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Dr. Zork will not write to you a tale of jazz music. I know this because I am he. Instead, he, or I, will write to you about the animation antics of the animation character John Akre, who is at work on his current project.

He has animated. He has seen some animation he did on Sunday and cleaned up some spots and is re-rendering. He is in part three of his four part script. He wonders if every scene is looking the same. He is going to depart from that look at some point, but which point.

He is animating more dialogue scenes. He made a frame in red to dance around the frame. This frame is to show that too much death can happen and have an influence upon profits. He turned one character backwards just to turn him backwards. To left or to right might just mean something. Now that Wargoon Flishe is CEO and god, he faces to the right. Earlier he faced to the left. Akre thinks perhaps that he will face him back to the left when he dies and is a dead.

Slips of time last night and this morning. Yesterday morning Akre recorded five more pages of script, voice over. He wonders if the voices of his characters are slipping. How does he put himself in the mood to voice one character and not let the voice slide into his own. They are all his own voice. They are as slippery as any voice is, changing with temperature and pressure and tension.

Last night he edited the sound and edited keyframes to some of the dialogue. This morning he finishes up that work.

Oops, once again, dear friends and whisperers, I give to you the Pome of the Day Project.

i could write a pome for you
but i'd rather make you breakfast
i could write a pome for you
but i'd rather scratch your neck a little
i could write a pome for you
but i'd rather talk about the weather
i could write a pome for you
but i'd rather teach you to fish
i could write a pome for you
but i'd rather not take your eye out
i could write a pome for you
but it might cover you in garbage
i could write a pome for you
but you will not be clean as a sponge bath
i could write a pome for you
but it might shoot you into outer space.
i'd rather just shut my face
than write a pome for you.

Written as always with sincerity and with fingers,
Dr. Hubert Zork