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Filmmaker's Diary:
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I am shocked and appalled at the recent goings-on concerning this diary. It
seems that someone known to us only as "CS" has written to PopCanon
HQ requesting information on what colors my mother and I painted my apartment
this past weekend. And I assure you, kind readers and real fans, that this person
was not being sincere. Not honestly inquring out of true interest. No. I
say to you that this person was being irreverent! Facetious! Using the solemn
name of PopCanon for their twisted pleasure! And what about those of us doing
the painting? My sainted mother and I worked our fingers to the bone to make
my apartment prettier for me, and my foster children,
and you mock us! Picking the right tones of lavender to match the furniture
in the living room and dining room, cutting the exact sizes of linoleum for
the kitchen and bathroom without overdoing it with the glue, taking the risk
of going with a key lime color in the hallway! But do you care? It's all a big
fucking joke to you, isn't it? I cannot abide your cynical, callous inhumanity.
I'll have your badge for this, CS, if it's the last thing I do! [Neditor:
!!!!!!!!!!!]
And ... scene.
Thank you. Is it any wonder that big time agents are clamoring to represent me?
Of course, I'm thrilled that someone other than the members of PC are reading
this thing. CS, a copyeditor from Chicago. And a chick! That's unusual. Michael
said he didn't think PC had as many female fans, "especially of the rabid,
nearly stalkerific kind who get all the literary references & all that crap
... most of our fans are geeky adolescent boys, and are usually either musicians
or philosophy majors." Thank you for your interest, CS, misguided as it
may be. The fact that I know you're out there makes it almost worthwhile. You
should also know that we at the PopCanon Suckumentary are giddy with curiosity
about you. Who you really are, what you look like, when you're getting out.
Maybe we'll never know. So as a public service, I'm including with this week's
diary entry an artist's rendering of you. Please take it in the
spirit with which it's intended.
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As for the movie, I had a meeting with Dionysus, my new partner in crime. Needless to say, she's far more into the project than Mike was (incidentally, after it became clear that he wouldn't be able to take part, I picked up the footage that I'd given him to cut a few weeks ago. It was still in the same envelope, unopened. Disappointing, but I bear no malice. As Ned always tells me, "God never closes a door without opening a window" [Now, clearly I never said that. But I do think that G-d never closes a door without opening a big can o' worms. A Diet of Worms, even ... (a little Religious History joke there for you, CS)]). [Hey, and dig the Close Internal Parens, Close Bracket, Close External Parens: copyedit that, sista!]
Di digs the music and gets the humor of the whole thing which is very encouraging. After sitting alone with this footage for so long, it's great to hear someone else laugh, and someone else rock out. So I know it's not just me. We'll see how it goes in the coming weeks.
In Gainesville, Ned and Mike Rotolante mixed the audio recorded at the Florida Theatre and he seems as pleased as he can be under the circumstances. Those circumstances being that he's Ned. The band played the shit out of Fishbee Island, a great song that they'd never recorded before [well, never recorded in this version, the Original Voision As In My Head]. I think Rotolante said "it would be hard to fuck that song up", and it's true. A very fun and representative PopCanon tune. The other two songs we shot that very hot day (Fight Song and Lights Out) were also good, but maybe the players were doing it just to satisfy me, while they really kicked Fishbee with a tasty groove. Ned has also been hard at work editing the footage of that song and I'll be checking it out in a couple of weeks when I go back to Hogtown to see him and Anne and Harper. Hopefully, the 'mentary will have gotten a lot more sucku' by then. For now, Di and I will be busy hacking away.
I've got an important meeting tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.