I'm finishing the collossus task of finishing THE COMMUNE's applications to twenty-five film festivals. (Think back to college applications with essays and photos and press kits and something annoyingly different required for EACH ONE with a $100 check and the ability to snuff out the dreams and financial futures of myself, 40 crew members and all our investors.)
And as I collate, staple, gather, fold, lick, stuff, I find my sister's labrador's fur EVERYWHERE. Stuck inside a DVD cover. Glued to the submission envelopes. Hidden inside a peechee.
I wonder...will my short black hair inclusions be seen as thoughtful dedication to my craft?
4 comments:
what a great picture.
either that or you might be thought of as the Clarence Thomas of the Film Festivities....
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Billy, thanks! How are things? Your fav time of year, right Mr. Romance?
Changa...that's my fear! :)
I wonder...will my short black hair inclusions be seen as thoughtful dedication to my craft?
Or perhaps just a fulfilment of the reciever's fantasy.
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