Let’s say its, oh… I don’t know… Sept. 15th, and you are Jenna. Then
you would just have bought some of the coolest stationary around.

Made by PS 260’s very own Stephanie.

You would also be preparing,

For a very fanciful office swim.

If you were Dustin, then later that night you would come upon some wonderful

Creatures from the deep.

If you were both Dustin and Jenna, then you would have attended the
Rutkoff Fontaine house warming and birthday bash. Where many good
friends from old came together and rejoiced in each other’s company.

Like Josh. Photagrapher, scrabble player.

Or Matt and Derek. Two fine outstanding gentlemen, each in their own right.

Here Howard demonstrates the utmost of humility.

And what have we here, but quite excited Carolina, teller of tales, trader of sugar.

We discussed this very gourd, a gift for the new homeplace.

But shall we do with it?

Oh I think I know.

Michael cheerfully watched.

And Matty spoke most eloquently of a trifecta of encoding methods.

Why look here, the birthday girl herself.

As well the other host, Aaron having a sensational conversation with young Thayer.

But what picture is this? The pic of the night I think.

Right next to a very intent Herr Direktor.

Good times were had by all.

As Cat gives the coquettish beer swig.

And we discover that everything,

Looks better with the slow flash.

In the end I ate their ice cream.

Said hi to Althea.

And bid farewell to the most gracious hosts.

That very night morning, if you were still Dustin, you would have
dreamt that you had a test, but that you could’t go to the bathroom,
and for the first time in 20 years, wake up with a wet bed. WTF, in the
most weird manor.

To end this post in not fucked up way we have two photographic solutions, John betwixt all his shotgun paintings.

On August the 23rd, at exactly 8:23:39 PM, I took this picture of the Shins concert at McCarran Pool, Brooklyn.

I only sort of had to drag Jenna.

And the show was more chill than rocking.

But they were tight as hell, and played everything I would have ever wanted to hear and did it right.

The T-shirt selection didn’t blow my mind, but I still went for it.

On Wednesday, the office received some unexpected visitors. Old editor Bryan, still up to his same old tricks.

Patrick followed close behind, regaling all of us with untold tales of unemployed lore.

On Friday, as Nick was gracious enough to let John and I use his apartment slash editing studio, we took a try on cutting some Shotgun Project footage.  A 24 hour try. I sat and edited for 22 hours straight. John wrote copy.

I edited myself.

And ended up as cracked out as I’ve ever been.

That Monday, at the Advertising poker ring, where I got my pocket aces unluckily rivered by a very loose player.

We saw a straight flush.

By bruce.

The weekend held some quick cameo appearances, like old college chum Lauren.

Who is moving up in the picture business over on that other coast.

Saturday was another full day of the Shotgun Project editing adventure. One more long haul.

With a break in the middle for a dinner at Saigon Grill South (yes, they built another large one right below Union Sq.), with cameo numero dos, the almost professorial ex girlfriend Kerry, who seems to be traversing the hard winds of academia rather well.

To just keep editing for the rest of the night.

We interrupt this post for my girl looking delicious.

Okay, and we’re back, with some incredibly exciting breaking news. I had this great idea for a video, and I pitched it to high school friend Eli for his band Zox. And sure enough it was on. Jenna was awesome enough to buy me my first slate for my first video.

Incredible cinematographer Ben from All Day Buffet helped me set it all up.

There was so much gear.

For what was a very easy setup.

The idea revolves around shirts of many colors.

All shot on green screen.

Eli rocked it up, the whole band did. And it felt pretty good to direct my first video. Postproduction will not be as fun, seeing its huge effects job that I am painstakingly doing myself.

And all in all, even with their trailer breaking, the shoot went pretty damn well. Jenna even saved my life at the end by helping me clean up.

The weekend also meant the last day of Shotgun Project editing. Where I became artistically enshrined.

And mixed for six hours.

While nick passed out.

And I had another strung out cab ride.

That night, not knowing where to go for a nice meal, we tried Tabla on a lark, and found a table open.

Here was the most delicious watermelon salad ever made.

As well as sumptuous entrees of beef and lamb. The menu was a refreshing fusion of Indian and American. Quite surprising.

And the dessert was out of this world. The grapefruit there in the middle.

Made my girl food orgasm.

Thanks Tabla.

Sunday Jenna and I crossed another New York big one off out list: going to the Navy and Air Force museum on the USS Intrepid.

It was an amazingly large boat.

But doesn’t my girl look majestic on it.

I can’t stop telling you how large it is.

Or how cute we are.

Thanks USS Intrepid.

Thus we arrive at our final segment for this lovely blog. Princess Robert Jenna and I went back to Trailer park. The competition that gave Robert his first fifteen minutes.

We were happy to see all the new trailer mash ups.

And we even met the second place winner, who did a hilarious recut of Enter The Dragon as a blacksplotation detective flick.

The three PS contestants didn’t win, but it was a blast anyway.

And that should be enough for now.

Birthday Concert Editorial…

Around August 19th Nick celebrated another circumnavigation of the sun.

At his Chinatown loungepad.

Special guest Feisel (sp horribly guessed). Cameo by B.

The party moved up to the roof. Where cute couples.

Abounded.

Thousand words would do better than this picture. The roof hang reigns supreme, though it looks wussy here.

On the way out we met this dude who supposedly wrote an 800 page novel.

Then on Monday lost unluckily in the tournament, just to get ridiculously lucky in the cash game and make some money.

Tuesday while on my way to effects house The Mill, who did I randomly see in the streets but elder Ryang James going to touch up some pictures.

Once inside the mill only had Glasses,

And Devil Ducks.