Update: May 2025

TL;DR

-SAOA 19 Dialogue/Footage Layout: 100%
-SAOA 19 VFX: 0%
-SAOA 19 Sound Design: 10%
-SAOA 19 Lip Flaps: 10%
-MHAA 5 Dialogue/Footage Layout: 100%
-MHAA 5 VFX: 80%
-MHAA 5 Sound Design: 0%
-MHAA 5 Lip Flaps: 38%
-MHAA 6 Scripting: 100%
-MHAA 7 Scripting: 10%
-Wish Carrie a happy burdei on the 11th!

L;R

Happy Cinco de Mayonaise/Hoagie Day/International Day of the Midwife, everyone!!!

Sure hope you're treating your midwives to a big-ass sandwich as a sign of appreciation for all the people they've killed this year. That's what that's all about, right? Like a sort of "Thanksgiving after the Purge" situation? We're definitely not just mashing three disparate holidays together into a disgustingly overstuffed hoagie THAT'S RIGHT WE BROUGHT IT FULL CIRCLE!!! Anyway, be kind to your midwives. We know they're not as good as your peak wives, but they do their best, DAMNIT!

A lot of stuff happens in May is what we're saying. Such as finishing the dialogue and footage layouts for both SAOA 19 AND MHAA 5! They're neck-and-neck, bois! Never before has this happened in the history of SWE! We think! We're not gonna check. We're so old, and our memories ain't what they used to be. Especially Carrie, who's getting just a lil bit older in a few days! She's finally entering the "hag" stage of her metamorphosis, like she's always dreamed! Soon she will enter her silken cocoon, where she will gestate for a period of... however the fuck long women gestate we're not doctors... until she finally emerges, secreting the foulest of ichors, the likes of which no Leonardo DiCaprio has ever seen or smelled. She's calling it her "final form", but we're unconvinced. She could still get gooier. Anyway, y'all wish her a happy Emergence Day and treat her like the Queen of Locusts she is!

So, now that everything for the episodes has been laid out, we'll be getting together with our sound guys to get started on the music, SFX, leveling, EQ, and all that other arcane shit that those acoustic warlocks are so good at. The elders tell us that with but a dram of their blood, their secrets could be ours. So we got it (nevermind how), and we were like, "so we drank the blood. What now?", and they were like, "What do you mean you drank it?", and we were like, "Well, it's a liquid, so of course we drank it. Isn't that how the powers get in us?", and then they were all like, "Why the fuck would you assume that?! We were just gonna scan the DNA and find out what makes a great audio engineer!", and then we said, "Listen here, Frank. We don't know what kind of black magic chicanery you're trying to pawn off on us, but we came here for a simple, everyday, blood ritual!", and then THEY were like, "Sir, this is a Wendy's.", and we were like "Fine, then give us a Frosty!", and then they said, "Sorry, the machine's broken.", and then we calmly requested that they "die in a fire", and then THEY had the GALL to ask us to leave! Geez. Almost makes you think it'd be easier to just pay people for their work rather than seeking out fast food service workers and requesting they perform forgotten rites profane in the eyes of both man and God.

Almost.

Probs just need to hit up a Taco Bell. You know they got ZERO qualms about violating a human body. What do you think Baja Blast is made of?

May the horrors persist,
Something Witty