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March 16th, 2003

Long, expansive day.

The day started out like any other, with me cleaning out the truck so I could load in a coffin.

For those of you who know me, you know that's not all that weird. The event was a lecture at the Hennepin County History Museum on the Layman's Cemetery, one of the oldest cemeteries in Minneapolis. I was videotaping the lecture, and while we were there doing preliminary scouting, somehow it came up that a friend of mine has an antique casket. We asked to borrow it, he said yes, it was all good. It was a huge hit, and a few people wanted a look inside (which was pretty boring, as it is being restored and the interior is completely stripped and free of its former occupant). I also brought along a couple of faux gothic tombstones for decoration, which was fun. Several people asked if they were real, and I had a lot of fun with picking them up, because they are made of polystyrene foam and are very light. This tickled some of the blue-hairs a lot. Evidently they don't get out much.

Explanima: Shooting on location is a lot more physical than you may think. We're not talking grab-the-handycam-and-run kinda stuff: we're talking several hundred pounds of ancillary gear, from lighting to grip equipment to monitors and cables. I have about 70 lbs. of extension cords alone, and yes, I have used them all on one shoot, and didn't have enough. Carrying all of that equipment up and down flights of stairs does make for quite a workout, and of course the main library of the HCHM is upstairs. Hey, at least it was only one flight.

To save some weight, I limited the shoot to two lights and only brought three extension cords. Unfortunately, I also managed to forget the tripod, so Barb ran back home to get it. Not your ordinary tripod, mind you, but a heavy-duty highboy with a large fluid head-- the beast weighs something like 35 lbs, but boy, does it make for beautiful shots. Barb wasn't all that happy with me.

And since I had recently re-organized everything, the bag that I normally carry the microphone cables in was completely devoid of said cables. So I had a microphone and no cables. And was shooting from something like 50 feet away. Across a crowded room. With the windows open. Along a bus route. And apparently near a bass-heavy hip-hop car stereo show and a spanish-language version of vilification tennis. Did I mention that Barb wasn't happy with me? This didn't help.

Couple that with some idiot who found that if he managed to tap his foot in just the right rhythm, the light on the twelve-foot extended stand would sway up and down and distract the speaker, apparently not realizing that a fifteen-pound light fixture falling from a twelve-foot height can make a nasty dent in your skull. Luckily he moved before he found that last bit out.

After the shoot, we did some pick-up shooting of various pictures and props, including a display of a famous historical murder investigation which was mentioned in the lecture. I didn't know this in advance, and wasn't exactly prepared for it, but managed to do quite well with only two lights. I'm getting quite good at minimalist lighting.

Then came the packing up. I had to re-pack the gig bag. In doing so, I opened the side-zipper pouch and realized that I had oh-so-intelligently put all of the microphone cables in there the last time I had packed the gig bag.

Have I mentioned that Barb wasn't happy with me? You might guess her reaction to this bit of news.

After a few choice rather imaginative descriptions of the award that I should be getting for my actions, I finished packing and we loaded up the truck.

By this time, I was completely exhausted. Barb was too, as ahe had been painting most of the day before the shoot. I was feeling pretty dunderhead-ish, and just wanted to scavenge some food and go to bed. To my great surprise, she suggested that we treat ourselves to a dinner out, which is an amazing sacrifice considering our total lack of money. Deciding between responsibility and hunger/exhaustion, responsibility lost out and we went to Applebees.

Oh. My. God. I don't know if it was because I've been eating mystery meat for so long, but the steak I had was the best steak I've ever had at Applebees. I had a cowgasm. Oh, it was nice. And Barb softened up and thanked me for doing all the video work for her. It was a really nice evening.

Then home, sleepy-full and exhausted, still to unpack the truck. At this point, we decided to leave all the equipment downstairs because we will be doing more shoots in the near future, and stairs are a bitch in case you missed it above. Stairmaster my ass.

Bonus: rebate check from Qwest for DSL service in the mail. Covers the back bill at Qwest, plus enough left over to cover dinner. Guilt-free eatin's, baby!

Slept the sleep of the sleepy with many wonderful dreams. Including a new movie idea:

Gilligan's Island of Lost SoulsCollapse )


The great mousehunt continues. Another little bastard spotted tonight. And I'm thinking there's at least one more. Dammit, I hate to get traps, but they are so damn destructive.


Re-packed the CD player. The old music was getting... old.
New tunes:
o The Crow score (Graeme Revell)
o Event Horizon score (Michael Kamen & Orbital)
o Dracula 2000 soundtrack (various-- not the score, dammit)
o VR.5 score (John Frizzell)
o Music from the X-files (Mark Snow)

Sensing a theme here?

BTW, does having Michael Easton star in a TV series signal it's untimely demise? I used to love VR.5 and Total Recall 2070 (Karl Pruner! Karl Pruner!), and both shows died prematurely.

Bonus trivia question: Who played Oliver Sampson in VR.5?
Hint: he's british.

And happy-happy: the Total Recall 2070 pilot is available on DVD!
Hey, my birthday is coming up, hint hint.

Also it looks like the VR.5 pilot episode and episode no. 7 are occasionally available on VHS. And I just discovered that the VR.5 sound track is out of print, and considered rare. Huh. Who'da thunk it?


In the weird request department: I'm looking for a doll (i.e. "action figure") that is articulated like a GI Joe, only female. I use them for drawing references for storyboards, and the GI Joe is wonderfully articulated. I haven't found any articulated female dolls, or at least not as poseable as Joe. I nearly bought the Mary Kate and Ashley Olson doll set, but they weren't quite good enough. That and I would hate to have to try to explain to Barb why I had action figures of teenage girls after the fit she threw after she saw my Britney Spears DVD (no, really, it's for storyboards).

Anybody finds a Barbie-sized fully articulated chick-doll, let me know.

Update: apparently there is a "G.I. Joe 82nd Airborne (female)". Gotta find it, baby!


Apparently I missed the boat. After finding the Buffy Musical soundtrack, I noticed Anthony Stewart Head's solo CD on Amazon. Along with samples. I listened to them. Not really my style (and I used to be a proud owner of the Don Johnson Heartbeat album. Live and learn).


And for those late nights when you just can't sleep, Hannibal, the videogame. A little chianti, some fava beans, and thou...


The window in the studio is open, with a fan blowing the cool air in. No bugs, fresh air, it feels mahvelous, dahling.

And now I am off to bed, feeling quite satisfied in many ways. It's a good feeling.

Low-key day.

Returned Brian's coffin to him early this afternoon. Came home, took the poock to the dog park and spent a good couple hours romping in the mud. Came home again, bathed the dog. Opened a couple more windows to let in the good air.

Schmoo!

Smack my bitch up

Political rantCollapse )

I am so amazingly frustrated. I feel like my future is completely out of my control. I have something like 8 weeks left of unemployment and all our savings are already eaten up. Barb's job is not enough to carry us. I need to have an income, and it needs to be a steady income.
I feel like it is my responsibility to get that income, but so far nothing that I have done has any impact.

Blah, blah, blah.


I guess when it gets down to it, I'm frightened.

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