2:30 AM, Thursday morning...

Just got back home from V3... and my eyes are still bloodshot from the Wednesday morning/afternoon hangover. Just yikes, fucking yikes.

I'm getting over something and the meds amplify alcohol... a lot... and Sunday I remembered to skip a day so I could drink... and Tuesday night, well, I did not. I apologize to all who were in the Holiday Inn around 3AM, listening to what happens to me when I'm far too smashed for my own good. Andy, Amanda, you two especially. The less said about the manbrow incident the better... sad thing is, Andy you could've totally scored with her too, if you'd'a just said "snitchie bitchies".

Uh, the format of these things seems to be list-like?

Now You Know- Pacing was a little weird early on but once it got rolling it really kicked my ass with one of the best comedy/drama mixes I've seen in a while. Plus anything with the '88 NBC Monday Night All-Stars AND the Slash seal of approval is fine by me.

BHD- Just amazingly funny... honestly, I think that Theatre Two was just underenthusiastic because of all the lighting/tech problems and maybe some people having walked in not knowing what to expect. Those weren't pity questions, by the way... the only pity is the retrospect realization that I should've shaved my head so I could say I was in the movie.

Vulgar- It was like watching Andy smashed, making out with two girls while five people were camcording. You know what you're watching is amazing... but there's that certain layer of fear and confusion you have to push through before you can really sit back and let it all sink in. The tortured-artist story taken to Job-ian levels that lies underneath the occasional massive shocks to the systems is really worth it.

Jay And Silent Bob- It's amazing how weird it is to see a movie all about internet culture... steeped in a sea of people that I know FROM internet culture. Loved the extras, as well... the shaming Affleck out of ad-libbing plan continues to develop.

Comments on people... if I miss anyone, remember, I just drove seven hours and am about to pass out.

Andy, I clink my glass to you.

sean, ride on beta-projector-man, ride on.

Lynch, your prediction that in non-internet Reality we'd get along great was dead-on, no one deserves the kind of growing success you're getting more than you... now lets go watch our really hot girlfriends trade stuffed animals and make out.

Isis, you're paganlicious.

Chris, don't worry, someone at the Stash will actually call you Chris some day... and if that fails, just ride out your days as a Walken impersonator. None of you have ever lived until you've heard Violent Bob do his impression of Christopher Walken doing an impression of Ben Affleck.

Kevin, thanks for setting up the whole fucking deal... and for realizing why, after having seen Upstate NY, I can look around Red Bank after an ice storm and... just be happy to not be in Herkimer.

Vincent, those cards were insanely excellent, hope you're feeling better...

Len and Somber for doing all the grunt work on the pins while I got to just sit around coming up with silly names.

Rob, for that sort of unspoken mutual understanding of how weird it is to be called "Smalls" or "RugMuncher" in real life...

Ming, before you blackmail me with that Axl tape, remember who got you that Theatre Luke...

Amanda, I'm sorry I ruined your panties when I said "noonish" with my mouth full of quesadilla and it came out "snoogans".

Jesus, this is getting late... everybody at RedHeads, everybody at Juanitos, at Morgans, at the various Holiday Inn parties... Ben, Pat-Matt, Jessica, Quinn, Chris Reiver, Josh, all the ANPat guys... all the Brits including a certain one predisposed to headbanging...

Malcolm, I wish I could'a hung out with you longer... but at least my lady got to throw probably the strangest prop question I'd ever heard at you. If you ever need fake weed plants again, she detailed out a way to fake the buds on the cheap on the way driving back to the hotel...

Thanks to my friend at Will Vinton Studios... I'm forwarding the Abracadaver director/editor your info right before I finally crash out for the night...

Uh... everybody at Harley's for being such a great audience for my two little flicks... I'd of showed the wrestling one but it was like 35 minutes and I wouldn't have wanted to miss a second of Chunky Peanut Butter Boy, just so y'all could see what wonderful costumes my girlfriend made... and what a terrible wrestler I made. I hope I can share some more of my stuff with y'all in some form or another.

Shit, I know I've forgotten a lot of people, all of y'all were wonderful, the entire time was great and... not for nothing but the weird rut that has been my post-collegiate life thus far had sort of, uh, made me have my doubts about getting into this teevee/film thing... but being around such talented and interesting folks for three debauched days sort of reminded me why I loved this stuff so much to begin with.

Adri, I know you rarely ever read the board but thanks for handling all the weirdness with such grace... and for just calmly pulling out one of your costume/makeup books when you got too muddled in us all throwing around such confusing words as "ChasingJasonLee" "TangoBoard" and the ubiquious everyman poster "BankyHitler69". Of all the reasons that I love you, that you can put up with me is the one that still amazes me every day.

Uhm, anything else? Anybody else?

I dunno. It was a blast.