how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Oh, fine then.
There has been a request for me to put my opening credits online. After much playing with exporting functions, I have managed to shrink the file to a not-too-bad-really 3.4 MB for 20 seconds of footage. It'll more-or-less be like this in the movie, except a higher quality, with sound, and probably with some slightly different timing (I don't plan to hold out the title of the film quite as long as in this preview). Anyway, enjoy. Or whatever. Like I care.
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.