yes, metal gear solid is currently kicking my ass, both in the enjoyable sense and in the "Damn you Snake! Again with the dieing!" sort of way. indeed, it is a most excellent game. where else can you, one man, take on a tank, and later on, a walking nuclear silo equiped with a railgun, laser and vulcan cannon, and WIN. possible in another game, i really wouldn't know, and i haven't gotten to the walking nuclear arsenal (which is named REX, of all things) yet, but metal gear solid is still rocking my world. especially snake. good lord he's cool. and such a pimp. i hope i grow up to be just like solid snake. except without the dieing, of course.

as for the REST of my life, it's the usual ups and downs. crazy, as usual. filimg has gotten WAY behind schedule (pretty much my fault, as i do all the organizing), but it WILL be completed. however, it has come to my attention that the oh-so-wonderful camera we (more specifically, ubertopher) aquired, had video noise. not to mention hi8, no matter how "hi" it may be, has SHITTY quality. and minDV, despiste the "mini"-ness of it all, has far superior quality. therefore, i am renewing my petetion for a Canon XL-1 digital video camera for ben's pants productions. that's the CANON XL-1 folks. the CANON XL-1. once more, that's the CANON XL-1. CANON XL-1. CANON XL-1!

and jesus guys...post sometime...please? i'm lonely here all by myself...

*sniffle*

filming of chiaman has INDEED gone well. it is most excellent. like brodie said, it's VERY cool to see our movie acutally comming into being. i am NOT, however, looking foreward to the long and ardious (spelling?) process of editing in lighting, ala return of the jedi. it is going to take, aproximatly, FOR-FUCKING-EVER. ahem. but i'm not bitter. i'm just glad we're finally making a movie. yeah, we did make the tv movie, but it wasmore a documentary than a real FILM. anyway...more filming tomarrow. of did we reschedule tomarrow... shit. ah well.

whew.
first portion of filming for today done. it went smashingly. except for a few bits where the mic wandered into the frame, and a few other things, this went off without a hitch. ubertopher's brothere ended up rather bloody (not really...you'll see) and in general (i think) a good time was had by all.
soon we leave for skippers (who IS going to let us film there after all: if there is a god, he must like us) to finish filming for today. with any luck, things should go as well as they did previously. and they shall.
snoogins.

today is first day of filming on chiaman.
if i was religious, i'd be praying.
wish us luck.

good news! news, perhaps, of even a great quality. it is exceedingly likely that the tv movie, the debut ben's pants feature, will be shown on the kbvr tv station (apparently channel 99). all that is required for this accomplishment is for me to submit a tape containing said film to a certian man whom i met tonight. he will in turn hand it over to his friend who mans the kbvr station. i have been assured that the likelyhood of our film making it to that airwaves (or perhaps cable-waves) is indeed every high.
prodigious.
whist on the subject of film, i believe that, with the assistance of the girl, i have come across a piece of music which will be well suited to the opening credits sequence. the music in question is a performance by the royal philharmonic orchestra of pink floyd's "wish you were here." i've already run it by the guy, who seems to think it is a most excellent idea/song.
and speaking of the guy, and to a lesser extent, songs, here is the guy himself (and yours truely, i say "uh, i'd like a nickel bag"), preforming "jay's rap" from the kevin smith feature, "jay and silent bob strike back."
snoogins.

and yes, we really sound like that.

brodie is hereby sentenced to death by snu-snu for his crimes against humanity, which include, but are not limited to, 21 counts of murder, and unauthorized travel to parallel universes. are you ready?

for those of you don't "speak-a de french" (or whatever), and are too lazy to get your collective asses over to babelfish, here's brodie's post (the french one, dumbass) in english, the language of champions:

I know that all the men who will read this post does not speak French, but I did not write not as a Frenchwoman for a long time, and I need the practice. It is Saturday, and I have take my day has the house. The moment more interesant has ete quad I have deshabille my khaki' S, and equips with the jeans. I am the direction of the rejection enflame the jaques ones.

whop-dee-fuckin-do.
as you have no doubt guessed, i'm in a real jovial mood tonight. come on world! i'll fucking kick your ass if you some much as breathe on me! yeah, that right! you! there in the front! not so big now, are we?!

wee. If i wasn't such a fucking pussy, i'd go get in a fight. it'd be bitchin.

heh. brodie wrote as a frenchwoman. he he.

woo.
ok, i've just made copies of the nessicary items for the chiaman auditions: 10 posters, 30 audition forms, and five copies of the script. furthermore, i arranged to have herr curtis supervise us for a hour on friday (required by the school in order for us to use their premises), and turned in the announcement to be read cocerning the tryouts, which was written by that guy becuase of his long experience in doing the announcements. everything is well on it's way to completion. excellent. this movie WILL be made, and it WILL kick ass. much ass.
most excellent.

every time i think i've sort of got things under control, that i've perhaps pacified my raging id, it all goes downhill again. this constant up-and-down is tireing. i want to get away from this life, but there are bits i like that i can't take with me. and there are bits that i so deperatly want to leave behind. some things belong in the past, but all too often they chose not to stay there.

why are women so fucking confusing? why must they toy with my pitiful mind so...