East Aronodink is where it takes place. Did you find East Aronodink? Can you tell me what state it is in? I have to say I told a little lie. I wasn’t the one who entered the film in the festival. It was my mother. You know how mothers are. I mean, this film is truly bad. So bad, there should be another word for it.
And another lie—I wasn’t actually there when they screened the film. I’m not even sure they actually did screen the film. So my mom just told me she sent it off to this place, and I’m not even sure it exists. My mom can do that. You know?
But it gets weirder. She asked me what I was doing, and I told her I was making a film, although I actually wasn’t doing anything of the sort. She asked to see it, and so I called her bluff and sent her a blank videocassette (because I have an old analog camera with 24x zoom, and I know she doesn’t have a player that can play that size tape.
Well, I don’t know what happened, but it seems that she sent the tape off sight unseen. I had no idea. But who knows. Maybe they thought it was art. But still. No prize. Even if it was a blank tape, don’t you think that sucks?