Well, hello there. It's been too long. How've you been? I've been alright, but have definitely missed this contact we have here. All three of us.
I was in Oklahoma last weekend, to attend the Barebones Film Festival, which Matt's short, "Flare Gun," was shown. Not sure if I made the distinction here before or not, but I only had minimal effort with this shoot, unfortunately. I worked on the first "Flare Gun," and on the first day of this second one, but most of the footage we shot was unusable due to the crazy wind targeting Naperville. The next day, Jeff, Mary and Matt did all the pick-ups and re-shoots as it was a calm, though cold, day. I was off feasting on turkey and such at my family's "Fake Thanksgiving," which I had walked across broken glass to arrange, as I was going to be out of town on the actual holiday. Graciously, Matt gave me a credit and a thanks in the final, submitted, film, though I wish I could have done more. Next time, I'm there all the way.
During my 26 or so hours in The Sooner State, I texted Eric with the news that "this [trip] will be my return to blogging." It has taken me a week and a day, but I suppose my statement still stands up. But, now that I am back, I am finding it a little difficult to come up with interesting words and stories worthy of cyberspace. I think blogging is best as an immediate medium. Insta-blogging, as they call blogging in real-time, is a little ambitious and certianly doesn't much apply to me and my site, but it's given me an appreciation for those that chain themselves to their keyboards; it takes wild horses to bring me to mine.
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The film fest was a lot of fun, though we really only saw the student film section and then cut out for some much-needed sleep. After we woke up, we went to dinner at the only in-town restaurant, then went to the only bar we could find and planted ourselves for the night. We found ourselves at the Roxy Theatre at midnight, talking to some guy who kept saying that the balcony looked like a bathhouse. Then Jeff knocked over a whole row of seats while downstairs, someone's film was premiering. We then promptly left, went to the hotel and called it a night. The long drive home faced us in the mid-morning. It was both a long and short couple days, but it was a great time.
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If I want the watered down version, I'll go watch a Cubs game, c'mon, where's the sex-appeal, where's the cocaine? You've gotta start liven these things up. Just make up stuff when you don't have any real news, like the Today show for example.
"After the premiere of Matt's film, a bunch of gypsies came up to us and starting congratulating Matt on his film..."
See the possibilites?
Hey, how did Eric know about that weird guy Matt and the cocaine?
Just to let you know, this weekend as Jeff was loading a computer into Travis' trunk, he "accidentally" let Rusty fly off into the sky, never to be heard from again.
Now the only memento I have from our weekend in Oklahoma are the crabs I got from the lady that ran the Holiday Inn Express Breakfast Bar. How else do you think we scored those cinnamon rolls after it was closed?
Rusty flew off on his own free will. I wasn't the one who left the trunk open, after all.
(It was quite sad, though, to watch Mary leap as he flew away. That balloon had dreams...and he was getting there in a hurry.)
Hey, keep the weekend of the 12th open. I'll be home with my friend Jessica. We want to hang out. Oh, and it's nice to have you back. I want to see some rigor in your writing - blog more than once a month. Talk to you soon.
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