If dictatorial debauchery be the spirit of one minute films… keep the camera rolling. Let the constant whirs caress me off to the land of dreams. All while some manic depressive soul runs around depraved of Prozac.
Needless to say, i’ve had a day (or should i say, night) so bad that it would make castration seem like a relatively painless, almost enjoyable procedure. Editing is anything but fun. In fact its a tragedy when the film to be edited can be classified as a better , if not equal to, substitute for manure.
At least i’ve learned my lesson. Some people are born to be lemmings, some are thrust with the duty of doing so, while the rest of us seemingly normal folk should let them know of their stupidity. And yet have enough understanding to realize that they’d just disregard everything you say as they journey towards extinction.
Before the levels of causticity and sarcasm coupled with dollops of holier than thou attitude attain proportions that are unfit for human or even lemming consumptions, i’ll end this right here. Considering that it’s nearly 8 A.M. and i’ve done everything but sleep in the last 24 hours, i might as well submit myself to the Sandman’s tugging of my eyelids.
