how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
The knocking of opportunity.
With a bit o' rearranging, I'm down to this: Assuming Jo[h]n would read the role of student #1 (tell me, bud), and after moving Kimberly to a larger role (where, ahem, moM and Kim are sisters; I choose to think no more about that), and after finally filling in role #9 (if I'll have to rewrite that monologue to make it closer to 13 than 10), and after admitting that I will likely end up in role #11, I am down to two positions I need filled: third base and right field. No, wait:
2) E.'s daughter, Gretchen Clark, age 17: really should be on-camera but if someone has an off-camera idea I might listen.
12) I haven't decided who it is, but it's just a little one-sentence thing; a coda, really. Prefer a young woman. Can be off-camera. I nominate either Beth-Annie or Lisa.
Anyway. Only two weeks to go, and then I will be done spending all this quality journal time worrying about my movie. Non-film post later today. I promise.
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.