People,

So, we saw Brendo Frendo's Fooled By April rock opus last night and I just gotta say.....there was really a lot more porno in it than I would have imagined. Oh well. Seriously, we were all really nervous about how we would look and whether our general "affable but whikked cool" demeanor would come through, but we needn't have worried. Brendo did a really good job and was very careful with us.

It's weird to have someone make a film about you if you, like me, are not an interesting person. You look at yourself on the screen and, after you stop wondering why anyone would ever want to hear what you have to say, you start an internal monologue along the lines of "self, why don't we speak in complete sentences?" and "if the camera adds ten pounds, how many cameras are on me right now?" and "I wonder if this is the part where Gordon and I kiss?" It's weird.

Rock and roll....