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Saturday, May 09, 2009

Documentary

I'm currently in the process of making a documentary of my summer.  I'm not sure that I'll actually be able to follow through all the way, but I actually did edit a two-minute-or-so documentary of my drive home last night.  It's going to be way too much footage to wait until the end to edit, so I'm doing it as I go along.  Which is cool, except sometimes I think that the segment would be cooler if I had footage from the future.  Eh.  We'll see.


All the fish in the back yard died.  I went out there yesterday with my dad and had to take some pictures of it, in case he needed to sue the guy.  I was really glad that my parents hadn't put Gauss in there yet.

Peace out.


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