May 21, 2007

We Bring the Suffering Upon Ourselves

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.

* Filed by Bil at 7:24 pm under Shameless Plugs, The Arts

5 Responses to “We Bring the Suffering Upon Ourselves”

  1. -p-
    May 21st, 2007 | 9:54 pm

    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-

  2. Devon
    May 21st, 2007 | 10:08 pm

    Oh. My. God. The bottles were in my guest bed… it’ll never be the same… think of the wet spot…
    that is all.

  3. Trevor
    May 21st, 2007 | 10:25 pm

    Espresso! I love it!

  4. Debbie
    May 22nd, 2007 | 9:48 am

    And nine months later you will have the miniature wine bottles running around… You make me laugh.

  5. Devon
    May 22nd, 2007 | 10:11 pm

    Shhh… don’t give away what’ll happen in the sequel! :)

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