That is my movie. That is also somewhat of a lie, because I am not done; I am just done enough so that I don't want to waste another 3 hours rendering another copy when there are only two nights before I, um, let us just say take a vacation from this weblog. (If you do not know what I am talking about, e-mail me; I just don't want to publish the specifics publicly.) So while there about a dozen small bits that I'd like to play with in my movie -- ditching a couple sentences in Jo[h]n's speech, ditching the awkward first word (or maybe awkward first five) of mine, fixing the artifacts in the second card in the closing credits, fixing the #12 intertitle, fixing the spinning of the Earth and Mars, possibly adding two pictures that I have asked a certain person permission to add, possibly adding a certain person to the credits after he permits said addition, lowering the volume of part of the score underneath my part, blah blah blah -- it's all minor stuff, and I'm happy enough with the current draft not to worry that these small bits will be the breaking point between any festival’s acceptance or rejectance of “12 Stories.” So I am done. For now.
Other movie bits:
1) Just perchance: Does anyone here have a DVD burner?
2) Everyone who is in the movie will get a VHS copy when the movie is final final. For now, however, I am going to send out two copies of the film tomorrow as probably zipped AVI files on CDs to Ed/Beth-Annie and moM/daD. If you are not Ed or Beth-Annie or moM or daD and you must absolutely see the movie now now now, then you need to bug Ed to send you the copy once he has it on his computer. This copy, I should note, is not as crisp as the final; you will probably not be able to see the Newsweek joke, the Wentzlaff Corporation joke, etc., but you will get a general feel for the film.
3) We are playing a level 5+ handbell piece in the James River Ringers. But that does not have much to do with my film.
4) On Saturday, I had to run four miles. The first two miles I ran in an unbelievable 24:45. The last two miles I ran in a believable, but still swell, 27:15. I finished ahead of three other people, bringing my streak of not-last-place-finishes to a improbable six (including last weekend, when only eight people ran because it was raining and they were wimps). I could potentially finish this 10K in under 1:20:00. But that does not have much to do with my film.
5) I was going to say something else, but it did not have much to do with my film.
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.
