The art of making no-budget films, or how I learned to stop doubting and shoot the film.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Story-A-Day #84: Packing Pistils
PACKING PISTILS
It took months of careful preparation to get to this point. Patience truly is a virtue. I've been trying to convince the guys for months now, but boys will be boys, right? Still, we're at the point, where I think we are ready to give this thing a shot.
Sure, there's a chance that we might be jumping the gun a bit, but this is an art form that we have mastered over centuries - no, longer than that even. Our forefathers were among the first lifeforms on this planet and it is our unrequited duty to ensure that we are amongst the last. Without us, there is nothing.
Today feels right though. We are packed to the brim and ready to spread our seed. Sure, we could have done it last week, when the big one rolled in. The thing is, the big ones are diffusers and we would have been spread too far, and too thin. It's what the upright mammals refer to as Natural Selection.
There's a great deal to be said for abstinence. Natural law argues that we should disseminate and conquer a greater territory, but I have always believed that there is strength in numbers. Build the community and from that you can grow. The thing is, every community needs a solid foundation - spread yourself too thin and the community collapses. Such is life.
Our primary goals as propagators of the species is to ensure our continued longevity and that's what these yellow bastards don't seem to understand. It's all about seizing the moment; the perfect time to accomplish the goal.
Today is that day, and we will march forward, an army united in discipline. We will pack those pistils, and we will ensure that our species continues long after the rash have perished.
Today is the day where we all march forth in unison and lay claim to the lands that have yet to be claimed. We will use our stamena to lay siege to the lands and claim the future that is ours alone, because when the blood infused shall fail, we are all that will remain.
We are the past of this planet, and we are the future. There is no life without us. Go forth good soldiers, we are the stamen and by packing those pistils, we will succeed is all our endeavors. Only with loaded pistils shall we prevail!
All hail the green future! All hail the mission, complete!
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