how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Dear cast:
If you are in my off-location (read: non-Richmond) cast, you will have a first draft of your part of the script by tomorrow (Tuesday), 7:00P EST. And then on Wednesday, I am either going to give you the final draft of your part of the script or say, "Forget this. Just record that stupid first draft, because I just don't have the time." And then you will hopefully record your bit of the script by this weekend on either a cassette tape or as some sort of computer audio file -- I really care not which -- and then send it to me. If I am really on the ball, I will have vague suggestions of the style in which to read it, although my main suggestion, as always, is to read it as naturally as possible. (That does not hold true for number 11, for reasons you shall understand later.)
I am being good. I am setting deadlines for myself. I am going to get this done.
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.