In yet another bout of shameless self-promotion, today's brunch comes courtesy of Rob and my latest Wis-Kino short.
I should mention that I normally never ever eat Cap'n Crunch, and that doing so throughout the course of filming caused my stomach to feel like someone had poured a bowl of acid-covered angry kittens into it, and my mouth to become scraped and sore. Gross.
But I did get to pretend to be God, so hey, that was kind of neat (see: delightfully blasphemous!).
Sunday, September 28, 2008
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Nice! I likey! Handshakes all around!
Maybe next time, go with Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Then you would have angry cinnamon-sugar-covered kittens, which would be demonstrably better.
Both options sound deeply unappealing to me. See, I've just lost all taste for super sugary cereals. Young Emily would not recognize twenty-something Emily. In fact, she'd probably kick me in the shins.
Call me if Woody Allen sues over the titles.
Hah, good catch. For the life of me I couldn't think of what Rob meant when he said he intended to make "Woody Allen titles" for this piece, but once I saw the finished product, it all came back.
Call it an homage. Maybe that'll keep the lawsuits at bay. ;)
An homage for sure, and a very cool one.
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