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My life was a little chaotic for a while. Sorry for not checking in. I don't talk about this a whole lot, but my sister was very sick. For at least one night I wasn't sure how much longer she'd be around with us. It's funny how everything goes away when faced with something like that.
Good news is that she's actually doing much, much better. She's still going to have medical issues for the rest of her life, but at least now I can hope that life is a good, long one.
Speaking of the frailty of things, one of my first SG friends, Cat is now undergoing treatment for breast cancer. Cat has already lost a husband to cancer. She's a fearless, amazing human being. But she's fighting the fight of her life right now.
This is a shot from Cat's first set:
And here's Cat and I back in 2004!
She's long left this site. But she keeps a blog at Caitlinmarcoux.net
Go say hi! wish her good luck. She's an amazing person. You should know her.
And finally, with a song by the very cool band The Divinyls. We lost their singer yesterday.
How are all of you guys. I wanna hear from you!
My life was a little chaotic for a while. Sorry for not checking in. I don't talk about this a whole lot, but my sister was very sick. For at least one night I wasn't sure how much longer she'd be around with us. It's funny how everything goes away when faced with something like that.
Good news is that she's actually doing much, much better. She's still going to have medical issues for the rest of her life, but at least now I can hope that life is a good, long one.
Speaking of the frailty of things, one of my first SG friends, Cat is now undergoing treatment for breast cancer. Cat has already lost a husband to cancer. She's a fearless, amazing human being. But she's fighting the fight of her life right now.
This is a shot from Cat's first set:
And here's Cat and I back in 2004!
She's long left this site. But she keeps a blog at Caitlinmarcoux.net
Go say hi! wish her good luck. She's an amazing person. You should know her.
And finally, with a song by the very cool band The Divinyls. We lost their singer yesterday.
How are all of you guys. I wanna hear from you!
Sorry. Things have been a bit crazy.
BUT- while I'm waiting for some time to do a proper blog I wanna tell you a story about my friend Annelise.
Annelise had a job interview last week. I need to tell you a bit about her before I tell you about that, though.
Annelise moved here from California with her boyfriend about a year ago. In LA, Annelise produced a feature movie. She produced a bunch of music videos and shorts. She was 25.She's a smart cookie. Obviously.
But since then her luck has sort of turned around. She got a job with a producer out here who put her into the hospital with anxiety with his insane sexual harassment and psychotic stalking. Then she and her boyfriend broke up. She had to leave her apt and all that. She moved into a new place and was kicked out due to bedbugs. Got a job as the Producer's asst on "Nurse Jackie" (where I met her), where she was used as a glorified dog walker. She applied for a dream job and was told that she was overqualified.
Oh, and her mom calls often enough to tell her that she's a loser because she doesn't have a full time job with benefits. But Annelise wants to write and produce things. She's funny, brilliant and talented. She also does stand up at various open mic nights around the city and she's hilarious. I've seen her several times. This is someone who owes it to herself to see what she's got. What she can write. What she can produce. Having a full time job would most likely drain that energy (let's be honest, it totally would). She's kinda better off in Production where she can work on a tv show for a few months and then do her own thing and try to produce some web series or write something and try to get that made. Working 9-5 (or 8-7, which is more likely in NYC) just kinda steals that from you.
She's recently been contacted about the website The Gloss about possibly writing content for them. She was contacted by another site about possibly doing funny videos for them. And I'm trying to get my friend Ashley to try to get some money from The Onion (whom she works with) to get Annelise some money to do some stuff for THEM. So things are brewing. But nothing has happened yet.
so she gets this call last week to be Noah Baumbach's assistants. Noah Baumach is an accomplished film writer and director who is famous for hiring pretty girls and treating them in a creepy way. Two of my friends have interviewed with him and turned down the job because they got an icky feeling ).
BUT- here is the key- Noah has apparently signed a multi picture deal with Dreamworks. So Annelise would be his permanent asst (most directors just hire someone for the length of the project they are on at the time, as the project pays them. Not the director). AND she would get benefits. So it sounded great. Kinda. Mostly great. But it was a compromise between some corporate job and a job with a creative person in a creative field. Even if he was a bit icky.
So she sent herself a text (with what I assumed was the address of her meeting place) and went out to meet him. Spring in her step. She came back over an hour later looking dejected. When I asked what happened she said that Noah was looking for someone who would be "fulfilled" by being his personal assistant- making his reservations, keeping his books in order, ordering his lunch. Etc.
Annelise said "well I do want to write and produce my own things. I just want to be honest. I know full well that this job would take precedence"
And he said "I really need you to decide what you want to do. You have to ask yourself if you want a job or you want to do shit for free"
So she came back. Looked at her phone again, and called him up to decline the job. And the health benefits. And the steady paycheck.
I didn't know what to ask so I said "Where did you meet him?"
And she said "Oddly, just around the corner."
And I said "Oh! funny. You texted yourself the address to go around the corner"
and she said "No. I didn't."
I asked her what she texted to herself. She showed me her phone. It said:
"Bet on you"
Fucking love that!!!
"Bet on you"!!!
Hope all you guys are well.
BUT- while I'm waiting for some time to do a proper blog I wanna tell you a story about my friend Annelise.
Annelise had a job interview last week. I need to tell you a bit about her before I tell you about that, though.
Annelise moved here from California with her boyfriend about a year ago. In LA, Annelise produced a feature movie. She produced a bunch of music videos and shorts. She was 25.She's a smart cookie. Obviously.
But since then her luck has sort of turned around. She got a job with a producer out here who put her into the hospital with anxiety with his insane sexual harassment and psychotic stalking. Then she and her boyfriend broke up. She had to leave her apt and all that. She moved into a new place and was kicked out due to bedbugs. Got a job as the Producer's asst on "Nurse Jackie" (where I met her), where she was used as a glorified dog walker. She applied for a dream job and was told that she was overqualified.
Oh, and her mom calls often enough to tell her that she's a loser because she doesn't have a full time job with benefits. But Annelise wants to write and produce things. She's funny, brilliant and talented. She also does stand up at various open mic nights around the city and she's hilarious. I've seen her several times. This is someone who owes it to herself to see what she's got. What she can write. What she can produce. Having a full time job would most likely drain that energy (let's be honest, it totally would). She's kinda better off in Production where she can work on a tv show for a few months and then do her own thing and try to produce some web series or write something and try to get that made. Working 9-5 (or 8-7, which is more likely in NYC) just kinda steals that from you.
She's recently been contacted about the website The Gloss about possibly writing content for them. She was contacted by another site about possibly doing funny videos for them. And I'm trying to get my friend Ashley to try to get some money from The Onion (whom she works with) to get Annelise some money to do some stuff for THEM. So things are brewing. But nothing has happened yet.
so she gets this call last week to be Noah Baumbach's assistants. Noah Baumach is an accomplished film writer and director who is famous for hiring pretty girls and treating them in a creepy way. Two of my friends have interviewed with him and turned down the job because they got an icky feeling ).
BUT- here is the key- Noah has apparently signed a multi picture deal with Dreamworks. So Annelise would be his permanent asst (most directors just hire someone for the length of the project they are on at the time, as the project pays them. Not the director). AND she would get benefits. So it sounded great. Kinda. Mostly great. But it was a compromise between some corporate job and a job with a creative person in a creative field. Even if he was a bit icky.
So she sent herself a text (with what I assumed was the address of her meeting place) and went out to meet him. Spring in her step. She came back over an hour later looking dejected. When I asked what happened she said that Noah was looking for someone who would be "fulfilled" by being his personal assistant- making his reservations, keeping his books in order, ordering his lunch. Etc.
Annelise said "well I do want to write and produce my own things. I just want to be honest. I know full well that this job would take precedence"
And he said "I really need you to decide what you want to do. You have to ask yourself if you want a job or you want to do shit for free"
So she came back. Looked at her phone again, and called him up to decline the job. And the health benefits. And the steady paycheck.
I didn't know what to ask so I said "Where did you meet him?"
And she said "Oddly, just around the corner."
And I said "Oh! funny. You texted yourself the address to go around the corner"
and she said "No. I didn't."
I asked her what she texted to herself. She showed me her phone. It said:
"Bet on you"
Fucking love that!!!
"Bet on you"!!!
Hope all you guys are well.
Wow!
I've been crazy busy. CRAZY busy. Sorry I haven't been around.
But I have a few minutes to catch my breath, so I want to point out a couple of sets that deserve your attention.
The first is the latest set by the utterly perfect Cane. She absolutely takes my breath away.
Check out Glitter and Doom.
Next is the breathtaking Hanke. She took a chance with her latest set and it has found some middling results. I love the set.
She is a stunning person who deserves some love. Check out Dig a Pony.
Other than that I just want to remind you about the following people who are insanely gorgeous:
Autrum
keet (Who has not even shot a SET yet!!)
Luxlee
Marlene
And of course...
Acacia
I live in the same world as these people. How is that even POSSIBLE?
I've been crazy busy. CRAZY busy. Sorry I haven't been around.
But I have a few minutes to catch my breath, so I want to point out a couple of sets that deserve your attention.
The first is the latest set by the utterly perfect Cane. She absolutely takes my breath away.
Check out Glitter and Doom.
Next is the breathtaking Hanke. She took a chance with her latest set and it has found some middling results. I love the set.
She is a stunning person who deserves some love. Check out Dig a Pony.
Other than that I just want to remind you about the following people who are insanely gorgeous:
Autrum
keet (Who has not even shot a SET yet!!)
Luxlee
Marlene
And of course...
Acacia
I live in the same world as these people. How is that even POSSIBLE?
Happy 82nd birthday to Mamie Van Doren!
One of Hollywood's original bad girls, Mamie never had the same studio success as her contemporaries (and friends, and rivals) Marilyn Monroe and Jane Mansfeld, but Mamie cleared out her own legendary niche as a pinup, and in films like "The Girl In The Black Stockings", "High School Confidential", "Untamed Youth" and (of course) "Sex Kittens Go To College".
At a time when men were supposed to be allowed to do whatever they wanted and women were not supposed to do anything, Mamie did whatever the hell she wanted. Married 5 times. Slept with who she wanted (including Clark Gable, Elvis, Steve McQueen and others), and DIDN'T sleep with people who could have possibly helped her career, like Howard Hughes.
It should also be said that Mamie volunteered for 2 tours to entertain the troops in Vietnam.
I've always been aware of Mamie, but a few years ago I heard Little Steven profile her on his Underground Garage radio show. I checked out her insanely entertaining website, full of pictures, stories and gossip (with entries like "Tom Jones? It's Not Unusual") and wrote her an email telling her how cool she is. She wrote me back that very night with a very sweet note and mailed me an autographed picture soon after.
Bad girls, man. Hearts of gold. Happy birthday, Mamie.
One of Hollywood's original bad girls, Mamie never had the same studio success as her contemporaries (and friends, and rivals) Marilyn Monroe and Jane Mansfeld, but Mamie cleared out her own legendary niche as a pinup, and in films like "The Girl In The Black Stockings", "High School Confidential", "Untamed Youth" and (of course) "Sex Kittens Go To College".
At a time when men were supposed to be allowed to do whatever they wanted and women were not supposed to do anything, Mamie did whatever the hell she wanted. Married 5 times. Slept with who she wanted (including Clark Gable, Elvis, Steve McQueen and others), and DIDN'T sleep with people who could have possibly helped her career, like Howard Hughes.
It should also be said that Mamie volunteered for 2 tours to entertain the troops in Vietnam.
I've always been aware of Mamie, but a few years ago I heard Little Steven profile her on his Underground Garage radio show. I checked out her insanely entertaining website, full of pictures, stories and gossip (with entries like "Tom Jones? It's Not Unusual") and wrote her an email telling her how cool she is. She wrote me back that very night with a very sweet note and mailed me an autographed picture soon after.
Bad girls, man. Hearts of gold. Happy birthday, Mamie.
Ok, now that Luxlee has finally gone pink I just want to say thank you and post something in gratitude to my amazing friend Acacia, who has been an incredible and wonderful light in my life for many years.
Thank you, doll.
And since it's Superbowl Sunday I have been thinking recently about the whole jock/nerd dichotomy and how it seems almost universally true that those who are popular and athletic in high school are usually the ones who never leave their hometown, marry someone local and have dull, uninteresting kids and do nothing of interest with their lives, while those kids who were different or picked on go on to do all SORTS of interesting things. And a lot of people think it's because of karma. Because we in America have a fast-food idea of karma. And, what do I know? That might be true. But also consider this:
In high school the worship of athletics naturally elevates those who are participating in events in which they CAN excel. A lot of people are good athletes when they're young! They're fast. They're strong. They have stamina and endurance. AFTER high school it takes work to maintain that. But when you're in those high school years it's natural for a lot of people.
But after high school those jocks go from participants to spectators. And they get a little rounder around the middle. And they have nothing interesting to talk about because they are no longer DOING, but watching. So they watch with their friends in bars. And they high five. And they remember the time when they were the local legends.
ON THE OTHER HAND, the life of the nerd has the exact OPPOSITE trajectory. The nerd starts out as a spectator. They're into comics, or movies, or books. Or music. Or whatever. And it's only when they grow up that they can participate in their passions. The interest of the nerd actually REQUIRE life experience to make them interesting. It's only later in life that they can actually begin to show who they really are and what they have to offer.
And while we're on the subject of athletics, have you ever noticed how grown men who wear sports jerseys with the name and numbers of young men on the back are essentially participating in cosplay? They're dressing up as their hero! The difference, of course, is that the hero of the grown man is a living, breathing person who makes a lot of money off the sale of his jersey.
I just think that's odd.
Thank you, doll.
And since it's Superbowl Sunday I have been thinking recently about the whole jock/nerd dichotomy and how it seems almost universally true that those who are popular and athletic in high school are usually the ones who never leave their hometown, marry someone local and have dull, uninteresting kids and do nothing of interest with their lives, while those kids who were different or picked on go on to do all SORTS of interesting things. And a lot of people think it's because of karma. Because we in America have a fast-food idea of karma. And, what do I know? That might be true. But also consider this:
In high school the worship of athletics naturally elevates those who are participating in events in which they CAN excel. A lot of people are good athletes when they're young! They're fast. They're strong. They have stamina and endurance. AFTER high school it takes work to maintain that. But when you're in those high school years it's natural for a lot of people.
But after high school those jocks go from participants to spectators. And they get a little rounder around the middle. And they have nothing interesting to talk about because they are no longer DOING, but watching. So they watch with their friends in bars. And they high five. And they remember the time when they were the local legends.
ON THE OTHER HAND, the life of the nerd has the exact OPPOSITE trajectory. The nerd starts out as a spectator. They're into comics, or movies, or books. Or music. Or whatever. And it's only when they grow up that they can participate in their passions. The interest of the nerd actually REQUIRE life experience to make them interesting. It's only later in life that they can actually begin to show who they really are and what they have to offer.
And while we're on the subject of athletics, have you ever noticed how grown men who wear sports jerseys with the name and numbers of young men on the back are essentially participating in cosplay? They're dressing up as their hero! The difference, of course, is that the hero of the grown man is a living, breathing person who makes a lot of money off the sale of his jersey.
I just think that's odd.
I know that I'm on a rather single-minded mission to make Luxlee a Suicide Girl, but it's just absurd that she's not.
She's got a new set up.
It's as gorgeous as her others. Go say hi and make her pink!
New Blog when Luxlee is pink! Not until then!
She's got a new set up.
It's as gorgeous as her others. Go say hi and make her pink!
New Blog when Luxlee is pink! Not until then!
I've spent much of today watching a few movies with the amazing Linda Darnell. An actress of uncommon intelligence but terrible luck, Darnell's career had lots of ups and downs, mostly downs. Alcohol, a few bad marriages and the fact that she repeatedly spurned the romantic offers of Darryl F. Zanuck saw to it that she would never become a giant star. And she died in a house fire while visiting an old assistant at age 41. Still, should could play tough as nails as good as anyone. Check her out in "Fallen Angel" or "No Way Out" sometime. She's great.
And I hate taking Luxlee's set off my page. You should still check it out.
Now to add to that is the amazing Cane.
Vagabond.
Sweet, fun and an all around great person, Cane is one of my favorite people I've ever met on this site.
Then there's the diving Apolline
You ow it to yourself to check out Petite anotomie
And last but not least, the utterly astounding Hanke
Animal Boy is a piece of perfection.
My favorite set in MR review right now:
Luxlee-Loitering
She's kind of amazing. And she's a good east coast girl. Check it out.
Luxlee-Loitering
She's kind of amazing. And she's a good east coast girl. Check it out.
As I write this I'm lying on my couch. I should probably be out volunteering. And I will later (probably) and certainly tomorrow. But for now I'm laying on my couch. The last few days have been insane. And I'm one of the lucky ones! I didn't lose power for that long. I have heat. I have food. I'm good. I'm really good.
But it's still been insane.
From sandbagging my apartment with kitty litter (no kidding) before the storm hit, to the calls and texts I started getting when the storm got really bad Monday night, to working at home for an utterly hysterical boss, to sleeping at the studio for the past two nights because of the gas hysteria going on right now. Long week.
I was listening to the wind blow things around Monday night and i kinda shrugged when the power went out. Oh well. But the texts I was getting from my friends on the NJ shore were more serious. They were frightened. They were getting slammed. Hard.
And then the texts from my friends in Manhattan went like this: Lights are off. Fuck. This blows.
And then the texts from my friends in Brooklyn went like this: HURRICANE PARTY!!! COME OVER!!!!
Went like that all night. When I woke up the next day I had no tv or internet so I had no idea how bad things were. I walked around to check things out. Lots and lots of trees down and power lines out. A bunch of roof tiles blown off, lots of lawn furniture all over the streets. It looked bad. But I had no idea how bad.
I started getting calls and texts. My friends on the NJ Shore were devastated. One couple was underwater completely. One friend showed me a picture of my favorite bar in the world, which happens to be down the block from her house. Completely destroyed. Everyone had water in the streets, water up to their doorbells, etc etc.
My friends in Manhattan were all like this: Lights still out. This REALLY blows. Fuck this. I'm getting out.....subways are out. fuck this. I'm walking uptown...fuck this.
My friends in Brooklyn were like this: HURRICANE PARTY!! SO HUNGOVER!! OMG!! COME OVER!!
Wednesday is when i started getting a real picture of the complete devastation on the NJ shore. It's just heartbreaking. And it's also when things started getting scary downtown. Day 3 of no power. It's dark. It's cold. No subways. no busses. No way on or off the island except by foot. My friend Rachel lives on the 20th floor in her building and has 2 dogs and cats. What was she supposed to do!? She couldn't leave.
Brooklyn: OMG! I HAVE A HEADACHE!!! Wanna do brunch!?!?!
At this point i was getting hysterical calls, texts and emails from our producer. What does all this mean!?!?! How are we gonna work tomorrow? Nobody can get to work!? INSURANCE!! ARE WE GONNA SHOOT OVER CHRISTMAS!! WHAT IS GOING ON!!??! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH
The tunnels and bridges were reopened late Wednesday night, BUT you needed to carpool and have a minimum of 3 people in your car between 6AM and midnight to be let into the city. So I left my house at 5 on Thursday morning to get there and crossed the GW Bridge at about 5:55 AM (a trip that usually takes about 15 min). But New Yorkers, being who they are, completely disobeyed this rule and tried driving anyway. To everyone's surprise the rule was strictly enforced and cops stopped each and every car to check, backing up traffic for as much as 5 hour waits at the crossings.
Our teamster captain deployed vans in Manhattan before 5am to pick crew members up from certain checkpoints in Manhattan to drive them to work at our studio in Queens. Since most people on our crew were still living in the dark they brought their kids, their pets and their laundry to work with them. So our production office was in total chaos all day Thursday. Part nursery, part kennel, part production office, part therapy center. And then once people GOT to work a lot of them didn't want to leave. Our 2nd AD had her toilet overflow for over 2 HOURS and had an apartment full of shit. Literally. One of our camera guys slept at his mother's house with a loaded shotgun to prevent looting.
So everyone stayed.
We bought pillows, and blankets, and shampoo and we slept in dressing rooms, and bought beer. Kids were running up and down the hallways. Edie Falco stayed with her kids and dog (more out of solidarity since I was actually able to score a hotel room for her- almost an impossible thing to do this week). I stayed because now there is a complete and total gas shortage and there's no way I'm sitting in the 3-5 hour lines that people are sitting in at the few gas stations that are open.
Power started coming back on in lower manhattan late Friday. There were tears of joy in our office. No kidding. Today I passed a line of cars at a gas station so long that I literally could not see the end of it. Tonight my friend Kayla flies into LaGuardia. She's only been here once. I promised her a month ago when she bought the ticket that I'd show her around NY.
Great timing!!!
Maybe tomorrow I'll go to brunch in Brooklyn.
How are you guys doing?
Restore the Shore!!
But it's still been insane.
From sandbagging my apartment with kitty litter (no kidding) before the storm hit, to the calls and texts I started getting when the storm got really bad Monday night, to working at home for an utterly hysterical boss, to sleeping at the studio for the past two nights because of the gas hysteria going on right now. Long week.
I was listening to the wind blow things around Monday night and i kinda shrugged when the power went out. Oh well. But the texts I was getting from my friends on the NJ shore were more serious. They were frightened. They were getting slammed. Hard.
And then the texts from my friends in Manhattan went like this: Lights are off. Fuck. This blows.
And then the texts from my friends in Brooklyn went like this: HURRICANE PARTY!!! COME OVER!!!!
Went like that all night. When I woke up the next day I had no tv or internet so I had no idea how bad things were. I walked around to check things out. Lots and lots of trees down and power lines out. A bunch of roof tiles blown off, lots of lawn furniture all over the streets. It looked bad. But I had no idea how bad.
I started getting calls and texts. My friends on the NJ Shore were devastated. One couple was underwater completely. One friend showed me a picture of my favorite bar in the world, which happens to be down the block from her house. Completely destroyed. Everyone had water in the streets, water up to their doorbells, etc etc.
My friends in Manhattan were all like this: Lights still out. This REALLY blows. Fuck this. I'm getting out.....subways are out. fuck this. I'm walking uptown...fuck this.
My friends in Brooklyn were like this: HURRICANE PARTY!! SO HUNGOVER!! OMG!! COME OVER!!
Wednesday is when i started getting a real picture of the complete devastation on the NJ shore. It's just heartbreaking. And it's also when things started getting scary downtown. Day 3 of no power. It's dark. It's cold. No subways. no busses. No way on or off the island except by foot. My friend Rachel lives on the 20th floor in her building and has 2 dogs and cats. What was she supposed to do!? She couldn't leave.
Brooklyn: OMG! I HAVE A HEADACHE!!! Wanna do brunch!?!?!
At this point i was getting hysterical calls, texts and emails from our producer. What does all this mean!?!?! How are we gonna work tomorrow? Nobody can get to work!? INSURANCE!! ARE WE GONNA SHOOT OVER CHRISTMAS!! WHAT IS GOING ON!!??! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH
The tunnels and bridges were reopened late Wednesday night, BUT you needed to carpool and have a minimum of 3 people in your car between 6AM and midnight to be let into the city. So I left my house at 5 on Thursday morning to get there and crossed the GW Bridge at about 5:55 AM (a trip that usually takes about 15 min). But New Yorkers, being who they are, completely disobeyed this rule and tried driving anyway. To everyone's surprise the rule was strictly enforced and cops stopped each and every car to check, backing up traffic for as much as 5 hour waits at the crossings.
Our teamster captain deployed vans in Manhattan before 5am to pick crew members up from certain checkpoints in Manhattan to drive them to work at our studio in Queens. Since most people on our crew were still living in the dark they brought their kids, their pets and their laundry to work with them. So our production office was in total chaos all day Thursday. Part nursery, part kennel, part production office, part therapy center. And then once people GOT to work a lot of them didn't want to leave. Our 2nd AD had her toilet overflow for over 2 HOURS and had an apartment full of shit. Literally. One of our camera guys slept at his mother's house with a loaded shotgun to prevent looting.
So everyone stayed.
We bought pillows, and blankets, and shampoo and we slept in dressing rooms, and bought beer. Kids were running up and down the hallways. Edie Falco stayed with her kids and dog (more out of solidarity since I was actually able to score a hotel room for her- almost an impossible thing to do this week). I stayed because now there is a complete and total gas shortage and there's no way I'm sitting in the 3-5 hour lines that people are sitting in at the few gas stations that are open.
Power started coming back on in lower manhattan late Friday. There were tears of joy in our office. No kidding. Today I passed a line of cars at a gas station so long that I literally could not see the end of it. Tonight my friend Kayla flies into LaGuardia. She's only been here once. I promised her a month ago when she bought the ticket that I'd show her around NY.
Great timing!!!
Maybe tomorrow I'll go to brunch in Brooklyn.
How are you guys doing?
Restore the Shore!!
Hi hi hi
It's been a crazy few weeks. We start shooting on season 5 of "Nurse Jackie" on Monday. The time leading up to shooting is always my craziest time, since it's my job to get all the equipment and such in place to shoot. All the bla bla bla. That's what I do. The bla bla bla. So things have been crazy.
Even though it's season 5 things have been very different this year. The show was originally conceived by a couple, Linda Wallem and Liz Brixius. Not long after they wrote the pilot they split up. Then Showtime picked up the show. So they now had to work as an EX couple to write this show together. It's like they split up and found out that one of them was pregnant (yes, they were a gay couple, so the metaphor doesn't totally work. But you get the idea). Either way, after 4 years of insane tension, they both gave up and left the show. BUT Showtime wanted the show to go on, so they brought in the guy who wrote "Dexter" for the first 4 seasons. I won't say his name in the case he googles himself all the time. (Which I'm sure he does), but he is an absolute lunatic and it is NOT hard to see where Dexter comes from at all. A few small examples:
* He will only let his assistant bind his scripts with 1" silver fasteners.
* His office must be 72 degrees at all times. And he still wears a scarf.
* He had the ceilings raised all over the studio because he's claustrophobic. At the cost of $60,000!!!!
* He uses Purell after touching anyone.
* He won't let anyone who is the SLIGHTEST bit sick be in the room with him. At all. If you cough, sniffle, anything, you're gone.
He's fun!!
But I have to remind myself every once in a while that while my job is often ridiculous (And it is), sometimes...JUST sometimes....something amazing comes out of all this.
For example:
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Don't get me wrong I did NOT work on "Almost Famous" (twas a bit before my time, I'm afraid), but I wish I had. I think it's just about perfect in every way. God I love this movie.
If you could pick one movie to watch forever, what would it be?
It's been a crazy few weeks. We start shooting on season 5 of "Nurse Jackie" on Monday. The time leading up to shooting is always my craziest time, since it's my job to get all the equipment and such in place to shoot. All the bla bla bla. That's what I do. The bla bla bla. So things have been crazy.
Even though it's season 5 things have been very different this year. The show was originally conceived by a couple, Linda Wallem and Liz Brixius. Not long after they wrote the pilot they split up. Then Showtime picked up the show. So they now had to work as an EX couple to write this show together. It's like they split up and found out that one of them was pregnant (yes, they were a gay couple, so the metaphor doesn't totally work. But you get the idea). Either way, after 4 years of insane tension, they both gave up and left the show. BUT Showtime wanted the show to go on, so they brought in the guy who wrote "Dexter" for the first 4 seasons. I won't say his name in the case he googles himself all the time. (Which I'm sure he does), but he is an absolute lunatic and it is NOT hard to see where Dexter comes from at all. A few small examples:
* He will only let his assistant bind his scripts with 1" silver fasteners.
* His office must be 72 degrees at all times. And he still wears a scarf.
* He had the ceilings raised all over the studio because he's claustrophobic. At the cost of $60,000!!!!
* He uses Purell after touching anyone.
* He won't let anyone who is the SLIGHTEST bit sick be in the room with him. At all. If you cough, sniffle, anything, you're gone.
He's fun!!
But I have to remind myself every once in a while that while my job is often ridiculous (And it is), sometimes...JUST sometimes....something amazing comes out of all this.
For example:
Don't get me wrong I did NOT work on "Almost Famous" (twas a bit before my time, I'm afraid), but I wish I had. I think it's just about perfect in every way. God I love this movie.
If you could pick one movie to watch forever, what would it be?
