I got to take a nap on Sunday during the evening because I was only going to see "Pumping Velvet" at 9:45. During the last two days of the festival, I had obligations during the day, as Labor Day Weekend is a weird time for everyone, so I could only go to evening movies. So, after eating some bar-b- que cooked up by my roomies Mike and Amanda, I slept for a couple hours and got up around 9pm. Johnny Oh!, who might as well now be known as my date for the festival, was also only seeing the same movie.

As I was walking from my car to the theater, I noticed someone had a "I Love Teresa" bumper-sticker and when I saw a John Kerry sticker on the same car, I realized they meant John's wife, Teresa Heinz, the ketchup princess. They Kerry bumper-sticker said: "John Kerry: Bringing complete sentences back to the White House," which made me chuckle.

I got into the lobby and noticed that Agliff, with two days left to go, finally set up directional signs when you come in to tell you which side your movie was on. Better late than never.

I went into the theater to the right (as directed) and as I was walking near my seat near the front, I noticed a piece of paper on the floor and thought it was a condom. I didn't think anything of it as I walked on and then chuckled to myself for not batting an eyelash to the idea of a condom wrapper on the floor at a gay film. Pretty silly. Of course, within a millisecond, I realized it wasn't and then chuckled that I would even think that it was.

The "tripping on mushrooms" song was on again. I saw the slide for 2 Unemployed Democrats store. I looked and they are located on Mary Street which is near LodgAngeles, my palatial estate, so I need to try and get over there. And I need to do it before the election. I put a Kerry bumper sticker that Johnny gave me on my car the other day but I want one of the ones that has a W with the red circle with a line through it.

John came and sat with me and told me about the films he had seen the night before. He told me that "Goldfish Memories" was "really cute" and when I asked if it was a "lesbian" film he told me that it really wasn't. It was about couples and there were gay male, lesbian and straight characters.

He also told me that the shorts program he went to, "My Porn Star," was okay but he was disappointed that "Stunt Cocks," the film by Tom Hodges that we had seen earlier in the week, wasn't shown even though it was listed in the program. He wondered if there were complaints because a female character in the film says something about "When he shoots, it's like God cumming on my face." I think it was probably just an oversight or a technical glitch or something and not about content, but you never know.

He also told me about a short film called "Bigger" about a guy who has had over 2 pounds of collagen (or silicone or something) injected into his cock and balls to make them bigger. He said they showed his cock and balls and it was repulsive and we agreed that perhaps the guy is suffering from some sort of body dysmorphia, like anorexics do. He told me that the guy had a website with pictures of his cock and others that had been enhanced at some site like extremecocks.com or something but I am just too scared to look there. John said it was really sad and unattractive.

Scott got up to do his introductions and kept calling it Saturday night and the crowd corrected him loudly, reminding him it was Sunday. I guess many of us get a sort of "date" dysmorphia during the festival. My head was also in a haze by this point. Scott thanked several sponsors and when he mentioned the Austin Motel, I wondered if I had mentioned on the site that the other night he told us that they give hotel rooms to most of the visiting filmmakers in exchange for a sponsorship role in the festival. Austin Motel looks like a cool place to stay, but I am not sure I'd recommend it to my parents.

Scott introduced the filmmaker of "Pumping Velvet," a guy named Dustin Robertson, and he told us that it was the first public screening of his film. He told us the film was not a film but a "self-portrait" and that he'd been filming his life for a long time, mentioning he had been doing it since he was a teenager when he videotaped himself losing his virginity to a girl to show his friends so they'd stop calling him a "fag."

The "film" was Godawful and hateful and made me nauseated so I had to get up and walk out of it. I haven't walked out of a film in ages. In fact, since I started filethirteen, I think I have walked out of only one before this one, a film called "Waiting" that I saw a part of in Park City in 2000.

I sat in the lobby for a bit and the volunteers tried to get me to fill out a ballot but since I use my website as my ultimate ballot, I didn't do that. They persisted and said, "If you don't fill it out and give us your opinion, we're going to show something just like it next year." That almost worked, but I held fast to my principles. When I asked if anyone else had walked out of the film, they told me there had been a slow stream of people since about 20 minutes into the film.

I went back in and watched the last couple minutes and as the credits began, Scott dragged the filmmaker back up to the front, apparently hoping to get a Q&A started before everyone walked out. Johnny Oh! was up front standing up, applauding (he was the only one) and I couldn't believe he liked the film. I think he stood up because I walked out of the film in a huff. I was pissed.

Robertson did a pretty lengthy Q&A and most of what he said will be in my "film" review.

At the end of the night Johnny and I stood in the parking lot and argued about the film for about 40 minutes or so. I kept thinking of "Dogville," the Lars Von Triers film I saw during SXSW this year that also made me very mad. I hate to admit it but I truly believe if you can discuss and argue about a film for a long time, it can't really be worthless... I don't know though. "Pumping Velvet" is just a sick and sickening film. You'll have to read my review to see just how bad I thought it was.