This is the script for a comedic short I wrote over the weekend called Beer Fort. It’s about a fort, a fort full of beer. I finished the final(?) draft and edited it late last night, while you were all dreaming your dreams and sleeping your sleeps. Anyway, Beer Fort is only three pages long, I will most likely be the only person in it, and I will probably end up filming and editing the damn thing myself. So why did I bother printing and binding it? Why did I even bother formatting it properly or even making a title page? Because there are few things in life that feel as good as finishing something, being able to feel and hold it and rub it with your hands and various other body parts. For me, at least. Now I’m going down to the grocery store to buy two bottles of pineapple juice, my champagne. One to celebrate Beer Fort and, of course, one to celebrate Claudia, my Internet sister*, giving birth to her beautiful baby boy. Congratulations, Claudia and Ken! *Does this make me an Internet uncle?

This is the script for a comedic short I wrote over the weekend called Beer Fort. It’s about a fort, a fort full of beer. I finished the final(?) draft and edited it late last night, while you were all dreaming your dreams and sleeping your sleeps.

Anyway, Beer Fort is only three pages long, I will most likely be the only person in it, and I will probably end up filming and editing the damn thing myself. So why did I bother printing and binding it? Why did I even bother formatting it properly or even making a title page? Because there are few things in life that feel as good as finishing something, being able to feel and hold it and rub it with your hands and various other body parts. For me, at least.

Now I’m going down to the grocery store to buy two bottles of pineapple juice, my champagne. One to celebrate Beer Fort and, of course, one to celebrate Claudia, my Internet sister*, giving birth to her beautiful baby boy.

Congratulations, Claudia and Ken!

*Does this make me an Internet uncle?