how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
A music emergency.
So tonight, assuming the venue has power, is the premiere of my fourth film, "S.C." My initial thought was to compose 3m20s of original music for the film; after we lost power, my second thought was to steal part of the "Eileen" score (specifically, the part over Kim's and moM's segment); now, still not having power to even spend the ten minutes at my computer to record that onto a CD-R, my thought is to find some piece of instrumental music by about 4:00p today (since that's about the latest I'll have access to a CD burner) that, preferably, starts relatively calm and gets spastic at about the 2m20s point. Help. If that doesn't work, my fourth and final option is to cut off the first ten seconds of Georgy Sviridov's fantastic "Time, Forward!" and use it, although I don't think the music will be very appropriate for the first two-thirds of the film, but oh well that's life.
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.