So Many Good Parts

However, the insane ness of the last few weeks has not been all about filmmaking. We've been living with reckless abandon.

Its been life. More abundantly.

I've learned much and loved much. When you are with someone for more hours than you're apart, you learn a lot about that person. Or those people.

These are some of the good parts:

A film crew in search of their location in a library.
Opening doors with alarms in said library then running away.
Rolling squeaky light kits past angry people in carrels in the same library.
Bono.
High falsetto voices.
Jesus.
Zooming in a bit too much on the worship leader's cleavage.
Accidently saying very bad things then collapsing in laughter.
Painting Nerf guns and exploring the woods.
Hairdrying said Nerf guns.
An amazing new friend.
Acoustic jams with said friend.
Sharing pop tarts with the homeless man.
Talking about heaven at sunrise.
Taco Bell and Arrested Development.
IBC Cream Soda and Stranger Than Fiction.
Adam's Nook.
A ridiculous blue mat.
Aquapods.
Cheers Darlin'.
Dual stairstepping.
The number of times "What time is it?" then "Are you serious??" was said.
Lonnie Johnson.
Commons backyard pickups.
IHOP.
Freakin Brazilians.
Spewing coffee.
Dripping honey.
Burning heat.
Freezing in a graveyard.
IHOP again.
Our little movie factory.
Oatmeal cream pies to the crotch.
Screaming and Foley.
Wii dance parties.
Lean On Me.
Beautiful television.
Temporary goodbyes.



I'm especially fond of each of you.