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Right, so, I've been feeling much better for about a week now, but I've spent the last 6 days straight co-producing a short film based on The Cask of Amontillado. Technically this is for a Gothic Lit class, but, well, I'm not taking that class. My two friends are. In fact, the only reason I'm involved in this at all is that I have a beefy digital camera with video capture capabilities, a tripod, and a more-steady-than-not panning hand. At least, that's how this started. I somehow graduated almost immediately from mute cameraperson to cameraperson/director/prop provider/co-writer. I think this has to do in large part with the painfully limited amount of time allotted to this project. Normally when you make a film you have maybe a few days of filming in direct proportion to at least a week of post-production, right? According to our 6-day filming schedule, that would mean we'd need a bare minimum of 2 weeks for post-production. Instead we have a week to do everything. Everything.

Yeah, I'm just as exhausted as I sound. Fortunately, Saturday is my day off and my plans include a belated birthday celebration for my friend the Precipice in the form of piercings, shopping, strip club, and dinner. Speaking of which, can anyone recommend a good 18+ strip club in Portland? I haven't had time to look into it, what with driving 40 minutes out into the middle of fucking nowhere after work every night this week to tie my friend to a wall and then film him getting a glass of disgustingly pungent sherry hurled in his face and shattered at his feet. (Yes, that was excitement you heard. Glee, even. I really am excited to see this thing finished, despite the amount of sleep and sanity it has cost me.)

Speaking of disgusting sherry:



Imagine sugar syrup mixed with rubbing alcohol and you'd be about spot-on for the aroma and flavour of this shit. Quite honestly, it's the worst alcohol I've ever encountered, and my frame of reference for that includes the cheapest versions of almost every hard liquor, homemade sangria, mad dog, and a variety of macrobrew pisswater pilsners.


I know, I know, I promised you modeled pictures of that thong. Well, you know what? You can go read my recently revived blog if you really need some knitting content, but you don't get thong pictures until I get time to shave my legs, hokay?