how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
For those pining to see film no. four.
I have been wondering when I would be able to give y'all copies of my latest (and in about 75 percent of ways, best) film, "S.C." I had not heard from the man with the film's master in about a month, and after a conversation that Kim and I had a couple days ago, I was ready to e-mail him with my pleadings to please, please let me have a MiniDV copy of my film.
Fortunately, I received an e-mail from him today saying, hi, I am late, but I am going to try to get this on MiniDV next week, and hopefully I will be able to give everyone their copies so "we'll have something for you to take home to mom [sic] over the holiday."
Also, Opie has told me that he is sending the "Patty Gets a Haircut" master to me in the near future, so I will edit that and maybe I will have that done by Christmas as well.
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.