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Steven G. T. figured out how to get his blue screen to work. imagine. we did, and then we went to walmart because we figured that walmart would have a blue screen. well, what we really needed was something large and bright green. i finally got to shop in the west end slums of the roofed city of walmart behind the auto shop and the rifle dealership. i found out that they sell crafts and fabrics and probably all kinds of different costumes back there, although i didn't really see any. we encountered a really funny lady, not in the sense that she was trying to be humorous but in the sense that she was a measuring pro when it came to lengths in yards but when you made her convert things to feet she'd always come up with measurements like 7 feet 12 inches. this all after i rudely and repeatedly kept telling her 'it's eight feet,' and she continued scribbling it all down elementary school math-style. when she pronounced her final sum steve and i barely didn't laugh. (at her face)

oh, but she was sweet. just, i'd laugh at anybody that said something like that. like, 'i'll be home in ten minutes and sixty seconds, charlie.' also, i am very adept at confusing everybody i talk to, especially when i'm figuring things out.

we bought all this green fabric and puddied it up on steve's kitchen wall. we now have a blue screen. we can input internet pictures or even live video steve films. now we just need a writer. you should have seen our last dvd... (adventures of captain wonderful and prometheus)