Move Over, Citizen Kane!

Bought a new camcorder a couple days ago. It's about the size of a televangelist's wallet and has exactly seven more features than the space shuttle. I've been reading the badly-translated manual for days and have finally figured out how to turn it on.

Oliver Stone is not losing sleep over my movie-making abilities. But he should be.

Once I figure out how to get the lens cap off, I'm going to be a kick-ass filmmaker. I'm already working on my first script. Or, rather, working on thinking about getting started working on my first script.

Okay, maybe I haven't really gotten that far, but it's going to be a GREAT script, baby! Lots of violence, explosions, T&A, and at least one scene where the protagonist comes to terms with his "mommy issues," just before blasting the aliens out of the sky! Coming soon to a theater near you.

I'll fill you in on the details later. Right now, I have this freakin' lens cap issue to deal with.