Frank is sitting in the dining room chair, getting lit for the camera.
“More schmutz,” says Guy. Schmutz turns out to be two pieces of
waxy-looking paper he hangs in front of a light that is shining on
Frank.
“Why is that schmutz?” I ask.
“That’s just what we call it,” says Guy. “The real name, the brand name for it, is actually Opal.”
Something with a pretty name like Opal gets nicknamed “schmutz”? It must be a guy thing, Definitely, a guy thing.