Re-working/re-rendering of the ol' chestnut
Been down so long it's beginning to look like up.
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Been editing so long it's beginning to look like life.
Meaning I can FF over whatever I choose, Command8 and capture moments and then render all into a snazzedelic primo amassment of clips.
In case you are reading this, JR, I am working. You may not have evidence but on my grad student honour it's veracity.
En route to meet Lead Boy Colleague today for coffee, although he has proudly never had a cuppa joe, I dispatched him needlessly towards a cooling wreck caused by the soupy fog that blanketed the Middling City earlier.
He made it in time for the cleanup crew.
Catching a whiff of my sister's adrenaline joined her and ended last night at, believe it or not, Evil Native American Den of Sleaze & Bankrupty - the casino in toxicmost Niagara Falls. NF, CA, not NY, is where a developer is to build not a 5-er but a 4-star hotel (for high rollers, of course) on the other side of the brink - in the belly of the Canadian gambling beast, to accomodate the bimbos, hardasses, galaxians, MIT students and the like.
quickcut edit
I was up up up, then down lower, then upper as I rendered this reality:
I had not had enough free weak cocktails (Esmerelda, I bellowed) and the man two doors down on slots had won the super jackpot (casino worker stuck a special colorful wedge of paper into his slot to pronounce that this contraption had exuded so much luck, fortune) so whatinhell were my chances.
Time to roll.
And not in the craps fashion.
Love Crap.