First clip up!

As I sit here steeped in misery and mucus, Lily was kind enough to distract me by sending some stills from the first clip she put up. In this one, I'm getting a most unwelcome visit from an IRS agent. Apparently, my tax records are somewhat suspect.

I'd had an inspiration for a sight gag, so before the shoot, I sat with my calculator, turned on the PRINT function and started typing/printing out slips of paper with numbers on them, to serve as receipts. I kept this up until I'd collected a bagful of them. During our interview, Robert said he wanted to see my receipts, so I presented the bag to him. Surprise, surprise -- he wasn't pleased with the lack of organization, and he said I needed to do something with them.

So I did.

I guess he wasn't too pleased with that, either. Even more demands -- I had to fetch my own hairbrush. Oh, the horror.

This was our second-to-last scene, so we went a bit heavier than we'd done on the first two. He was able to get me to transition from name-calling to pleading with a lot of convincing from that damned brush.

If you needed any more evidence that the IRS really sucks, this is it!

You can read more details here.

Cold, begone. I will have no more of thee.