Tag: day 37

Please, fast forward 2 months. As mind’s eye pans over the green, leafy British countryside the rapid staccato percussion of a helicopter’s blades can be heard. As we grow closer, the chopper comes into view. Hovering, its illuminating search light pointed down at the ground. On the ground firemen and other emergency-response types move around quickly, with purpose. An a-frame and winch is assembled, with a taut steel cable running from it down into a pit as dark as pitch…

I know it sounds like a treatise of utmost, contemporary importance, but actually it’s just a recap of a few things that I’ve been up to in the past week, and what’s to come. If you’re an avid Sebite (OK, perhaps it’s too early to go and deify myself) you’re probably well-aware of the what’s to follow… but it wouldn’t do any harm to read all about what’s hapnin’ (too much Marvin Gaye!) here on my blog. First of all…

Well, to put it as simply as I can — Good and evil are so close as to be chained together in the soul. Man isn’t truly one, but two. Now what if we could break that chain — separate those two selves — (his face alight, lost in his subject) To free the good in man, and let it go on to its higher destiny… to segregate the bad in man — and let it destroy itself in its…

It is with great pride, and with almost no hesitance at all, I give to you the third — and final (for now!) — chapter of Day 37, a story that chronicles the poor plight of a Brit destined to spend all of eternity in a bunker, where no one can hear him fart. [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qedFXP8E_aE[/youtube] There will be proper pictures of the half-beard to follow, don’t worry!

Do I wash my hair, or do I keep it for another installment of Day 37?! If you couldn’t see it very well in Chapter 2 of the vlog yesterday, here’s a well-lit version: It’s a tough choice…  I guess I have until tonight to decide.

I went with the going-slowly-insane route for the plot of Day 37, my new epic video diary/vlog. Who needs sanity anyway? It’s a totally overvalued trait… Right? As always, it was rehearsed and recorded in about 45 minutes, so don’t expect fantastic production values. If you titter, just once, I’ll be happy. If you grin broadly, laugh out loud, or — dare I say it — gigglesnort, I’ll chalk it up as a massive victory for hairy, yeti-like British men…