The day was harsh, and fraught with perils...
Ok, so nothing I went through today could really qualify as "perilous", but when your life is boring, you really need to use words like that to add some excitement. Toaday was actually rather easy. Aside from Parker's dog almost dying from some unknown ailment, everything went smoothly. We were shooting at what was supposed to be a gay bar. Background consisted of 14 gay dudes. No, I'm not making fun of them, they were seriously gay. The set was supposed to be a gay bar, and the director (gay himself) handpicked 14 gay dudes for background. 14 gays guys are so much easier to work with than 14 straight men and women! They would ask curtiously if they needed to go anywhere. They struck up polite conversation. 2 of em even hit on me. Kind of a little self esteem boost. It was funny, cus the guy playing the bartender, who was by far the most efeminate of them all, was ragging on them for their gaydar being so far off. He pointed out my outfit as exhibit A. I was wearing an antihawaiin shirt (it has the floral patern, but in shades of black), beat up chamoflage pants, and a t-shirt with a picture of a plate, fork and knife. On the plate is a picture of a pussy cat. The caption reads, (Breakfast of champion". I thought the outfit was pretty cool. He pointed out the fact that they were real chamys, not fitted ones, and the fact that not many gay guys were shirts aluding to cunnilingus. A good point if I do say so myself. Which I do. Say so myself, that is.
Today was also good, because the executive producer dropped the possibility of Sam directing. This is the big friggin cheese I'm talking about here. So now Sam's primed to direct, and aparently I'm being primed to be an assistant director. The assistant directors (AD) are the ass whoopers on the show. The 1st AD, not the director, calls action on the shots, supervises all the work, yells at those who need it, and basically makes sure that everything runs smooth and on time.
Our 2nd AD was thanking Sam for bringing me on to help, and asked how many shows I'd done. Sam fessed up and admitted that it was my first show. He said he'd lied to bring me on cus he knew I'd pick it up quick. They weren't pissed at all. Now they're teaching me all kinds of shit on how to be an AD, instead of just a PA.
I can not stress enough the huge help Sams been on my life. He was a buddy of mine in the service, but got out two years before me, and got a head start on the business. I'm not even out yet, and I've worked on countless short films, and now two back to back features. Sam got me on all those shows, except the next one, which I got because of people I met on a show Sam brought me on. I'm definately gonna have to give that guy a job some day, when I'm a media mogul. Bending the press, and thereby the world, to do my bidding [insert maniacal laughter here].
Alright, enough of this. I have so many run on sentences and topics that melt into other, it's insane. I should stop writing streem of conciousness. It's even confusing to me.
Ok, so nothing I went through today could really qualify as "perilous", but when your life is boring, you really need to use words like that to add some excitement. Toaday was actually rather easy. Aside from Parker's dog almost dying from some unknown ailment, everything went smoothly. We were shooting at what was supposed to be a gay bar. Background consisted of 14 gay dudes. No, I'm not making fun of them, they were seriously gay. The set was supposed to be a gay bar, and the director (gay himself) handpicked 14 gay dudes for background. 14 gays guys are so much easier to work with than 14 straight men and women! They would ask curtiously if they needed to go anywhere. They struck up polite conversation. 2 of em even hit on me. Kind of a little self esteem boost. It was funny, cus the guy playing the bartender, who was by far the most efeminate of them all, was ragging on them for their gaydar being so far off. He pointed out my outfit as exhibit A. I was wearing an antihawaiin shirt (it has the floral patern, but in shades of black), beat up chamoflage pants, and a t-shirt with a picture of a plate, fork and knife. On the plate is a picture of a pussy cat. The caption reads, (Breakfast of champion". I thought the outfit was pretty cool. He pointed out the fact that they were real chamys, not fitted ones, and the fact that not many gay guys were shirts aluding to cunnilingus. A good point if I do say so myself. Which I do. Say so myself, that is.
Today was also good, because the executive producer dropped the possibility of Sam directing. This is the big friggin cheese I'm talking about here. So now Sam's primed to direct, and aparently I'm being primed to be an assistant director. The assistant directors (AD) are the ass whoopers on the show. The 1st AD, not the director, calls action on the shots, supervises all the work, yells at those who need it, and basically makes sure that everything runs smooth and on time.
Our 2nd AD was thanking Sam for bringing me on to help, and asked how many shows I'd done. Sam fessed up and admitted that it was my first show. He said he'd lied to bring me on cus he knew I'd pick it up quick. They weren't pissed at all. Now they're teaching me all kinds of shit on how to be an AD, instead of just a PA.
I can not stress enough the huge help Sams been on my life. He was a buddy of mine in the service, but got out two years before me, and got a head start on the business. I'm not even out yet, and I've worked on countless short films, and now two back to back features. Sam got me on all those shows, except the next one, which I got because of people I met on a show Sam brought me on. I'm definately gonna have to give that guy a job some day, when I'm a media mogul. Bending the press, and thereby the world, to do my bidding [insert maniacal laughter here].
Alright, enough of this. I have so many run on sentences and topics that melt into other, it's insane. I should stop writing streem of conciousness. It's even confusing to me.
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And yes......it is the Breakfast of Champions!!!
Ah see I don't like cherry coke..I like my diet coke but I don't drink it anymore soda will rot yer teefers out or well make it hard to lose weight one or the other.
I have puma roller skates also..if I can't learn to skateboard I will just be that girl with purple skates cuz that is sort of cute and stuff.
Back to my chinese food yum yum.