You Were the One
So, this isn’t going as well as I had hoped. I’m having trouble getting help from the city in getting Full Contact Origami officially registered as a business, because bureaucracy is only slightly easier to navigate than any given rampantly corrupt system, with the added trouble that bribery will get me nowhere. Probably.
Additionally, donations have been few, so few, in fact, that I can’t even add “far between” in there because there’s been only one.
On top of that, my bovine (ex!)cohabitor managed to get free with what is essentially $900 of my money. I paid her rent the last month of our time together with the intent of claiming her security deposit as my own in the future. However, her repeated failures to pay her rent with any semblance of timeliness and the fact that she left her room an utter mess made it so that the landlord exercised his right to take her deposit as his own. So I got seriously fucked.
Despite all that, though, I’ve made an executive decision: I am going to continue down the current path until the end of the year. In January, I am going to buy the best camera that I can afford with whatever money I have at that point and commence making a god damn movie. Because that’s just how I roll.
I’ve started preproduction on Transatlanticism, breaking the screenplay down into a shooting script and doing some rough storyboards. I’ve already enlisted some help with the production, and I should probably be able to fill out the crew with people who are friendly with me and naÃ¯ve enough to believe that working for free is a good idea. Lucky for me I’ve met enough people to make it look like I’m remotely competent. I hope.
So, there are only three and a half months of me ending these (infrequent but soon to increase) posts with the missive that you should donate to me out of love or pity. I’m not particular.