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5:29am

Right now, this is a very different experience than last year. We had three shite movies back to back last year around this time. At this particular moment, we were jowl-deep in Faster Pussycat, Kill! Kill! and we were totally exhausted. This year, we all hit a fatigue wall around 8pm, but since then it’s all been gravy. Probably because the movies have been great since then. Lebowski—rockin;’ Oldboy—squiffy; The Descent—scary-ass scary. I am fraking wide away right now, and drinking again. This is both the earliest and the latest I’ve ever had a drink before.

We’ve made some nerdy-ass videos and taken nerdy-ass pictures, and maybe the humour might not translate to you non-participants, but we laughed off making them. Just you wait and see.
BTW: this movie is making me feel very claustrophobic right now!
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Anonymous said…
Dude.
I am tired.
25 hours and counting now.
8:48 am
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