Day Two of the Austin Film Festival and Heart of Film Screenwriter's Conference. I haven't slept in over 2 days now. Let me describe my 24 hour adventure as it was. (Please forgive the excessive typos and spelling errors. This will most likely be due to the lack of sleep into my brain.)
At 1am this Friday Morning I was getting home, via Eric (the megacool super scooper of Bowie). He agrees to pick me up 6 hours later to do a radio show for the top morning show in Austin. GoooooooooooooooooooooD Mooooooornnnninnnnng Aussssstinnnn! For the 6 hours I begin writing up the previous day's coverage (Day One) If you have read it, then you know how the fest has been going.
6am comes along and Eric calls to make sure I am alive and kicking and begins to traverse the wilds of the Mopacian Cement Flat Thingee you travel upon. Upon arriving I arise and get dressed for Radio. In otherwords I can be as sloopy as I want, and noone would know the better.
We arrive at the radio station, KLBJ, and I am escorted by something called a Yeti, through vast security coded entrances. I assume it's to keep the fruit cakes out, but then I am quite aware of the fact they are letting me in. Obviously there is a lost memo somewhere that says, "FOR GOD'S SAKE DON'T LET HIM IN!!!!"
