When the lack of boredom becomes to burdensome, it is better to disregard all demands of delinquency and explode into exhibitions of extra-terrestrial trouble. Shall I proceed to prove my point. I will imagine an overpowering approval.
On one such night with too much to do, too many people to do it, too many options, and too much to finish before doing the oodles of intended projects. All of a sudden, someone, I cannot recall who it could have been, had the fantastic idea of indulging in film creation. By the time anyone realized the magnitude of the madness that had completely prepossessed us, costumes (formerly the wardrobe of Katie and sundry other persons) were tried, retried, discarded, forgotten, rediscovered, used again only to remind us of their unbecoming qualities, rediscarded, and the cycle recycled itself several times, until all found themselves more or less satisfied with their auspicious attire. Then it was on to the studio, an empty room in close proximity to ours, where foofaraw and imagination become the main course for the voracious lenses of the camera. If our commotion and hullabaloo had had a plot I might have related it here, but no plot is possibly discernible and if there were, none of these incompetent words and incapable photos at my disposal would be able to paint an adequate depiction. To further complicate the matter, our internet is of such quality that it renders any attempts to upload our masterpieces of insanity as futile and frustrated. Please content yourself with these behind the scenes snapshots.
On one such night with too much to do, too many people to do it, too many options, and too much to finish before doing the oodles of intended projects. All of a sudden, someone, I cannot recall who it could have been, had the fantastic idea of indulging in film creation. By the time anyone realized the magnitude of the madness that had completely prepossessed us, costumes (formerly the wardrobe of Katie and sundry other persons) were tried, retried, discarded, forgotten, rediscovered, used again only to remind us of their unbecoming qualities, rediscarded, and the cycle recycled itself several times, until all found themselves more or less satisfied with their auspicious attire. Then it was on to the studio, an empty room in close proximity to ours, where foofaraw and imagination become the main course for the voracious lenses of the camera. If our commotion and hullabaloo had had a plot I might have related it here, but no plot is possibly discernible and if there were, none of these incompetent words and incapable photos at my disposal would be able to paint an adequate depiction. To further complicate the matter, our internet is of such quality that it renders any attempts to upload our masterpieces of insanity as futile and frustrated. Please content yourself with these behind the scenes snapshots.
First Introductory Photo!
A Ninja? It appears that Graham got mixed up half way through his get up!
Then there is the Red Warrior from the Sunny Shadows of Somewhere!
And who is third? None other then the impersonation of an physically embodied cartoon hero that I had once observed.
Lastly, our Pirate only carried the appearance of being harmless, but had all sorts of tricks and treats up his sleeve.
After tiring of pretending to be what we were not, we started to become what we were pretending to be.
Some spectators are attracted to spectacles, others create them.
On this one you may whet your imaginations as to our objective, for we have not figured it out ourselves.
How many people does it involve to make a picture? All of them!
There was a fair amount of fast paced action thoughout the night.
Ninjas were not the only ones confused here!
We hope your days do not end with any similarities to ours!
The moral of the story would probably be; it is a good idea not to let Halloween come too early, for more reasons than one, the enumeration of which was presented in the preceding pictures. On the other hand, the moral of this unethereal experience could be; make sure you actually have a moral for any story or movie otherwise it will never classify as a classic (except, maybe, as a classic failure). The moral is was makes a tale immortal.
This was P.H. D., burning through his education to the third degree! If every you want excitement, it is up to you, because you never know when I will post again.
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