how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Roundup.
For about 17 different reasons -- my camcorder should be coming today, I have two music reviews to write for Wednesday, I have James River Ringer auditions tomorrow, I have to finish putting together a foosball table -- do not expect much writing until Thursday. That said, five things must be mentioned.
1) I need ideas for my movie that are do-able with very few actors and very little money.
2) Today is last day for the final contest, and I am wondering: Are Beth-Annie and Ed going to bow out and allow Kimberly a chance to win? It does seem that way.
3-5) I only had two things that needed to be mentioned. I am a liar.
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.