whew.
first portion of filming for today done. it went smashingly. except for a few bits where the mic wandered into the frame, and a few other things, this went off without a hitch. ubertopher's brothere ended up rather bloody (not really...you'll see) and in general (i think) a good time was had by all.
soon we leave for skippers (who IS going to let us film there after all: if there is a god, he must like us) to finish filming for today. with any luck, things should go as well as they did previously. and they shall.
snoogins.

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today is first day of filming on chiaman.
if i was religious, i'd be praying.
wish us luck.

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3:05 AM. Rememver that bugs bunny episode where the stork gets really drunk, then delivers bugs to a pair of gorillas, and then the mother falls in love with him but the dad hates him, and whenever the dad would do something to him the mom would smack him, until the stork came back and delivered the real baby, so the dad gorilla chased bugs and tried to hit him with a boulder but it hit the mom instead, and then she beat the dad again, and finally the drunk stork came back and delivered a baby to bugs who turned out to be Daffy Duck? neither do I.

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3:04 AM. few things have made me sicker in life than seeing the informercial for the "liberty flag set" offered for the low low price of just fourteen ninety-five. in addition, if you are unsatisfied with the flags, you can returnn then for a full refund, but still keep the old glory pin as a gift.

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3:02 AM. if i were sargent Dan, and had gotten my legs blown off in 'nam, and it was new years, i would be talking to Forest Gump right now.

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3:00 AM. yo ho ho and a bottle of...bourbon. that's right, a bottle of bourbon. you see, i'm on an entirely different social echilan than your average pirate, and as such prefer by beverages with a little more class. mmm...smoky.

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2:58 AM. The Contender was a crappy movie. For once i'd like to see a movie where the self rightious bitch of a heroine doesn't get the world handed to on a plate, when a bunch of cool and much more deserving men take it up the ass.

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2:55 AM. Prepare to evacuate...something or other.

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2:54 AM. It's times like this that i wish i was a porn-fiend, then at least i'd have something to do.

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that is truly triumphant

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good news! news, perhaps, of even a great quality. it is exceedingly likely that the tv movie, the debut ben's pants feature, will be shown on the kbvr tv station (apparently channel 99). all that is required for this accomplishment is for me to submit a tape containing said film to a certian man whom i met tonight. he will in turn hand it over to his friend who mans the kbvr station. i have been assured that the likelyhood of our film making it to that airwaves (or perhaps cable-waves) is indeed every high.
prodigious.
whist on the subject of film, i believe that, with the assistance of the girl, i have come across a piece of music which will be well suited to the opening credits sequence. the music in question is a performance by the royal philharmonic orchestra of pink floyd's "wish you were here." i've already run it by the guy, who seems to think it is a most excellent idea/song.
and speaking of the guy, and to a lesser extent, songs, here is the guy himself (and yours truely, i say "uh, i'd like a nickel bag"), preforming "jay's rap" from the kevin smith feature, "jay and silent bob strike back."
snoogins.

and yes, we really sound like that.

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brodie is hereby sentenced to death by snu-snu for his crimes against humanity, which include, but are not limited to, 21 counts of murder, and unauthorized travel to parallel universes. are you ready?

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stupid babelfish. Anyway, i know that the official scripting time is over, and seeing as the actors already have their scripts no major changes are possible. i am, however, still troubled by one scene in particular. the skippers scene. some parts were expressed to be confusing, and even i who wrote the damn parts am still in the dark on some of them. The following is one little tweak that i am writing here for the purpose of having it written down somewhere

Jenkins: Jeez, it can happen to anyone. Similar thing happened to my cousin…except he was the boss…and his secretary kept hitting on him. Then one day he couldn’t take it anymore, and he returned the favor. Not only was she a lesbian, she was one of those extremely rare woman with so much anti-male rage that it actually manifested itself in the form of a six inch leprauchan named Pedro who sat on her shoulder. The whole thing was just a set-up to get him to break sexual harrassment laws. She filed suit, he goes to jail for three years, shanked over a snoopy beach towel. He was only forty-seven. So watch out dude, for all you know she’s an angry feminist on a mission to destroy el Diablo.

In addition, i would like to omit any lined referring to a "hat trick". I'm very sorry world, i dont know what i was thinking. I've been bad. Very bad. I need punishment. Sexy punishment.

from a girl.

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for those of you don't "speak-a de french" (or whatever), and are too lazy to get your collective asses over to babelfish, here's brodie's post (the french one, dumbass) in english, the language of champions:

I know that all the men who will read this post does not speak French, but I did not write not as a Frenchwoman for a long time, and I need the practice. It is Saturday, and I have take my day has the house. The moment more interesant has ete quad I have deshabille my khaki' S, and equips with the jeans. I am the direction of the rejection enflame the jaques ones.

whop-dee-fuckin-do.
as you have no doubt guessed, i'm in a real jovial mood tonight. come on world! i'll fucking kick your ass if you some much as breathe on me! yeah, that right! you! there in the front! not so big now, are we?!

wee. If i wasn't such a fucking pussy, i'd go get in a fight. it'd be bitchin.

heh. brodie wrote as a frenchwoman. he he.

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posting...the other white meat.

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