing. You see where this is going: Right now, the film is scheduled to have a limited release (that will likely include D.C.) on the same Friday of the film festival, of the bell directors' workshop, of why can't some of this happen a different weekend? So I'm not going to be able to see AoN on the day it's released, which is fine; however, I may have to make a Sophie's Choice-esque decision on whether to ditch the film fest on Sunday or (sigh) not see Mike Leigh's new film on it's opening weekend. How utterly horrid my life is. Pobre Mateo.
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1 Preemptive strike v. Jo[h]n and others: That was not a linguistic error. The parallelism was intentional, so shut up.
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.