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These are carried over from the old bloggity. Feel free to comment on these as well. The links don’t yet work because i’m far too lazy to fix them at the moment. I’ll get around to it.

Excuses Excuses

So let’s get to the question everyone is e-mailing me about: Are the DVD’s ready yet? Not so much. They actually were all done but for reasons passing understanding an entire school of chupacabra rioted last week, crossed the border, ate a bunch of fast food, broke into some arcades, spent hours playing Dance Dance Revolution, egged Andy Roony’s house, stole the armored car that was carrying my disks and drove back to Mexico with them. I’m sure you heard about it on the news. No doubt there are some mythological creatures laughing their asses off at this very moment.

Hopefully we’ll have a new pressing soon. I just need to find a few thousand dollars in my couch cushions and we’re golden. Also, I blame Trav. I don’t know why, but I blame him.

As for the good news, we laid down the commentary track a few weeks ago, Grant, Travis, Evan and I, which was fun. It turned out really well; I think you’ll all dig our insight and witty banter. I think you will all especially dig the part where I repeatedly bounce things off the table causing a fun little click all throughout the track.

Someone also recently asked if there would be a sequel to the Halo rap. I think some things are better off as one time experiences, don’t you? Like high school, crack cocaine and hookers.

What else?

Today in the Pimp My Pals section of the blogity thingy is my own brother, Ryan. He, too, fancies himself a writer and he’s put a few short stories up on the web here. We have very different approaches to, well, pretty much everything, but it’s quality stuff. Take a moment to check it out, won’t you? Sign the boy’s guest book, too. It’ll make him happy.

Now, introducing a new segment to the blog, 207 haiku, where, when I feel like it, I’ll write a haiku about the movie or really just whatever comes to mind.

The film is complete
DVD’s are still not here
Fried Twinkies taste good

Wow. I tell you what, if this whole movie thing doesn’t work out for me, I got a haiku career ahead of me.

I’m done for now, I think.

Get a beverage of your choice and go fry something. It’s fun to fry stuff.

E

say a prayer for the ones you have left behind

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Of Giants.

So there’s this girl, right? Her name is Catherine. We used to date. We don’t anymore. I don’t talk about her aloud very often because I continue to say everything I can about her in pages and pictures. And because when I do mention her the response from my friends is usually something like, “Jesus, E. Let it go.” When we were first dating for the fist time we celebrated our having been together for one month with a lakeside bottle of cheap champagne and we called it our “lunarversary” because months are based on lunar cycles. It’s a chick thing to do, I know, but it meant something to me because I had never wanted to be with any one person that long. Ever since then when I carry something for a significant amount of time, I have a tendency to mark the first month with a special importance.

June 1st was the first lunarversary of my father’s death.

I wasn’t going to mention this anywhere online because this seems like something far too personal to share with even my closest friends and because words aren’t enough, not nearly enough, not nearly enough to encompass a man even half my fathers size. Anything I can ever say will be paltry at best and traitorous at worst. But a few hours ago I was reading Kevin Smith’s journal entry about the two-year anniversary of his father’s passing, also June 1st, and I remembered reading his post on his own messageboard two years ago.

It said, “Give your fathers a hug, if you can…
I’d hug mine if I could.
My father died very unexpectedly this morning around 5:30-6:00 a.m, suffering a massive heart attack. He’d just turned sixty seven on May 22nd.”

I remember reading that and calling my dad immediately and I thought, if my speaking of this can cause even one other person to call his or her own father, than it is well worth it.

I wrote an article about my dad for my hometown paper a few months ago, and you can read it here, if you like.

And here, you can read the eulogy I delivered at his service, if you so desire.

But if you do nothing else, please do call your dad, if you can. Go see him. Tell him the things that always seemed too saccharin to say out loud. Those things that you think are simply understood without words, they mean a lot more when they are vocalized. Spoken words have a weight that inference does not, they hit harder and land more truly than you probably know.

Mr. Smith is spot on right when he says that no price would be too high for one more day with my dad. But it’s also true that nothing will ever mean as much to me as when he said, “Do you know how proud I am of you?”

Donald Martin Hunter was 6’2, when I was younger I thought my daddy was a giant. It wasn’t until I was taller than him that I realized just how enormous he is.

I miss the hell out of him.

Get a beverage of your choice and call your friggin dad, will ya?

E

i never had light in my eyes anyway

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I am bulletproof!

So they’ve done it. Those soulless rat-bastard fuckheads that litter X-box live have figured out all new ways to cheat post-patch. It reminds me a lot of one of the title cards in For Catherine. “How band-aids are different than tourniquets.” Bunch of savages in Live town. I’m pleased to report, however, that Mr. Barkley and I are still pretty much unbeatable, even when they cheat. Which is just sad for them. Any of you who fancy an ass-kicking, feel free to drop me a line. This has nothing to do with these here moving pictures, but it’s on my mind.

Speaking of the flick, a few of the minor changes that are going into the final cut are well, I may be a little biased but, really, really awesome.

Like ten billion hotdogs.

There’s an old saying in Hollywood or, “Whorywood” as Grant likes to call it, that goes a little something like this: “Movies aren’t finished, they’re abandoned.” Which is kind of sad at the same time as it’s entirely true. I think of that often as I realize that I could easily spend another three years just tweaking this thing, but realize that if I truly love my movie at some point I have to set it free. I’m almost ready to let go.

We here at 207 pictures have a lot of other irons in our proverbial fire, for sure, but of course the biggest thing on our mind is For Catherine. I think those of you who elect to pick up a copy are going to be pleased with your purchase.

Today in the “Pimp My Pals” segment is Inspire Creative Studios where my old friend Craig Thieman is heading up shop. Check em out if you need some marketing or, you know, if you’re just lonely and need someone to talk to.

Once again I’d like to throw out a big thanks to all of my family and friends who continue to put up with an even more difficult E in what is unquestionably the worst thing I have ever experienced. You all know who you are and you know that I love you.

Get a beverage of your choice and remember why you do the things you do.

E

I’ve got mountains of regret and my sorrow fills an ocean.

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Better Days.

Hey, kids. Post production on For Catherine continues slowly, which seems to be how I do most everything these days, and we should have DVD’s ready in, oh, let’s say thirty days. That sounds like a fun number. Mark my words, exactly thirty days from today I will make up an excuse for why the DVD’s aren’t ready yet.

The blog looks a little different today, and will probably continue to evolve over the next few post. Try not to fixate on it.

In other news, This week I begin a collaboration with Creative Inspire Studios out of Wilmington North Cackalaky. I wrote an as yet untitled short for them that I’m calling, “What happens when I write without sleeping for a week.” I think it’s gonna be a winner. This marks the first time in a very very long time that I’ve handed a script off to another human to direct, and I’m very much looking forward to the result. If all goes well I hope to write for these guys as well as a few other cats quite a bit more in the future as I have lots of ideas for shorts and not lots of time, or motivation for that matter, to produce them.

Lastly I’m getting back into playing Halo 2, but with a great deal of trepidation and care. I find this game frustrating as often as fun, more often actually, but, like a tongue to a broken tooth, I return. Those of you who have come by this site as a result of the rap probably know all about my feelings on this game. Regardless, if anyone out there feels like a game, my tag is “Inkyprophet.” Travis actually just called to see if I wanted to play as I was typing that. Odd. His tag is “Vicious207.”

On a most personal note, to all of my friends and family that have been here for me and will continue to be here for me in these ridiculous days, thank you. You all mean more to me than I can say.

Get a beverage of your choice and tell someone you love them.

Sometimes that’s just about as fucked up as you can be.

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