how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Another opportunity to get your name in the credits of the tentatively titled, "Ernest Goes to the Window."
Sounds I need:
* Snare-drum hit (preferably four snare-drum hits at about 120bpm; otherwise, I'll just repeat the one four times)
* Low hand-chime ring -- around, say, low C -- that goes on for three or four seconds
* Some sort of original end credits music, but I'll probably do that myself
That's it, really. I'm trying to make this film much more simple than "Eileen"; otherwise, there's no way I'm finishing it by the end of this month.
I will will will have the finished second draft of the script done by Friday for you to look at and comment upon. Assuming the comments are working by then, of course.
oh so lovingly written by
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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.