labor fruit
I have been out or at Laika until after ten -- usually after midnight -- every night this week, preparing for the Worst Date Night Ever screening/party, which in case you didn't know is also the Premiere of Open. Fucking finally.
Anyway, here's the fruit of my week's worth of neck-killing, sleep-dodging, cat-neglecting labor:
Exhibit A, The DVD of my short films, which you get with a $5 donation at the screening. As promised on the flier:
Exhibit B, The final (screening) edit of the film in question. Sound designed (unsweetened, which is how I like my tea but not how I like my dialogue), scored, titles and credits, everything:
Jesus, my neck hurts.
Good night, brothers and sisters of the internet. See you all Sunday, I hope.
Anyway, here's the fruit of my week's worth of neck-killing, sleep-dodging, cat-neglecting labor:
Exhibit A, The DVD of my short films, which you get with a $5 donation at the screening. As promised on the flier:
Exhibit B, The final (screening) edit of the film in question. Sound designed (unsweetened, which is how I like my tea but not how I like my dialogue), scored, titles and credits, everything:
Jesus, my neck hurts.
Good night, brothers and sisters of the internet. See you all Sunday, I hope.