I come to bring you good news and things that light up.

[Black screen. Sound of Sunday morning street -- occasional voices, rare cars.]

VOICEOVER
Hung over, grouchy, and carrying a water pistol.
[Pause]
It can only be one day of the year.

[Shot of PROTAGONIST squinting at sun, dragging massive brightly-coloured foam gun. Looking around. Shots of what he sees. At first, nothing remarkable. Then, in the distance, a barricade, and slowly appearing between the buildings, great bobbing arcs of rainbow balloons.

TITLES: PRIDE DAY 2005


Does anyone else compose movies they want to show people from the past? Do you fantasize about going back in time to really impress people (at, say, a science fiction convention, for extra frisson) with your Knowledge of the Future?

Maybe that's just me. Maybe I'm the only one insecure enough in my wisdom to need the gap of history to make me feel confident that I'll look clever.

It was Pride.

Pride makes me...

( Grumpy. )

( Happy. )

( Lighter... )

'K, enough with the lexicon of sentimentality.

Oh, and Pride saw the launch of LEPIG in the form of two shirts. I also made gum wrappers, but I didn't have very many, and I wasn't on a float, so I didn't toss them to the crowd. Another time.

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*I am not a lower-case anything.