crash, maybe not so much with the burning
new new new new new.
what's new? well, lots of stuff. this week, at least.
i have bought all our film equipment. and i mean ALL. lights and lights and flags and nets, mics and mixers and monitors. a tripod stand, XLR cable. headphones.
ladies and gentlemen and ladies...we are now in business.
of course it's a matter of time, waiting a week or so for everything to get here. but we can officially start on working now, filming and shooting and writing and directing, acting here and gripping there. what's my motivation? what's my motivation?
monday, though, was intensely uncool. sunday night, you see, i spent at the director's house, until roughly 4:30am, going over every single piece of equipment that i bought, making sure there was nothing to miss and nothing to switch.
came home, slept an hour or so, and off to work. halfway down the street i accept and come to grips with the fact that my cell phone is upstairs in the apartment, all warm and powered and whatnot. but i left it and headed out, more concerned with traffic times than the location of my phone. big mistake, of course, but that comes later. i took my break to order all the equipment, the various processes taking hours and hours and hours to confirm that the order had gone through. order numbers and phone numbers and validation and confirmation. when you drop so much money there's red tape, you see. and i was wrapped up in so much of it you might have well called me tapey-mctape. (fine, so that was a lame nickname. just let go of it, already. sheesh)
so then, lunch. on my way to lunch? my tire falls off my car.
cough. MY TIRE FALLS OFF MY CAR. disentegrates, falls apart. hanging off the wheels, little strings coming off the checkerboard underneath the rubber. kathunk, kathunk, screech boom skraaaaaaaaaaaaclump. the embarassed looks as i pulled into the jewel parking lot (right across the street from my dad's old store, to boot).
mind you, monday was cold. very very cold. subzero temps and me without anything but a coat and very thin slacks. so i go into jewel and call my dad to see if he can pick up the car (being that i borrowed it from him for the week, of course) but given that my cell phone was at home i had to use the pay phone in jewel.
pause. just to ask, is it common knowledge that pay phones are now $0.75 FOR THE FIRST THREE MINUTES????? after that's another $0.50 or something like that. so it comes as no surprise that i had only three quarters on me, and hadn't finished planning my rescue within three minutes on the phone. forget this, i think. i'm just gonna walk back to work and call from there and not worry about anything until later today.
yeah. right. not only was work two miles away, temperatures subzero, me cold already even in the store...not only all that, i didn't even know how to get back without taking the highway. which became a moot point after about 3/4 of a mile, because i find out by then (after trekking through my share of knee-high snow banks and bundles) that the ONLY way to make it further south without some horrendous detour is to cross the highway.
double yeah. triple right. so i head back to the jewel, manage to get some change from a guy outside, all sighing and thinking that things might smooth out now.
when i walk right into the glass automatic door. smack, smoosh. blumph.
back to the payphone, quarters in one hand and my nose in the other. call the dad, get things settled, and wait half an hour. he gets there, i get to work, and things progress.
without my cell phone, though, things started falling all over the place again. not only could i not call my credit card company to let them know that i hadn't recieved my new card in the mail (because i don't have my new account number and, hence, couldn't navigate the voice menu), the only way i knew how to was to call with my cell phone, since that was the number they had on file for me.
throw in some more being-cold stuff, a dash of film equipment mayhem, and that's pretty much the day. the rest of the week went along alright, more changes to my order; i switched mics and shockmounts and boompole, juggled credit around a bit, and basically kept chugging along and here i am.
last week i wrote up a new scene for the film. a quick insert that will drastically help with character development, i think, and a new way for me to throw a few controvertial subjects around while i'm at it.
as for this weekend, there's gradschool apps, more writing, cleaning and cleaning and writing and eating. waiting for the equipment, waiting to hear from companies. waiting for a lot of stuff and waiting for a little stuff.
while i'm waiting i've been rehashing the recent past. looking at my old spec for Scrubs, looking at some old letters and notes. looking to see if some friends were on, wondering what i would do if they were. realizing that i saw two movies since i got home and i'm just not all jumpy to see another one. thinking about all that i still have left to do, and how exciting that is.
this look is the best thing i can to do phase myself right now. there's not a soul on the planet who's unfamiliar with me as clean-cut, the three-piece kinda guy with a penchant for talking the way he writes. but now i still walk around with the slacks and tie, the wool topcoat and the shoes and the whole bit...
...all with this mop on my head and shag on my chin. a clean hippie, or something. shirt and tie and slacks and shoes, coupled with disheveled hair and longer-than-stubble stubble. it's kinda weird.
and we all know how much i like weird. score.
what's new? well, lots of stuff. this week, at least.
i have bought all our film equipment. and i mean ALL. lights and lights and flags and nets, mics and mixers and monitors. a tripod stand, XLR cable. headphones.
ladies and gentlemen and ladies...we are now in business.
of course it's a matter of time, waiting a week or so for everything to get here. but we can officially start on working now, filming and shooting and writing and directing, acting here and gripping there. what's my motivation? what's my motivation?
monday, though, was intensely uncool. sunday night, you see, i spent at the director's house, until roughly 4:30am, going over every single piece of equipment that i bought, making sure there was nothing to miss and nothing to switch.
came home, slept an hour or so, and off to work. halfway down the street i accept and come to grips with the fact that my cell phone is upstairs in the apartment, all warm and powered and whatnot. but i left it and headed out, more concerned with traffic times than the location of my phone. big mistake, of course, but that comes later. i took my break to order all the equipment, the various processes taking hours and hours and hours to confirm that the order had gone through. order numbers and phone numbers and validation and confirmation. when you drop so much money there's red tape, you see. and i was wrapped up in so much of it you might have well called me tapey-mctape. (fine, so that was a lame nickname. just let go of it, already. sheesh)
so then, lunch. on my way to lunch? my tire falls off my car.
cough. MY TIRE FALLS OFF MY CAR. disentegrates, falls apart. hanging off the wheels, little strings coming off the checkerboard underneath the rubber. kathunk, kathunk, screech boom skraaaaaaaaaaaaclump. the embarassed looks as i pulled into the jewel parking lot (right across the street from my dad's old store, to boot).
mind you, monday was cold. very very cold. subzero temps and me without anything but a coat and very thin slacks. so i go into jewel and call my dad to see if he can pick up the car (being that i borrowed it from him for the week, of course) but given that my cell phone was at home i had to use the pay phone in jewel.
pause. just to ask, is it common knowledge that pay phones are now $0.75 FOR THE FIRST THREE MINUTES????? after that's another $0.50 or something like that. so it comes as no surprise that i had only three quarters on me, and hadn't finished planning my rescue within three minutes on the phone. forget this, i think. i'm just gonna walk back to work and call from there and not worry about anything until later today.
yeah. right. not only was work two miles away, temperatures subzero, me cold already even in the store...not only all that, i didn't even know how to get back without taking the highway. which became a moot point after about 3/4 of a mile, because i find out by then (after trekking through my share of knee-high snow banks and bundles) that the ONLY way to make it further south without some horrendous detour is to cross the highway.
double yeah. triple right. so i head back to the jewel, manage to get some change from a guy outside, all sighing and thinking that things might smooth out now.
when i walk right into the glass automatic door. smack, smoosh. blumph.
back to the payphone, quarters in one hand and my nose in the other. call the dad, get things settled, and wait half an hour. he gets there, i get to work, and things progress.
without my cell phone, though, things started falling all over the place again. not only could i not call my credit card company to let them know that i hadn't recieved my new card in the mail (because i don't have my new account number and, hence, couldn't navigate the voice menu), the only way i knew how to was to call with my cell phone, since that was the number they had on file for me.
throw in some more being-cold stuff, a dash of film equipment mayhem, and that's pretty much the day. the rest of the week went along alright, more changes to my order; i switched mics and shockmounts and boompole, juggled credit around a bit, and basically kept chugging along and here i am.
last week i wrote up a new scene for the film. a quick insert that will drastically help with character development, i think, and a new way for me to throw a few controvertial subjects around while i'm at it.
as for this weekend, there's gradschool apps, more writing, cleaning and cleaning and writing and eating. waiting for the equipment, waiting to hear from companies. waiting for a lot of stuff and waiting for a little stuff.
while i'm waiting i've been rehashing the recent past. looking at my old spec for Scrubs, looking at some old letters and notes. looking to see if some friends were on, wondering what i would do if they were. realizing that i saw two movies since i got home and i'm just not all jumpy to see another one. thinking about all that i still have left to do, and how exciting that is.
this look is the best thing i can to do phase myself right now. there's not a soul on the planet who's unfamiliar with me as clean-cut, the three-piece kinda guy with a penchant for talking the way he writes. but now i still walk around with the slacks and tie, the wool topcoat and the shoes and the whole bit...
...all with this mop on my head and shag on my chin. a clean hippie, or something. shirt and tie and slacks and shoes, coupled with disheveled hair and longer-than-stubble stubble. it's kinda weird.
and we all know how much i like weird. score.
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