So I recorded two more stories in "Eileen" after bell practice, both of which went well, I thought. Then I went home and played them on my television. No sound. Nada. Turns out, apparently, that the battery was dead in my lapel microphone, probably because I had accidently left it turned on at some point. Oh bother. Now that I have to re-record those parts, there is absolutely no way I will make the February 15th deadline, and I have instead officially set my sights at the second of the three festival deadlines, March 1st, which also coincides with the Cornerstone deadline.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
