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Channel 102 was last night. The audience rightfully did not renew mine and Matt DeCoster’s show The Block. It’s a pity, except that the show was cursed, so we were lucky it even screened. Because we forgot it was winter, we had to cancel our outdoor shoot and move it indoors where we had only 4 hours to finish. While searching for sound effects, my iMac’s 11-month-old hard drive crashed. I bought a new one from a mohawk-sporting know-it-all ectomorph on Bedford Avenue and then raced to the home of Superhero Terry Jinn, who installed it for me. My editor underestimated how tough our post-production demands were, and asked if he could drop off the movie in the dead of night Sunday. Moments after I agreed, I discovered amongst my stack of unpaid bills a summons to report, seven hours from that moment, to Jury Duty.

After staying up all night prepping DVDs for the screening, I stumbled to Livingston Street where I helped dispense justice by both reading Jonathan Lethem’s Girl In Landscape and falling asleep.

Day job workload exploded, threatening to keep me from going to the screening at all. But I made it over at the last minute to discover it had sold out. I begged my way in, to see our editor exhausted. The DVD of The Block hadn’t played, and they were going to project it right from his camera, which he had just raced home to get (7 minutes each way, he now knows).

The screening was a blast, though. And it sold out, which is great.