5~17~00
There is nothing special to comment on.  This is up late because I can't get it up right now.  My ftp is crapping out on me.  I'll try downloading some other ftp program when I have more than two hours of time to myself between sleep and work.  Tomorrow should be the last of my Metal God bullshit.  I cracked up laughing, hard, at a scene today.  I don't know if it was supposed to be funny or not.  I almost obtained a new enemy, which would have made five but deemed him to silly and insouciant to be a good and useful enemy.  If he had been chosen, then the Dinosaur Heavy man would have joined the exulted ranks of the Sugar Weightlifter and Yo Yo Yo Motherfucker, Spencer and the Dancing Goon.  Oh, Zack performed another lengthy solo for us today.  This one was his five minute long rendition of the Star Spangled Banner. Much better than his last wanking desire to ego stroke before a, literally, captive audience.  Zack is a good man.  He infuses some of the only enjoyment there is in the shoot into it.  My back can be cracked every fifteen minutes.  It is in pain.  I took a shit this morning and got paid to do it. I have another twelve hour shift approaching rapidly so I will, once again, cut this nonsense short.  Let this be an example, that even when the Disseminated group Inc. is not there, it is here.  We ain't stopping just because our ftp is flaking.  Nine hours and then, "Action!"

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