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| I am seriously stuffed. This morning I went to bed after writing a very annoying (and completely pretentious) art theory assignment on semiotic analysis. As I lay in my bed, my abdomen crippled with the pain of being hunched over a computer keyboard for several hours, I limply raised an eyelid and established that it was 8:30 in the morning... and that I had to be up by eleven at the latest. Thus, in past twenty-four hours I have had a total of two and a half hours of sleep. Although I have done this countless times before (speaking from an insomniac’s perspective), I completely feel as though each experience is cutting off about a week or two from my life-span. So much for the validity of Channel Seven's Life Expectancy Test (people will apparently have to endure my presence for at least fifty-seven more years according my results). So excuse the usual lack of structure or literary conventions within this text, as I am currently unconscious and dreaming of a world in which the entire Greek Olympic closing ceremony was performed in the nude (in my honest opinion, all historical codes should have been adhered to). But I digress... As I lay in my bed this evening and willed myself to stay awake to witness Mr John Safran vomiting up copious geysers of peyote, I became acutely aware that I never really speak of filmic works and the part that I often play in their creation. Upon further investigation, all I have really written about are moments in which friends of mine have made complete arses of themselves (hello to those who are reading) (ahh... sweet alcohol), wrapped within twisted, whiney diatribes of text. So in the spirit of peyote-induced chuck, I present the synopsis of the short doco I am currently working on: Michael is a seemingly 'regular' guy who works, loves red wine and socialising. However, there is another side to him that not many people know... Michael is a stationery addict. He knows the difference between a ball point and an ink tip, he knows which staple removing device is best for any given situation... and he always has a highlighting pen handy, just in case! Michael is a stationery addict. He frequents Officeworks so regularly the staff know him by name. He cruises up and down the aisles for hours on end, finally walking out with one humble little pen, but this isn't just any sort of pen... (Project by Nad, Cameraman for Hire and Anni H). *eyes roll back into head, which lifelessly slams into keyboard*
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