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Good porch night last night. Totally unproductive, unless you count sitting on the porch, drinking strong rum and cokes, and talking to good friends productive. Which come to think about it, I find highly productive. Just not so creative a bent for the night. My fingers are getting very itchy to type. I'm strongly considering adding to my Small Wood Volumes project... which is basically a multi-media long term project about a fictional Oregon town that sort of exists along a dream/death fault line. Sort of like a Faulknerverse town, only way more odd and uneasy. Not that people had it easy in Yoknapatawpha County. Shoot. Losing track. I had this really awesome little comic sort of script I wrote I wish I hadn't lost when my laptop pooped out on me... Damn it. It's odd that I've lost so much Small Wood Volumes material over the years to natural entropy. At least I have one short film completed, sort of. I might recut it just to really mess shit up, making something experimental happen.