It must be such a relief to postal workers everywhere to have the random violence move to a different sector.
Sector Rotation.
Ammo and friends are working on their Visual Media project again today. He came in to ask me if I would be the cameraman for one of their segments as all of them were in it.
"You want me?" I exclaimed, pleased and flattered. I have taken a great deal of grief over the quality of my camerawork in the past.
"Absolutely," says Ammo. "You'll be great. Perfect. Just what we want."
I am so thrilled. No one has ever seemed to accept that our old camera was very heavy and that's why there were so many shots of my feet. And when people talk to you at baseball or soccer games, it's just natural to turn toward them.
Thus the somewhat erratic, but always artistic, videos of Rambi family life.
I admit even I have trouble explaining the sudden graceful arcs skyward as if following a bird in flight.
Anyway- Ammo obviously has matured and grown to appreciate my artistic abilities, and actually wants to use them in his project!
I'm sitting here with my glass of wine "on call" and I hear Patrick from the living room,
"Are you sure we want your mom doing this?"
"Yeah- trust me. It'll be just what we want. You should see her stuff. It's gonna look just like one of those running chase sequences from "Cops".
Sweet Heather says," Oh, AMmo. Your mom can't be that bad."
And Evil Ammo, who will not be getting any homecooking for a year or two, says, "Yeah- she is. She;s REALLY awful." |
