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2004-09-21 - 2:59 a.m. My nose just runs and runs. dribbling out snot at its own leisure. I drank alone tonite, to Nick's surprise. After last night's debacle, drinking seemed to be the welcome finish to a long and strenuous weekend. Our 48 hour CAmm Slamm project ended up in shambles........over some shittly made DVD..........the movie was sound, quite good actually, but technology and our lack of knowledge in such things as DVD building and time constraints destroyed any confidence and hope of pulling off what we wanted in the CAmm Slamm competition. We got fucked over by a shitty dvd basically, the movie played.........at the end however, but only to skip in one part that had to be fast forwarded over and lost sync sound towards the end. It essentially was the last clusterfuck in the clusterfucks of the weekend. Every sign of adversity was thrown out at us during the shoot. Shitty, windy weather........My brother uninspired.........my lack of sleep..........Nick sick.........Brian late..........grueling shoot and grueling edit..........emotions were tossed to and fro, but amazingly, we handled well despite all the shit we faced. Then the screening happened, it was just heartbreak.............although it was heartwarming to see people fucking chant GO GO GO GO when our DVD ceased to function in hopes of seeing the rest of the DVD. There was a guy sitting in front of me that I see everywhere at any local film event, crossing his fingers hoping that our DVD would play. Thinking about it now, I should of fucking cried then and there. Nick frantically looked for alternatives in playing our DVD, missing more then half the show. Despite all the fuckups, people didn't hate the 6 minutes of video we shot, and despite all the technical difficulties, we still got laughs. Nick summed up the entire thing as "a hard way to learn." My brother felt that he could of done better, I just felt devastated in shock, but I just hoped and hoped something would play.......anything........I just wish it played the way it was supposed to, it would of been stronger in the showing in my opinion..........but I didn't really care.........most people in the audience didn't even know who Robert Evans was.........and I felt like some sort of intelligent dick for knowing him. Still it was funny regardless. Tracy's piece about lesbian space people won. That was good. They got the most laughs and kicked the most ass, and even Nick and I talked about how Ryan and Tracy were destined to win even before the screening. Alot of the folks that entered last year didn't have as good of ideas as they did last year...........alot of them came weaker then they did last year. I was disappointed by a few pieces and mad at others. There was some disturbing trends this year: -FUCK THE MEXICANS.........It seemed like every other piece had something to do about mexicans.........there was a video called FRITO BANDITO.............Tracy's had Ryan dressed up like a Mexican Bandit........and it was all like, "LET'S SHIT ON MEXICANS TONITE!" -MY CUTE KIDS.............Alright, alot of folks utilized children this year. I'm sorry to tell you folks, your kids aren't cute as you believed. There was one piece about same sex marriage and parenting.........and it just was so fucking bad. First of all, it wasn't entertaining. Second of all, they obviously just talked off the top of their heads into a camera.......whoopdee fucking doo.......I'd relate the whole experience to a door to door bible salesman, preaching uninspired.......I appreciate what they were trying to get at, but nobody likes a lecture. -LET'S DO SOME OLD SHIT!!!!!!...........It was weird, this year, all the people I thought that were gonna come hard, with the exception of Tracy and Ryan's stuff.....didn't. Brinton's shit was good, but it was just too weird to get a crowd behind it. The winners of last year had got even worse this year. The second place guys did some sub-par shit too. The kids that did the whole "FUCK THIS 48 shit" did another FUCK THE FILM SHIT again with subpar results. -IN CHARACTER HOMOS. You know what I'm talkin' about, some guys came to the film fest "in character" as hillbillies.............WOW! Just wow! That guy was talking shit about our movie.......Nick and I wanted to kick that faux hillbilly ass of his, but coming to our senses, to know he dressed up as that to the CAmm Slamm was wack and depressing enough to leave him be. -FILM FACTIONS..........all of a sudden it seems we gotta buncha of film factions going on and hardly a community among us. The crowd vote damn near encourages this rooting for the team kinda aspect of it all. The whole atmosphere screamed in wanting to have a fight amidst the fest's clan-like crowds. This year's CAmm Slamm was the first time I've been to the Creative Alliance in months.........and it's weird of course. Everything is busy there. Everyone too artsy. I admire Kristen and Sutton and all the cats that stick around amongst all that craziness. But they're getting paid.......Nick and I volunteered our asses off for about a year and realized soon enough we were getting fucked one way or another. I miss the Creative Alliance, but it's turned into a big behemoth of a thing, which isn't entirely bad, but makes it that more the busier......and my heart goes out to Kristen and Jed, Sutton and the folks that bust their asses even harder to keep it all together.......they are some busy folk. Nick and I eventually got tired of putting up chairs and moving tables and in some way, it felt liberating walking out of the place without picking up a single chair or sweeping the floor.......but at the same time, it was depressing, because it ain't the same place it was......and I'm not crying over the fact it got big and we got fucked, but the very fact it did get big and all of a sudden, people with money or people with influence all of a sudden respect and frequent the joint like it's theirs when they could of gave two shits back in the day when it when they were on Conkling in a beat up, gutted place. It's become an artist's temple for people at ease rather then people with true devotion it seems. Things just seem less authentic nowadays........
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