how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Two "12 Stories" stories.
1) Last night, I may have made the final rendering of the film, which includes about 15 small changes from the screener copies I sent to festivals and Ed and Beth-Annie and moM and daD. If all goes well, I will send it off tomorrow to get the master DVD made.
2) Thus, while I still have the MiniDV tape in hand, I need to decide which festivals to send a screener to this month. My thoughts for now: I'm going to skip Philadelphia, because of (a) the fee, (b) the distance, and (c) having a bell choir concert one of the two nights of the festival. I'll do ArtsFest, because it's not too far and Kim and I could make a Memorial Day Pennsylvania weekend out of it, potentially. And I'll probably do Ragamuffin, even though it's in Austin, Texas; while I probably wouldn't attend, it's cheap, it's religious, and it has $2000 in prize money.
If anyone has festivals near them they would like me to enter, I'm certainly all ears, except for the parts of my body that aren't ears.
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.