Every so often, I need to simply tossing in this little nugget of base, self-serving aggrandizement: My failed attempt to get a fly-fishing film into the F3t, international film tour.

Here. Watch this. Eleven some-odd minutes off your  life, but it might be worth it–especially if you like long, embroidered diatribes and atrocious metaphors, similes, and references to eunuchs.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXClVibG3xw