Documentaries 101 (Workshop #7) - A/V Room, Tuesday Morning

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Silent Bob looked sad. His very first attempt at teaching, and it was over now. He hoped he had done well. He hoped no parents were going to sue for sexual harassment. Although Jay had done admirably well around the girls. When he wasn’t bored out of his skull or playing with exposed wires, that was.

But he cheered up as soon as the girls arrived. No whiteboard today, just computers and editing and playing with the projection system to get it to work the way he wanted it to while he helped them out. And, about halfway through the class.

"Hey! I brought popcorn and chips and shits!" Jay entered the scene, laden with bags and waving a videotape. "I also found some funny shit we can watch if your documentaries suck!"

Silent Bob sighed, rolling his eyes. He affected a stern look, holding out a hand for the tape. Knowing Jay, it was 'Playboy's Best Bukkake' or something like that. Jay grinned, holding it over his head. "Nah, lunchbox, you ain't gettin' this from me. Man, your momma really loved you or somethin', 'cause there's tons of footage of Little Tons o' Fun on here!"

Bob pounced for Jay and the tape, his eyes wide. Junk food went flying as Jay fled, Bob on his tail. A short, nasty, vicious chase and fight ensued, resulting in Jay dancing his 'come, son of Jor-El!' victory dance and Bob folding his arms and scowling.

Then? It was showtime.



Alright, my ducks. I have no basic math skills. Remember last week when I said that the lessons got mixed up because I had an extra week that I forgot about? Turns out I was right the first time! And today is your last day – sadness. So I apologise for my mental mentalness and I wholely blame work. So last day! Yay! Half editing, half display. I really should have worked out a syllabus beforehand. Ugh, I feel dumb. And like a nap. Mmm, naps . . . And class is late, to boot! I'm really on top of things today.]]

[[All comers welcome for the big show!]]