Hello...

I haven't been around in awhile, because I've been trying to buy a place. Certain complications have caused me to be without internet and a computer.

The KR47 live-action movie is practically done. I just need to make one transitional animation, but my computer is in pieces at my friend's house. We're also planning on entering some stuff in the next Tony Baloney film festival. Rob and I will be doing a rap battle, which will be animated.

For the last couple of days, we've been going to the Ideat Village arts festival. Pete --Kenshin1913-- wanted to go to this Karaoke thing at Cafe 9, and I went along. They had a live band backing up the singers. At first, I didn't really want to sing, but my friends talked me into it. I felt like singing Led Zeppelin's "Heartbreaker," and I made it to the second round, but I'm still waiting to hear when that is. A bunch of people said I did a really good job, but I couldn't hear myself that well. Then, when we were hanging out outside of the bar, some drug dealer came up to us and asked us if we wanted some mushrooms. I don't know why, but that made me laugh.

Then we had some KR47 cartoons in the Ideat Village film festival, but that was terrible. The sound was really horrible, and it didn't seem as if they rejected any submissions at all, so many of them were terrible. One movie was just a picture of a spaceship with music in the background that lasted for like five minutes. They had a bar in the back of the film area, and people were back there talking too, so the host kept screaming at everyone to shut up, we couldn't hear over them. Rob, Pete, and I sat on the couch, in the back, and these rude Yale people kept pushing by and stomping on our feet, and they didn't even apologize or acknowlegde us at all.

The highlight of the evening for me was when I got drunk and played Pete's brother Steve in foosball. Then I was snooping around the building. It was a Yale building and there were several levels. Downstairs was another karaoke, but I didn't partake in that. I found a staircase and went up. No one was there, and I tried opening the doors up there, but they were all locked. Then I came back down, and found an old piano and played that for awhile.

The festival went on for hours. It started late too. Some of the films were so terrible that Rob and Pete wanted to wait outside for awhile. Some of them were so shitty that, by the time our stuff got shown, hardly anyone was left in the place. We told some of our friends that, if they wanted to leave, we wouldn't think any less of them. They left.

When our stuff finally did get shown, few people laughed... We left, and, as we were driving home, we were just cracking jokes about all the avant garde snobs...

Rob seemed pretty glad that those people didn't like our stuff, I guess, because he didn't respect them. Most of those movies consisted of nonsensical gibberish, thrown together to give the filmmaker some sort of edgy or crazy appearance. I'm kind of tired of talking about this, because it was such a letdown.