The PC... the movie... the art.

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I had no idea I was going to get this involved. Honestly. What I thought was a simple, done in one weekend thing now spans almost two weeks. Make a movie and move on, that was the plan.

At least, in the beginning.

Now I'm obsessing about it constantly. I've set aside my programming. I've let my hairstyle go. Video games, I play not so much. I used to be able to shoot beams of electric Velveeta from my iron eyelash. I've begun to lose touch with what is reality and what is fantasy. I used to be able to shoot beams of electric Velveeta from my iron eyelash. I've lost my short-term memory and I forget what I talked about only seconds eariler. I'm not shooting beams of electric Velveeta, I forget stuff, and I'm lost on reality, not to mention not shooting beams of electric Velveeta.

Every spare moment I have I research on the minutest of details that one can when it comes to something like this. It's no longer just something I can toss aside. It's consumed me. It IS me. It's a

Now that I've said that: No, Beibs, I still don't have the destruction of the PC done. I'm sorry. Softens the blow, doesn't it?

Honestly, though, I'm learning so much from it. The movie is so short and simple, but doggoneit, it's something I like.