Realizations I have come to while listening to the nice readings by moM and daD and Alexander of the monologues from "Eileen":
1) Boy, does Alexander sound like Andrew V. Really. I was seriously taken aback for a moment.
2) I wrote these monologues too long. The three so far are averaging about 2m15s (not including moM's 3m03s second run), and 2m15s times 12 is 27m00s, and 27m00s is just way too long for the story I am telling. I was thinking more 15m00s, and while I'm not going to hit that I suspect, I can't let this go on nearly half-an-hour either. Also, I had some really stupid lines in some of these scripts. Also, some of this stuff is being foreshadowed over and over and it's getting too obvious. Thus, I will be snipping parts of the readings (while certainly not snipping any of the readings entirely). Please, do not take offense. It's not you; it's me.
3) I think I need some pictures of the 40ish Eileen. I don't know how I am going to do this.
4) I came up with the perfect ending to this film. Perfect. Finally. Yay me.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
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.
