Brian Sturgill's Words

These dreams go on when I close my eyes.

I woke up last night at 5:30 in a cold sweat and saw a baby’s face about two inches in front of my face. It took me awhile to realize I was awake andthe baby was a dream. Took a very long time to find the light. It was quite alarming even if you dismiss the fact that the baby would’ve had to be hovering. Two nights before this, it was and old man’s face. I didn’t sleep at home the night between. I may have missed the adult face. I am scared. I am going to go look up Robin Leach’s phone number and see if he’s got any more of those caviar dreams left. Let me know if anybody wants some champagne wishes.

First Video from tour with Chris Nester

Company picture - everyone involved in the indie film distribution tour I’m going on. We want you to come watch movies, enjoy comedy, attend a concert.

This was taken in a bar at a bowling alley. In case you don’t know, I’m the one with the bear sweater.

I am no scientist, but I can’t believe we invented these before we got around to perfecting……(see below)…

….This. Note: For added effect, watch the horse legs video again, while this one is playing too. It’s the most dramatic moment i’ve had in awhile.

“It’s never too warm for gravy.”

— Levi, an old friend who happened to be wearing a full on chef outfit at the time. Cause he is a chef. Greatest culinary advice I’ve heard.

Unicycle.

Yesterday I saw a kid on the Mizzou campus riding a unicycle. “Oh, great, the circus is in town,” I said to myself. Then I looked closer. He had backpack on. He had an ipod. He was on his way to class.

Conclusions:

1) This kid thinks that unicycles are cool and is trying to impress girls. Unfortunately he can’t hear their screams, because of the excessive volume of the carnival music he is listening to.

2) This kid thinks that unicycles are an efficient mode of transportation. I haven’t used one before and don’t know what those things can do, but regardless of top speed, the constant beatings and name-calling have got to slow you down a little.

3) This kid is on his way to a circus / carnival class. Given his speed it was clearly an advanced class. Unicycle 3000 maybe. He might have even been a TA. By which, of course I mean Total @$$&*!#.

Anyway, I started to change my mind as he got further away. I saw him attempt a trick that looked pretty cool. It was called ‘Don’t look like a total idiot in college.’ It would’ve been really sweet, but he couldn’t quite stick the landing.

So, I realize that it has been over a month since my last post. I confess I’ve been a little lazy about blogging, but also pretty busy with a trip to New York, moving into a new apartment, grocery shopping, etc. But for the most part I’ve been conducting in depth research with David Hall regarding gnome sightings. This video is my favorite out of the hours of footage that has been submitted to our office. Enjoy, believe, and know that I am going to begin blogging again.

Tour De Fours Epsiode #4 - San Francisco

Enjoy.

Mark doing his spookiest at Estelle’s, a bar that gave us drink specials after our screenings in Chicago.

Later I would make this same face again. I rode the red line north back to Wrigleyville, where I was staying with my lovely friend Kevin Allen. On the train a man scurried by mumbling to himself. He was carrying two plastic bags, one in each hand. Each plastic bag was filled to the brim with other plastic bags. He opened the door to the next car (emergency only, by the way) then stared back at me for a few seconds before leaping through.

We arrive at the Addison stop, I get up and off the train, turn right, and am immediately faced with our plastic bag bearing villain again. He takes this opportunity to scream, (SCREAM) the loudest I have heard human vocal chords scream. Cue the face I am making in this picture. I’m not sure whether he thinks I am after him (like Tommy Lee Jones a la The Fugitive) or he is just afraid of mustaches. Either way, I am afraid of him. I immediately flee down through the train station and onto Addison, walking quickly, the wind stinging my moustachioed face almost as my as the ringing of his scream does to my ears. I reach the statue of Harry Caray then look back at my adversary. I look up at the elevated stop only to see him screaming at other people. He is either wanting them to tell him where I went so he can finish me off, or he is the craziest man in Chicago. Either way I decide not to call in for back-up. Though I do have a sneaking suspicion he is still on my trail. The bad news is I’ll be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life. The good news is, I’ll probably hear him coming.