Ja, Craig and I went to the Body Worlds exhibit at the Science Center last night, which was awesome. We saw a guy in the IMAX theater with some 70mm film stock hanging out of a binder. They were working on James Cameron's new IMAX film- 'Aliens of the Deep'. We told them we were working on an IMAX film too. They really liked it and said they would mention it to James through the grapevine. (James Cameron's TITANIC [11,640 Seconds] at a cost of over $200 million comes to over $17,000 per second, perhaps the most expensive second of film ever made).

On the way home from the museum, Craig got us a little lost. At random, we saw a small colorful party store and decided to buy some pinatas. We ended up driving all round town with these pinatas in tow, which I think makes any night more fun. These pinatas, who we named Patrick-k-k and L.B.B., became our mascots for the evening.

We went to the AFI Fest lounge and sold a few credits, but the party was pretty lame. Still, we made some progress for setting up the next day (today) and we have some BIG plans, which include: Snoop Dog, a Billionaire, Andy Dick, and the pinatas. If even one of these come through, we will be stoked.

So, we left the AFI party at about 2:00 am and went to The Standard to get some drinks. Craig, who had been sober for nearly the entire day, put that to an end. Ja and I had tea. Then, there was a scene with these two big black guys; one of them was really drunk and obnoxious and had been hitting on every girl in the restaurant in a very aggressive way. Soon these security guy came and tried to kick them out. Before long, it escalated into a shouting situation in the lobby. There were about 4 big burly security dudes trying to kick these two guys out. The testosterone was high. Suddenly we had this idea that maybe The 1 Second Film might be able to help. The plan was to pitch these guys on The 1 Second Film right in the middle of their fight. If nothing else, it would make good video, though I was a little nervous about getting my ass kicked. Still, it seemed too absurd of a moment to pass up. I mean, what if everyone just stopped fighting, and ended up producing a movie for a second? Wouldn't that be beautiful? So we jumped up and grabbed our stuff, but the waitress thought we were trying to skip out on our bill, so we had to pay first. By the time we did, the moment was over and the big black dudes jumped in their white Lexus SUV and took off.

Well, for some reason, we thought it would be a good idea to follow them. So we jumped in our car; Patrick-k-k the piñata was in my lap riding shotgun. These guys we were following would weave in and out of traffic, never used a turn signal, and would pull up to any car with a girl in it and try to strike up a conversation. Their Lexus had the gold rims, gold detailing, and tinted windows. They exited Sunset and jumped on the 101 freeway, headed south. We stayed with them, having no idea how far we would go or where we were headed. As we drove, Craig and I discussed the possibility of taking a cross-country road trip to sell credits, leaving with no money in our pockets, and only surviving off what we made selling credits. It seems like a good idea. Then our guys exited downtown, and we followed them, trying not to be too obvious.

They pulled into a gated parking garage and we parked on the street. What were we going to do? These guys had totally seen us at The Standard, and would probably realize we had followed them. What we needed was a way to approach them. We decided that maybe they would like to smash our pinata, cuz they seemed like they really wanted to hit something. So I grabbed Patrik-k-k, Ja grabbed the pinata stick, and Craig grabbed the camera. In hindsight, it was probably ill-advised to be stalking two large, drunk and sexually frustrated black dudes in the middle of the night, while carrying a pinata and a stick, all in the hope of selling them a credit on a one second IMAX film, but there we were. And for some reason, we were all three limping like zombies.

Well, maybe it was lucky that by the time we got to their car, they were no where to be found. I think Patrik-k-k was a little relieved that he would live to be beat another day, but we were also a little disapointed to have lost them. Anyway, we ended up putting a some flyers on their windshield and limping out of the garage. We passed the security guard, who was sound asleep in his booth, and we left him a flyer too. I wonder if he read it when he woke up.