I'm watching a little stone jaguar dressed as a Vegas Showgirl pitter-patter back and forth across my laptop monitor in an almost dream-like awe, punching keys here and dragging things there to make the most minute and unnoticeable changes to his (her?) little flight pattern -- a trans-monitor trek that lasts almost two seconds before the audience's eyes.
No sane human being would be mindlessly trying to edit DVD menus this late at night... but then, if history has proven anything, it's that A) I'm barely less than sane and B) this boy doesn't answer to his bedtime.
Still, working on these menus (which will appear in the Fungus-Ridden Collection volume 3, due "out" next week) makes me question the value of my efforts. After weeks of work polishing and perfecting, I know that the only people who will be getting copies to admire will be the usuals who contributed to the films included within. Of course, those are very important people, and they deserve crazy little jaguars scurrying about in funny costumes and strange boot guys falling from the sky. I would never let my loyals down... But then, when a DVD collection takes a year in between to produce new entries (because of all the bells and whistles and dancing jaguars), is it really worth it?
I'll let you decide next week. As for me, I've got a few more boot guys to animate before bed.
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