What's Really Good

So, Rollo decided to tell me that he's not cutting his hair until I cut mine. I think this is a noble idea. Not much could get me to cut my hair at this point in my life. It's shaggy. I'm shaggy.

We filmed part of our upcoming short this past weekend. It's got three distinct segments (filming-wise) that require a different amount of manpower for each segment, so we got the easiest one out of the way. We'll probably try to use the upcoming weekend to finish the other two segments. Rollo's gonna be editing this one and it has a TON of promise, so look forward to a resurgence of titanic proportions.

I still haven't had time to write this week's episode of "The Story of Arms Longstrom" and to be completely honest, might not happen this week. I've been exhausted. In trying to get back to a normal work schedule that I find myself so drained that I'm in bed by 8:30pm each night. With the time I try to put into the illustrations, it'll be a lunar month before I've got my bearings back about myself. In fact, I'm struggling mightily to stay awake right now.

Crock & Murph news is so cold right now, you'd think it was Bo Jackson's illegitimate son who's laboring away in the minor leagues of two-plus sports. Every time I call Murphy, he gets cell phone reception for about a minute and a half before his phone drops the call. This leads me to ask myself questions such as "Is he constantly standing next to a microwave?" or "Did he drive to Montego Bay to try and reunite himself with his long lost love --- the ocean?" or did he simply steal saran wrap from a local convenience store and he's manipulating my fragile mind by crackling it it my earpiece as soon as he gets bored with my call? All very distinct possibilities.

In the meanwhile, I dare you to find another podcast as good as Crock & Murph. You just won't succeed. We're what's really good.