I'm gonna be a stah
I yesterday rescued "GARGAMELL"[sic], an ancient Mac monitor (with nametag sticker) that's been sitting on the curb of Mossland Avenue for weeks, apparently attractive to neither the recycling crew nor the garbage men. It will be picked up again this evening by my D&D GM, where it will meet its final destiny this weekend as a prop in one of his shoestring-budget action-fantasy films, psionically flung at some loser's face by an angry PK in an office setting. Probably he won't be able to resist a shot of it exploding into sparks.
I should hang around this fellow more, learning stuff about filmmaking, in preparation for the show. Maybe if I find enough crap for him to use he will give me a role in a film. He sometimes taps people from the gaming group for this purpose, but this is because everyone in this particular gaming circle, M&W alike, is bizarrely photogenic. Seriously; they all look like, uhh, futuristic... clubbing... pirates. Or something. Except for me, who feels a little out of place among them, being this pasty computer-guy who looks like paste and computer. Maybe if one of the pirates needs to go into the club's basement and talk to the sysadmin, that can be my part.
I should hang around this fellow more, learning stuff about filmmaking, in preparation for the show. Maybe if I find enough crap for him to use he will give me a role in a film. He sometimes taps people from the gaming group for this purpose, but this is because everyone in this particular gaming circle, M&W alike, is bizarrely photogenic. Seriously; they all look like, uhh, futuristic... clubbing... pirates. Or something. Except for me, who feels a little out of place among them, being this pasty computer-guy who looks like paste and computer. Maybe if one of the pirates needs to go into the club's basement and talk to the sysadmin, that can be my part.