Got back from Sundance on Friday. Saw my film twice while there and was nice to see it on 35mm. I even got to stand on stage to say hello and look like a goon.
I only managed to see two other shorts there – the rest were features. My favourites were ‘Dare‘, ‘Bronson‘ and ‘Peter and Valdy Vandy‘.
Didn’t meet Scott Johnson.
I drank two Buds, ate bison rib eye steak, pancakes, pizza and a meatball sub, threw snowballs, built a snowman, sent postcards, watched Obama’s inauguration, got some free boots, a free jacket, hat, gloves, socks, and crystal ashtray, went to a 7-eleven, tried a Twinky, lost my luggage, met someone who has met Matthew Fox and Evangeline Lilly, saw Kevin Spacey, didn’t see Kevin Bacon and felt left out because I didn’t have a Blackberry.
Vandy! VANDY!!
How are Twinkies?
Also, my brother saw Dominic Monaghan on the bus the other day. Which means we’ve met by tenuous proxy.
Nice to meet you.
Twinkies were a little too much for me. I had just had pancakes and syrup for breakfast though so maybe I was asking for trouble.