Woody Cavenaugh

Saturday Carolina Theater hosted the screenings of 36+ Greensboro 48 Hour Film Project entries. The films were split into three evenly sized groups and each of these films has a chance at winning the prestegious "Audience Award" in their group voted on by the folks who were there watching the films. Of these all but ten are eligable for judging on various categories by the judges which include: Best Directing, Best Script, Best Cinematography, Best Editing, Best Acting, Best Use of Character, Best Use of Prop, Best Use of Line, Best Music, Best Sound Design, Best Effects. Those eligable for these awards all vie for the covetted "Best Overall". The winner of Best Overall is sent on to represent Greensboro at the higher levels.

Before I start the reviews I thought I would share a story that has to qualify as a Frequently Asked Question to me personally as I do my thing filmatically. "Why oh why does yours truly always end up dead in Ike Quigley flicks?" Its a good question, and an interesting story with lots of history so I thought I would lay this piece of local film legend and lore (in my own mind anyway) out for you.

The year was 1999, Ike Quigley who had been running a very successful film program out of Randolph Community College wanted to do an experiment. He wanted to see if he could make a 30 minute film casted and crewed entirely from amatures. The cast could have experience but he wanted to use his friends for crew and besides himself, only Sara (my lovely fem fatal) had any clue about making a movie. If successful, then one could create a film company as a start up and get to make movies (which is fun) while being with your friends all the time (which is also fun). Kevin Smith was already doing this with his Jersey crowd, and Ike wanted to see how it would work for us. Thus The Violin was born. Crewed by amatures, filmed in a micro mini budget, this 30 minute short is what would now be your average first year's 48 Hour Film Project entry's first cut. You know, you have to have only seven minutes of film, but you wrote a 45 minute script and on your first pass you managed to cut it down to 30 minutes. Yeah. That's pretty much what we created. But it proved that it could be done, and everyone involved had a hellova good time. In this film we had various scenes that required extras and we got those from the crew. So in one scene I was cast complete with lines (I played an ass, no suprise there), and in several others you saw me in different outfits walking one way or the other. Fun stuff. Anyway we all had a great time, and the shoot was generally jovial with plenty of good natured ribbing between takes. On some occasion Ike said something and my reply was "It's OK Ike, I'd still die for you." I can't remember what it was but it was funny as hell at the time. Since then, on every shoot that Ike directs, if I'm on the crew, I'm a dead man. In The Curse, I was shot twice in the chest. On the unfinished zombie picture, I was ripped appart by zombies no less than four times. I had a small role, a slightly larger role, and a bunch of background extra parts. (Having long hair made stuff like that possible.) In The Gift, I was shot once in the chest, and now in Gone To Ground, I was stabbed to death. Good times. Ike was actually teasing me the other night that he wants to to stretch me as a corpse into dying in new ways like hanging or drowning. He'd like to see me grow as an actor.

Now some of you who may have seen more of my work might remember that I wasn't killed in Purely Platinum. The reason was because in Purely Platinum my lovely wife Sara was directing, and Ike was a judge. We've always secretly believed that we would have done better in the first year of the 48 (at least with Judge Ike) if Sara had found some way to kill me in the film. The truth is I suspect Sara has cause to fantisize about killing me about once a week and there is no satisfaction from killing me in film. No matter how messed up I am made in a movie when the scene is cut and we move on to the next scene, I always get up and go shower. That's got to be disappointing.

Now for the reviews. Since the first year of the 48 Hour Film Project in Greensboro I have dutifully watched the films and gave a very honest one idiots opinion of the films. I would typically start the entry in some sort of "Character" that reflected my role in our film or the genre of the film. So when we did spy last year, I wrapped my reviews in a bunch of shitch about cleverly trying to sabatogue other folks films, but under it all, the reviews were my humble and unasked for opinions about what I thought about the works of the other crews. Every one of them are filled to the brim with talented folks, and honestly we have enough folks in this town that we could cast and crew an entire feature film, possibly twice over. Greensboro, in case you didn't know has a simply huge independant film crowd here. So here's my blog, one guy, who's one idiot, with one opinion, and I'm writing about folks I honestly like, so I'm pulling my punches a bit. If I didn't get it, I admitted I didn't get it, but I wasn't an ass about it. It was as though I had delcared open war on the local film crowd by performing in a donkey show in front of the court house while dressed like princess leah in the Return of the Jedi slave girl outfit. My hits jumped sky high and I got flamed six ways to Sunday by the nicest bunch of people one could ever hope to know. It was as though this one blogger's humble opinion included nazi's and each of their individual mothers. I learned a valuable lesson though. I learned that everyone involved with film only wants to hear how great they are. They don't want to hear about what they can do better. My theory on this is that they know each and every little thing they have ever done wrong in their whole lives but don't actually realize what they have done right on film. Low self esteme is a disease affecting many Americans. So if I were to take the high road, I would go down the list in order from my program and write a few sentences about what was done right and well on each and every film. But I'm not going to do that.

If you were involved in the 48 Hour Film Project: Greensboro 2006, you should be proud. Each of you lost some valuable sleep you're never getting back and yes, it was worth it. But this year I'm not reviewing any of the films. I never actually planned to. Saturday, I had an obligation with my family in Rose Hill and family always comes first. I only managed to see Group C. I was in Rose Hill for Group A, and was driving up here during Group B. I only titled this blog what I did and lead you on to read all the way down here so I could get my yearly hit counter boost. Thank you. Ok, I admit it. I also did it get a rise out of all of those good people who flamed me in previous years. I knew they were chomping a the bit for an opportunity to rip into me again this year, and I knew this would be more fun for me. Don't worry though, next year (if there isn't any family obligations) you can count on me giving the full review. I like film. I like the 48 and I want everyone to continue getting better like they did this year.

Until then...courage.

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I've spent the past couple of weeks on "no activity" duty while the east and the west fight over wether or not something is broken inside. Inactivity is a comfortable place that is easy to get stuck into. Many thanks to Cameron who dragged me kicking and screaming back into the land of the living. The 48 didn't kill me so she saw that as a sign to put her foot in my butt. It started with Saber, it continued into some peer pressured tug-o-war, and now I have a brand spanking new good jump rope, to replace my sucky jump rope. Now it is Friday, Epee night, and I'm feeling a little team bouting in order.

Now to climb back up the hill from which I have slid and continue climbing. I'll stop to look at the view when I've dropped a few pants sizes. It would be really cool to buy cloths anywhere again.

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Joe Scott and goTriad.com weigh in. Joe was a reporter embedded with UnderExposed Productions. He got nearly no sleep, and when he did sleep we all worried we might forget wake him up and leave the location without him. I suspect the print version on the stands tomorrow will have a couple of photos of the action as well.

While I doubt he's ever covered a war before, this was artfully close to it.

Any mispellings or inaccuracies on his part are completely forgiven on mine. I've gone back and tried to read what I wrote after sleepless blogging, the man's a pro!

LATE EDIT: This link from YouTube This was sent to me Sue Cavanaugh AKA Sara Cavenaugh AKA I am a dead man. The link is other 48 Hour Film Projects from other years and other cities that have been posted. Lots of watching. Compare what they are doing to what Greensboro is turning out.

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If you are the type to get a shiver up your spine when coincidences happen like I am, you'll love this story.

In a nutshell:
A backhoe operator digs up a book burried in a bog since between 800 and 1000AD.
He doesn't destroy it accidentally with the backhoe during the discovery.
He happens to realize that something like that doesn't need to dry out so he covers it in peet while waiting for the authorities to arrive.
It is in perfect condition.
It is a religious book 20 pages in length.
It is open to Psalm 83.
Psalm 83 is essentially god listening to complaints about nations trying to wipe out Isreal.
Hezbollah is more or less currently trying to wipe out Isreal. (Ok, maybe more accurately Isreal is defending themselves by attempting to wipe out Hezbollah, just go with it!)

Cool coincidence huh? I got chills, but then again I love this sort of thing.

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Principal photography for our team ended at 1am. There were still a couple of pickup shots to get, but most of the real shooting was shot, and the footage was off to the waiting editors. All non-essencial production staff were released, and I was in bed by 2:30am.

Now I am awake, alert, and hungry.

Our team is meeting at Natty Greens at 6:15 to start watching the stragglers race across the finish line before the deadline. And more importantly, I am going to eat! Who knows, I might end up at McCouls for a frosty mug of cider later on too.

I have no idea how things went in post production, but that's a wrap on my coverage of the 48 Hour Film Project: Underexposed Productions 2006 spy movie.

Don't forget!

The screening of the Greensboro entries is on Saturday July 29th at .

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Oww! I feel like I have been killed a second time, this time by steam roller. No, that's not it, I just woke up on the floor again. Somewhere deep in the bowels of our secret lair, film is being created. These are action sequences, people dying, basic sound notes taken off of the HD 24P digital camera, and real sound layered piece by squishy piece in a place we like to call "The post production house". The rest of the sound team left hours ago to begin on the original musical score necessary to bring our little piece of espianoge pie to life.

Its midnight, I'll bet you're wondering if we are running behind? Will we get our piece turned in on time? The answer is yes, why not, it was 3:30am on Sunday morning last year when we got our last piece of film in the can (actually it was a small plastic box), and scooted off to the post production house.

Oh yeah, our network came back. Cool huh? As long as there are the internets, you get the freshest and most real info available from those of us in the trenches. I wonder if someone should go wake up the reporter guy? Nah, he's had a very busy weekend and could use an hour or two downtime. He's a machine I tell you! A robot in actual size armed with a deadly aray of pens, pencils, and this cool notebook.

So what do you think, do I need more caffine, or less? I can't tell anymore.

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Our crew is rotating fairly nicely, those who cannot be replaced, are getting catnaps where they can. One of these wonderful people have a condo/ ultra plus luxury apparement walking distance from our secret lair and has been awsome enough to allow us to have showers. After being coldly murdered, nothing says resurecton like a good hot shower.

I mentioned we were at the half way point in time to mention that we are just over halfway shooting, and we are on track for an on time completeion. Things that may hamper our plans include losing power due to the electrical storm that is currently pounding us. We are told blocks surrounding our own are without power right now, and everyone with a computer is running on batteries, yours truly included.

I am currently not needed on sound as they have a hand to hand combat sequence being shot in the ladies room down stairs, and its tight.

Overall the crew smells better thanks to the rotation and showers for those who cannot be rotated. Moral is high, and we think we are creating a work better than the one we made last year. Honestly, that is all anyone should ever hope for. Improve over their previous year, and if the managed to eclipe the reigning champion, well....wouldn't THAT be special.

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48 Hour Film Project 2006: Somewhere Late Saturday Night

We've almost met our baker's dozen in kills goal we set for ourselves what seems like a really long time ago. I can tell that the hours have been hard on me. Rather than fantasize about rum women and tech, I've been fantisizing about bed, being in it, and asleep. Fortunately, our crafts services team which has been absolutely phenominal, had a fresh hot pot of coffee ready just exactly when I wanted a steaming hot mugful.

The only bummer in all of this is that due to the raging storms going on all around us, the building has lost its network connectivity. I will just have to do the notpad thing, and update you all when I am next able.

Things that have gone better this year. Group harmony. Some of these folks last year had a tendency to doubt what their teammates could do. This lack of trust last year, led to occcasional catfights, while always fun to watch, it doesn't get the art or the craft created any faster. This year there is none of that. Everyone knows and trust their teammates and this has allowed us to stretch out and try things we might otherwise be afraid to try. Success or failure, isn't nearly as important as putting forth an effort to stretch outside of our comfort zones and try scary stuff.

Of this we have plenty. Sure, we might get twichy at a two hour set up, but when the shot comes off that well, its all worth it.

Looks like another storm is comming, I'd better get off the charge for now. More later. (I don't know about you in internet land, but I can tell I'm more rested.)

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Oh my lord what time is it anyway? I have just been reserected, bathed, and fed and I feel like $99.99...in change. For those of you who don't know, I can't remember if I mentioned this before, forgive me if I have. Ike Quigley kills me on every set. I am Kenny. I am Seinfield's superman. I've been shot in the head, I've been torn appart (multiple times) by zombies, I've been shot some more. Today was the first time I was stabbed to death for my sins. But I should give credit where credit is due. Ike ordered the hit, but it was Cameron who executed my "little death". The knife entered my left juggler at an angle the blade lodging in my spine, severing my spinal cord. I died with barely a sound.

In case you are wondering, it is true, women kill much better than men. My bullet to the brain was from Sara and it was a work of art. My knife to the neck, though I haven't seen it yet, completely captivated a Greensboro News And Record photographer. I simply lost count of the number of snaps he took.

Props also go to the tireless fellow from Go Traid who has been an embedded reporter with us since the get go. One of the plusses of having a large crew is having plenty of folks to tag along with to get the story.

Our editing team has posted two edits of two sequences up and the footage looks simply marvelous. The post production sound guys came on the scene to do a "sound intervention". Apparently the sound is horrible, and they had to come all the way here to teach us poor ignorant sound guys how to do it. I am actually pleased. The fact that they came here is proof positive that I was right about the accustic nightmare we call home. Good luck boys, it isn't going to get any better than this!

Word on the street is that some of the other heavy hitting teams got stuff they are very happy with and we are pleased that based on what we know so far, the bar will really and truly be raised again this year and Greensboro!

I have a new definition of happiness, happiness is being covered in home made blood, walking past a major bus hub. All the while smiling and making friendly eye contact. :)

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The sun is a mass of incandecent gas, and it shines too brightly for this hour. Actually, the sun is just right, it is just the fact that I am seeing it so early that haunts me so. We got our first shot off at 5am, which is pretty good all things being equal. As the boom guy, that basically meant that I had most of the night to sleep, wake early have more coffee and than make magic. No easy task. This place is an accoustic nightmare, it has every interior you could ever hope for from office to dungeon but the sound here travels like a yodel in the Grand Canyon. Where it was dark the crew surveyed using eccolocation. "Marco" "polo". It was very effectiive.
I kept quite last night because I wanted to surprise the Mighty Quigley. Ike Quigley is our director, nay our master of all things filmatic. Life under his command is one gleaming sunrise after another, and nothing ever goes wrong. three dollars per word, 25 words total, that plug just earned me a tidy seventy five dollars. Score! Seriously, he's the man. I mentioned our leadership team was without peer and I mean that. Now that we've put a couple of interior locations to bed he has been able to work his magic and prove his worth to those who have not yet had the pleasure of his directorship. (This one's on the house.)

Comming out of last year, our biggest compaint overall was the fact that we had a very strong 15 minute script we had to shoot into a seven minute movie. This year I believe our script will not suffer from that pitfall. Infact, I dare say that our writing team wrote a true to life seven minute acton adventure spy thriller...with seven year old dialogue. Truth be told, the dialogue is actually a series of injokes designed to get the point across and keep things light. This is an action adventure spy thriller after all, words would only take away. But we're keeping the blue key card. That's tres geek! Giving credit where it is due, the side splitting humor could only come from the master himself, the kicker of butt and the taker of minds, Mark Tebault.

One little spoiler I will share with you all. Our film has something that no other film has. Two maguffins! Top that! Ha! and I say once again Ha!

And with that, I am off to record the court room scene. Actually, I am off to grab the best nap space while we wait for our crack team of lighting folks to do thier magic! WooOOOOooOOOOooooEEEEeeeeOOOOooooo!

Coffee. I need coffee.

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The lot has been drawn, the die has been cast.
The Prop: Bubble Wrap
The Character: A TV Reporter (I never caught their name)
The line of dialogue: My mamma always says...
Our Genre: Spy! (again)

Our home base this year is the Lindley Park Recreation Center. Here our team of 50 assembled and waited for word of what we were going to do. The writing team is sequestered in one room, props, costemes and the like is in another. Craft services gets the kitchen, and everyone and their sleeping bag is in the last large room.

The plus side of having a team 50 strong is always having someone free and fresh at any hour to get the job done. The downside of a team of 50 is well, there are 50 of them. A team this size needs strong leadership and we have it. Sara Cavenaugh the first Assistant Director (and bedmate of yours truly) is putting her mighty project management skills to good use with the cast and production crew. Rob Parrish, arguably my hetero-lifemate, is post production supervisor and has the post production team well in hand at our post production location. Cameron, head of the Art department (and arguably my hetero-lifemate), is simply on fire making magic happen.

It looks like the writers and director have come up with a rough battle plan, we just got the call from Sara that we have an immediate company move to our shoot location as we have a place on our list that will be well suited for our entire production. Sweet. I guess I had better pack. More a bit later.....

...a bit later...

We were completely out of Lindley park in 30 minutes. Every person, every piece of gear, every piece of trash. Nice! If nothing else, our team will be known for having some really strong logistics.

Our new location, our "secret lair" if you will has a name, it is called the Millinium Center, and it seems to have everything. I haven't found a bedroom yet, but my bedroll will work just fine on these sprung hardwood floors. Nighty night! The writers are still wrighting, the scouts are still scouting, and there is blessedly nothing for this boom-blogger to do but nap.

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You scored as Lestat. You are so unashamed of who you are you frighten people. Your hot and you know it. Sometimes you can be a brat but hey gotta love ya! Your Flashy sexy style makes people sit up and notice you. Dracula 92% Lestat 92% Blade 92% Armand 75% Angel 67% Deacon Frost 67% Marius 58% Spike 58% Louis 42% Akasha 42% Whose your Vampire personality? (images) created with QuizFarm.com

At least I hope not. Perhaps I should have studdied. Tied Lestat, Dracula, and Blade? WTF? How does that work, and how did I end up this one anyway??? I think I will name my new personality disorder Mario Mesh. Feh. Death was too good for him.

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Keep your eyes open, if in the middle of the night you see someone with a video camera chasing someone else, you might be witness to someone's team shooting footage for their entry in the 48 Hour Film Project: Greensboro.

If you've not been paying attention the 48 Hour Film Project covers 33 cities and over 1000 teams across the globe where in each city each team draws a genre from a hat and has 48 hours to write, produce, and edit a seven to twelve minute film. Oh yeah, one other thing. They all must use predetermined prop, line of dialogue and character no matter what. All that cross the finish line in 48 hours will be screened. In Greensboro this year, the screening of the Greensboro entries is on Saturday July 29th at The Carolina Theatre.

If you are interested in seeing the "Cannon Ball Run" aspects of the event, come to The Flying Anvil in Downtown Greensboro this Friday the 21st from 6-7 as the teams draw their genres, and the character, line of dialogue, and prop are announced.

Or if you want to see the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat head over to Natty Green's on Sunday the 23rd. Entries will start trickling in almost as soon as the doors open and they won't stop until those heart pounding minutes before the 7:30 deadline. In previous years there have been actual foot races to check in with Ed and Nisha before the alarm goes off! Sometimes, computer and powersupply in hand as every possible second is used to get their submission rendered and burned. It's completely wild!

As always I will be blogging the event for the team I am on, and I will give the same quality reviews I have done in the past. As always my comments section during my reviews will be filled with people I genually like who attempt to rip me a new one for not liking or getting their submission. You might not agree with my opinion, but that doesn't make it wrong, and no, you won't hurt my feelings when you insult me for not thinking yours was the greatest film ever. We're still friends even if you don't realize it.

I have to admit, it is exciting to see the 39 teams assigned to their groups for their screening times. There are some amazing people and some amazing teams to compete against and Matt Moore of Good as a Mugg is sure to raise the bar again this year! As the overall winner in Greensboro two years running, Matt and his team is bound to feel the target on their back as everyone is hoping that this is the year they topple him.

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Last night we had Chinese for dinner. The fortunes are often interesting and insightful, last nights made me understand politics in its entirity.

Now I understand why Americans love spending all their time aghast at the antics of politicians who never should have been elected in the first place. It is as though Hollywood just isn't enough. "Snakes on a Plane", is good entertainment, but a local politician says that homosexuality is "as natural as pedophilia." That's GREAT entertainment. All this time I've been shaking my head wondering how folks who do and say such stupid things are elected over and over again. I've missed the point. The point is, people WANT guys in office to do and say idiotic things, shoot lawyers, and bastardize the American English language. It is entertainment!

Yes, good politicians exist and they work hard to do good works, and we can't name any of them, because they aren't singing and dancing in the lime light. They are in the trenches doing good works day in and day out.

So I suppose, based on this enlightenment, the greatest compliament you can lay on a politician is to say to them, "Who?" when they introduce themselves. If we've never heard of them, they must not suck.

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I recently read that a soldier who died for his country has been denied freedom of religion by the military. Apparently "Freedom of Religion" means You may be Christian, Jew, or Muslim. You are free to choose from one of those three. In military graveyards, the symbol of your religion is placed on your tombstone, Crosses for the Christians, Stars for the Jews, Halfmoons for the Muslims. Suddenly Lucky Charms cereal is starting to sound all spiritual to me.
The problem is, this soldier is Wiccan, and wiccan's have no religious freedom with reguard to being burried in military graveyards. I had always wondered why in military graveyards there were never epitaths. Now I know, because his would surely say, "I gave my life for my country and all I got was this lously blank stone". Nice.

This lead me to the train of thought of what I would want put on my tombstone as an epitath. I see it this way, graveyards are generally sad places. The dead have one last opportunity to speak to the living through their epitaths. I figure since my goal each day in life is to make someone smile, that ought to be my goal in eternity as well. Plus, I am sure you have noticed that some folks write epitaths for their loved ones. "Loving father" clearly the man in the grave didn't write that. He might agree that he was, but I am sure that isn't all he wants to be remembered for.

So here's a list of things that I wouldn't mind seeing on my tombstone.
"Yeah, its dark in here, but at least it is restful."
"I'm not available right now, at the tone, please leave a message"
"Send rum"
"Party tonight three graves over"
"Please have sex on my grave, I like to watch"
"Hello, I am listening"
"Nice shoes!"
"We love it when the living come in skirts and dresses"
"I see dead people"
"The doctor said I would be on my feet in no time"

I am sure there are more, I will think of later.

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Either the world needs to switch to decaf, or its a global Midol moment. Either way, the madness really needs to stop. I mean both the "crazy" madness as well as the "angry" madness. Lets do a recap:

Isreal is going ape all over Lebanon
India blames their mortal enemy and neighbor in both nukes and borders Pakastan for the train bombings.
Japan wants a piece of North Korea
Condi and her Russian counterpart have some sort of sexual tension thing happening. (Click to listen, they're like teenagers!)
I don't even have to post a link about the US's World War Against "Terrorism". It seems terrorism is the new communism, now that we have won the cold war against the communist superpower we decide to take on the entire world anywhere we can find a "terrorist". Shhhhhhh...I'm wunting tewwowist!"

There is more but all of it seems to come down to four points.
-The US Wants oil
-Israelis want Independance (and a piece of the middle east)
-North Korea's spewing hot molten crazy was far and as wide as they can.
-Militant Muslims want to take over the world. (The normal Muslims seem to be fine though.)

Four things and almost the entire globe is affected.

Is there anywhere in the world that isn't dealing with one or more of the above. If so, I want to consider retiring there. If there isn't, lets get on with the space exploration! Space is the next best thing to peace

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I heard somewhere that a way to combat eye problems caused by working in front of the computer all day was to at regular intervals look away from the computer at something far away. This advice doesn't hurt anything and as long as I have been in the Project Management Office I have been fortunate enough to have a window making this possible and pleasant.

When I first started over here I was on the first floor, every hour or so I would turn my chair around and look out the window at the faces of the many students as they walked to and fro across the campus between Forney and McIver. Even if it isn't good for my eyes, it is always good to be reminded who I am really working for. Out the window I would see happy faces, sad faces, angry faces, faces with friends, faces alone, and squirrel butts. That picture on main page of the blog is me in this space.

After a time I was moved to the third floor. Out of my window every hour or so I would turn the chair around and anytime except the summer I could look out at tiny people walking to and fro across the court yard between Forney and McIver. People in light clothing, people in dark clothing, people running, people walking, people in groups, people alone, and squarrel butts. In the summer I saw leaves, branches and squirrel butts.

One year later I find myself moved again, this time to the second floor. As is my habit, each hour or so I peal my eyes from the twin monitors of outrageous knowledge. Well this is different. Now instead of overlooking a courtyard, I am overlooking a sidwalk between Forney and Foust. Instead of people and faces, I see down shirts. Frankly I haven't noticed any squirrel butts, but then again I haven't been looking either. Now hold on! Before you accuse me of being some sort of pervert or something, I can tell you that strait down below my window is a generator and some AC units. If I look strait across I see Foust building backside. Plus this is only my second day in this space, I am sure I'll see squirrels eventually. I just need to keep looking...

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Friends and neighbors, that is good advice. It doesn't matter if you are trying to be famous, or just trying out the southern battlecry "Hey ya'll watch this!".

Speaking of watch this....

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I was lucky enough to catch this play at UNCG some years ago in the black box theater space. I don't think I have ever laughed harder before or since. It is one of the two best plays I have ever seen (the other being Red Noses). It is also one of the only bright spots in my nine year college career.

But enough about me.

They are doing it again! This time it is being done in collaboration with Triad Stage.
When: June 30, July 1, 7, and 8th. 10:30pm (After the Matchmaker gets out.)
Price: $10.00 Call 334-4392 or click this link.
Where: Triad Stage: 232 S. Elm St., Greensboro in the 50 Seat alternate studio space. (This show is best played to a small house)

It is written by Christi Stewart-Brown

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