I think I can partially speak for my partner-in-squirrel-based-crime, Michael, and confess we've both long struggled with being artists trapped in the bodies of day-jobbing squares, working for the proverbial man.

Our recent productivity has snuck up on me. It's been... yowza: literally years since our debut short, "Monster", and just this week, I realized we're in post for one thing, pre-production on the next thing, and writing the thing to follow.

I think I was eating a beet salad, or something equally Bay-Area-Bourge-y, and thought, "Damn, kids... to the untrained eye, this might look dangerously akin to doin' stuff."

Momentum, like an aloof cat I've been trying to woo into a petting, only to have it nudge my elbow when I finally give up and reach for the remote.

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