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Dinking around my "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" DVD in order to grab some sound samples for the show. I bought the discs a year or two ago when I saw them on sale, but haven't watched them. I mean: why? It's a nice thing to own, maybe, but.

I'm discovering, however, that the movie's actually pretty funny. Um. No I mean, it's got all these bits besides all the famous parts you loved quoting when you were 19 (and maybe still do, in which case you should consider stopping (unless you are 19 or younger, in which case do carry on and keep the faith, by all means)), and they're all really good. It's kind of like "Office Space" in that there's about four scenes and three characters everyone remembers. But the rest of the movie? Actually petty good.

("Office Space", however, is mostly forgettable outside of the memorable stuff, as I recall. Ironically. (Most of the memorable stuff being all the things that were in the original Mike Judge cartoon.))

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Went to meerkitty's house this evening for an antisocial. She worked on her strange Cisco moon-voodoo while I talked business with daerr and read Rules of Play (which I'm enjoying more and more). Met her very friendly cat. I think traveling all the way from Porter to Riverside (D line) is the longest I've ever ridden the T. It takes more than an hour, even when the red->green transition is bang-on-time.

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Nearly done with the show, which I've been working on since midnight. The Shadows over Camelot clip, which I put off until last, just isn't going to look very good. It's entirely because I attempted to direct it while playing, and therefore it had no direction at all.

Now that I'm more comfortable in the SCAT studio and have made friends there, I am going to try to have future game sessions at the studio, with a real director (who is not me) and real cameras (though kyroraz did an excellent job working with my vague instructions at the SoC shoot). It's not as interesting-looking as ruthling's basement but it will do.

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5 a.m. and not sleepy. Guess I'll go watch TV and floss. Or something. Let's hear it for 30-hour days!

PSA

I've stopped responding to my doorbell when I'm not expecting anyone. I state this more as self-observation than as policy.

It's usually spam. Even when it isn't, I usually get irritated that I'm suddenly expected to *poof* become social no matter what I was just doing. Add to this my case of Advanced Bachelor Syndrome and what this does to the appearance of my apartment, at least when I don't have a few minutes' lead time to pick up the mountain of junk mail from the entryway, tuck away the piles of socks, put out most of the trash fires, etc.

So: because you and I are pals, I'd love to have you over. But, please call first. If you don't have my number, ask me what it is sometime. (It's actually in a logical spot on my website if you care to poke around.)