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2002-07-28

In a slightly intoxicated state and after too much of Tenacious D, Tommy and I decided that we should record a dialog with the digicam. A few further ado’s later, we had come up with a script. He came up with the script, I was at the bathroom. I hooked it up and said action.

     -- Have you read the latest X-Men? I delivered the line without both skill as well and meaning. It all came out rather flat.      -- Why are you always on about X-men, Stan? He said it almost in the same manner as I would have used.      -- I want to be one. At this point Monty Python, if they ever see this, can probably sue us.      -- What?      -- I want to be a superhero.      -- You wanna be a superhero?! But you can’t be one. My mind blanked, I couldn’t remember a thing. I looked down on the table and tired to get back in the right place. It failed. I blame Tommy as he tried to go up to John Cleese-level in pitch. He didn’t succeed.      -- Don’t you bloody repress me!      -- I don’t repress you... You don’t have a spandex-suit. What are you going to wear? Slippers and a weenie? In my mind everything came to a halt. What did he say?      -- It’s a beanie faggot. Oh, fuck. What did I just say?

Now. Much can be held against the script, even more can be blamed on against our acting ability, but really, some of this was actually in the script. The “weenie” was supposed to be “beanie” and I just tried my best to work the correction into the script. That was probably the one thing that worked. Lines disappeared and were lost as the sidekick’s illicit handwriting made it hard to read. My God, in hindsight I wish I had read it all in advance and changed it. No really need now, as the camera didn’t want to record us with sound nor picture. The mic was all static noise and everything looked black due to incompetent lightening.