* From now through the beginning of the New Years' Eve Solve-a-Mystery party that it looks like we'll be attending, I shall no more drink carbonated beverages, except for maybe All-Sport if I come across some and probably some Clearly Canadian at my parents-in-laws' house. (I believe the penultimate word is both pluralized and possessivized correctly, but I'm willing to hear arguments con.) In short: No more soda. And I'm going to stop using intravenous drugs.
* Ha ha. That last sentence is a joke. I'm just going to cut back a bit.
* Whoever anonymously sent me their Mr. Picassohead picture: You are a better artist than I.
* Speaking of artists: So I have this film, "A Week of Prayers," that I've had in the semi-works for the past three or four months. Post-Christmas, I am seriously going to work on it. And I have this idea. And I want to know from the artists among you how difficult it would be.
So for each of the seven days during the eponymous week, we will see a video of a youngish woman getting ready for bed. And then she gets into bed. And then there is a knock on the door, and she gets out of bed, and she answers, and there is a shirtless man with a tool belt on the other side, and he says, "I'm here to fix your plumbing," and then they make passionate love until morning, and then we find out that she had not even put in a call to have the plumbing repaired!
No. That does not sound very right. So she gets into bed. And then she turns off the light. And then she starts talking to God -- mentally rather than out loud, but you the viewer can still hear her thoughts. (Freaky!) And then she eventually falls asleep, and then we go to day two, and more or less the same thing happens, except this time it is a businessman at the door, and he says, "I'm here to do your taxes."
Anyway, so every night, she gets into bed, and then she turns off the light, and then she prays. This is more difficult than you might think, as my useful but sad digital video camera is not even terribly fond of medium-light situations. (If it could be pointed at the sun all day, it would be happy.) So, a couple weeks ago, I came up with this idea.
Animation.
As soon as the light goes out, the scene changes from live action to animation. 15 frames per second or so.
Question to drawers: How difficult would this be?
* Parker and Bradley are planning on returning tomorrow.
* After slacking off during week one of my 19-week marathon training, I have now successfully completed weeks two, three, and three-and-a-half without missing any of my four- or five-a-week training walks. Yay me.
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.
