Wednesday, April 22, 2009

A'll Be Bock. Again. From Da Fuutchah

Ahh so much to talk about. That's what happens when my blogging frequency slows to an undefined number. That's right, a vertical line! Anything divided by zero. And while you're scratching your head about that one, divide THAT number by zero again. Biaaaatch.

And BAM! That's how often I've been blogging recently.

After making the Fishing On The Ice video, it appears that I must have drained the creative aquifer, and the urge to throw something down in blog-form just hasn't manifested itself.

Until now.

First things first. After the much celebrated video release, Kaj and I were chomping at the bit to get going on the follow-up. And not a 'Big Momma's House II' follow up, but more like a Terminator II follow up. T-1000, John Conner, bigger explosions, time-space impossibilities and mega commercial appeal! I even bought some sweet 2002 Air Force 1's to pimp out in the video.

But it turns out that Kaj's eyes were larger than his his finals were important. Or maybe I should say, Kaj's creative reach surpassed his grasp on his pharmaceutical lab coat.

No, I think those are both completely wrong. BUT - the point is that Kaj was OUT due to all-too-practical reasons, and I was unable to summon enough motivation, gumption, elbow grease, and all-around stick-to-it-ive-ness to get past stage one. Stage one happens to be the task of finding a microphone.

So the studio remains silent for the time being - until we muster up some motivation - or come across abundant amounts of free time. Maybe I can devote my time to creating a time machine that will allow me to come back and free up my schedule.

But then... I wouldn't have time to build... time machine...