Like I’ve mentioned before, I’m making a movie about television with some friends. It’s called Donnie Clark After Dark, and you’ll either like it, dislike it, or not care about it. I fluctuate between all three pretty regularly.

It’s a combination of drama and comedy. You’re probably familiar with the term “dramatic comedy,” or “dramedy.” We are calling our movie a “comma.”

Yesterday we drove out to the bumbling where-the-hell-are-we part of Harrisonburg to film a cow. A cow appears in our movie for eight seconds and we drove 20 minutes each way for it. Sometimes I can’t remember if I’m majoring in Media Arts and Design or Screwed-Up Priorities.

So we filmed the cow, made it back to paved roads, and eventually got back home to grill out on the sidewalk. When you live in an apartment, I guess the sidewalk has to function as your backyard.

We were all set to film some of our non-cow characters today, but one of them got sunburned over the weekend. We flew into a frenzy tracking down some aloe lotion so that he doesn’t look like an overripe cherry, skipping dinner and homework in the process. Like I said, sometimes I can’t remember if I’m majoring in Media Arts and Design or Screwed-Up Priorities.