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Pix for Pix:
J samples the Kremlin Kocktail.
The real cause of hangovers is "people who can't handle their liquor." Fortunately "we don't have that problem" in New Orleans.
An intimate look at our home altar.
It's like a miniature nature documentary with an avant-garde soundtrack.
Editor B rewinds the tape.
J can always get the biggest, juicy buds of garlic.
We didn't credit this short animated segment, but J thinks he did it with Moonboy.
B displays cash money sent in by a loyal but mysterious viewer who calls himself Chamooga.
B shoots himself with the fisheye.
J isn't making a face. He always looks like that. Really.
Diane Ward fondles our trophy from the Indiana Film Society.
Our very first special guest ever was James T. Reichert, one of J's roommates and a WinTel-loving computer geek.
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