Circumstantial flummery from a would-be spoonbean hustler.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;

Stiffen the sinews, conjure up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage:
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;

Which is to say, in peacetime there’s nothing that so becomes a man as mildness and humility, but ain’t nobody got time for that. Working on a new short film with my filmmaking partner Kieran Moreira and a few other swells. In this, the most maddening future I could have imagined so it’s important to remember, this is fun, this is craft. The goal remains the same, tell stories. Connect with an audience anyway, anyhow. So play ball.