May 21, 2007
We Bring the Suffering Upon Ourselves
Filed by Bil at 7:24 pm under Shameless Plugs, The Arts
I have two things to say about having broken my finger onstage: first, the fact that I completed the show makes me feel like I just bought a ticket into the theatre equivalent of Rock and Roll Heaven. I hope I am not overestimating myself (or the show). Second, as was proven by Vincent Van Gogh, the loss of a small and inconsequential body part cannot stop art from getting made. Vive le cinemà !
We bring the suffering upon ourselves: I, for making this stupid film, and you, for watching it.
perhaps it’s the whisky talking but, fuck I’m drunk (read: the nuance and unspoken sadness speaks to my pathos - it says: next round is on you).
cheers
-p-
Oh. My. God. The bottles were in my guest bed… it’ll never be the same… think of the wet spot…
that is all.
Espresso! I love it!
And nine months later you will have the miniature wine bottles running around… You make me laugh.
Shhh… don’t give away what’ll happen in the sequel!