Bad luck isn't brought by broken mirrors

Barely whisper, "This is so messed up..."

2007-12-05T07:17:13Z

Dario is sitting, not in the main room but in the kitchen. On the table is a bottle of whiskey, three quarters full and an ashtray with cigarette butts. Dario himself is sitting, cigarette in hand, staring morosely into his glass of whiskey. He'd welcome some sympathetic company.

Typist: Long story short, Lena thought it would be best if she and Dario broke up. He, wanting to make her happy, agreed. Since he hasn't smoked a cigarette or drank whiskey since getting together with Lena (because he was worried the taste would gross her out), he's doing both now. To make up for lost time. Advice or sympathy welcome.

A preview of sorts.

2007-11-29T07:31:21Z

Two short films of mine, just so people can see what sort of work I do.

This one was for French class. We were supposed to write a paper interpreting a French poem, but I, being me, did this instead. I originally got a D, but talked my way up to a B- by writing a short paper to go along with it. You don't get to see the paper, it was crap. But the film I like. Here we go, my interpretation of Jacque Prévert's "Chanson des escargots qui vont à l'enterrement." Enjoy.

Okay, this next one was extra credit for History. What Does History Mean To You? Crappy subject, not a bad short. Excuse the scruffiness, this was my unwashed artist phase.