Monday, July 6, 2009

Festivus, Part XXII.

How fittingly terrific that on Independence Day, my movie got into a film festival in Philadelphia. Though I suppose it would be just as fitting if it were accepted on Anger Consciousness Day. Philly's a surly town.

By the way, although there are 96 shopping days ‘til Anger Consciousness Day, it’s never too early to start looking for that perfect gift. Like a flaming bag of pooh. Or the more traditional pillowcase with a bar of soap in it.

I just hope people don’t forget the true meaning of the holiday; it’s gotten so commercial.

Thanks, Philadelphia Independent Film Festival. You’re my 22nd. And you rock.

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