The sky was pale on blue that night of March. Jessica and Carlton had spent the last three nights hiking the Bungle Mungle National Forest before the rain had come, washing away their dusty game trails and filling the mountain cuts one by one up with water. The water rose with such a rapid course that J and C soon found themselves edging along the cliff faces with the mountain goats, heading for the peak and safety from oncoming flood. It was here, at 32,678…

(...and at Rage Fest Infinity On)

KEETER: Alright listen up!  I am sick, and tired of.  Somebody get me a blanket and some NyQuil.  Throw in a warm stone massage and call me a cooked goose.  Cause why isn't anybody taking me on vacations anymore?  I used to have Aunts and Uncles- VACATION CITY!  Right now I'm living in NO-VACATION-TOWN and the locals are getting shifty.  Here's what I'm gonna do.  Go on down to the Bus Stop Bus Shop, and get myself a ticket.  A TICKET GOING-…

(And at the 'Hamlet' Press Room...)



GABE: I'm gonna start hard, and deliberate: The online posting of 'Hamlet' is at the moment being delayed.

(Crowd hubub)

GABE: Yes, yes we know.  And believe us, we are also terribly broken up about amount of time this is all taking-

KEETER: (under breath.) Not.

GABE: -but an interesting opportunity has arisen. An opportunity we feel we cannot back down from.  And so for the time being, secrecy is our friend, and more…

Yesterday at about 3:00 PM, we set the computer on the task of doing the first mix down of Hamlet.  We waited.  On our meager equipment it took the better part of four hours to compress.  At about 7:30- we saw it for the first time.  Full sound.  Full screen.

And we took notes. Of course.

It's amazing how 3db too loud on a sound clip of a drink being poured can pull you so far out of the action.  How half a second trimmed between shots can make the Queens movement…