Leaky brain

Leaky brain

After looking at today's call sheet, I found myself silently exclaiming, "Hell, yeah! I get to sleep in until 5:15!" That's AM, people. And that's fucking sick. It'll have been a six day week after tomorrow, and I've had to get up at 4AM the past three days. Luckily Mondays & Tuesdays are my weekend days.

I am so tired.

It's me, a hamburger, some red wine and my comic books until I pass out. At least I still know how to have a good time. Christ, I'm surprised I'm still literate with work making my brain occasionally leak out my ears.

Alright. My plans have changed. I'm just eating and passing out. Peace.

D

[UPDATE: I forgot to mention that the short film I worked on--my very first job when I got to LA--about honor killings in Turkey was accepted into the Sundance Film Festival the other day. Neat-o, eh?

Also, I lied about going straight to sleep.]

"JUDGE:Confess! 48: The bones is yours, Dad. They came from youuuu, my daddy."

"JUDGE: Confess! 48: The bones is yours, Dad. They came from youuuu, my daddy."

Holy mother of God. Everyone in the world should watch "The Prisoner" just to watch the last episode. There's a character introduced in it that is perhaps the coolest character ever. Like, ever. Number 48.

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JUDGE
Young...man.

48
You godda message?

JUDGE
I just got it.

48
Wha' gives?

JUDGE
You've never been "with it", I mean with us.

48
'm Gone. Gone away.

JUDGE
But you were here, then you went and gone.

48
Godda word?

JUDGE
Oh yes...yes.

48
Da bright light, Dad. Godda sign?

JUDGE
Sign?

48
Da light.

JUDGE
Light?

48
Da message!

JUDGE
Then you went and gone!

48
Why?

JUDGE
Givvit to me, baby!

48
'at's it...

JUDGE
Give me the rest!

48
Give? All's you want, give? That's it!

JUDGE
That's it!

48
...and take...

JUDGE
That's it!

48
Take's all you want.

JUDGE
That's it!

48
Take.

JUDGE
That's it!

48
Taaake.

JUDGE
Take! Take!

48
Taaaake! Taaake!

THE CLOAKED AND MASKED PARLIMENT BEGINS CHANTING: TAKE! TAKE! 48 SMILES, HIS ARMS OUTSTRETCHED.

*****

This exchange doesn't make any sense in the context of the show, either. You just have to see this mother fucker in action. The coolest.

D

More blogs to read! Hooray! Down with productivity! Hooray!

More blogs to read! Hooray! Down with productivity! Hooray!

I'd like to draw your attention to two new blogs I have linked in my LINKS section. The first one is called "The more you cry, the less I care" from my friend Nikki. The second is the much belated addition of Reva's journal, "Too Little Too Late, Part 2. Check them out.

D

Dying in Hawaii

Dying in Hawaii

You gotta love it when Dave Sim (mysoginist/comic creator) eschews any and all professionalism by giving this quote in the top of this ad:




I might disagree with his views on the modern woman, but goddamn would I love to have this quote attached to anything I might produce.

In other news, I went to the screening party for Burkey's Western trailer project the other night. It turned out incredibly well. The lighting was sometimes a little inconsistent, and I could practically name all the libraries the sound effects came from (SIDENOTE: if I was grammatically correct in this sentence, it would almost sound like a 1950's sci-fi title: The Libraries from whence THE SOUND EFFECTS CAME!). Given that we shot all that stuff in three and a half days, however, I'd say we kicked ass...and that's with no budget.

A puzzling thing also happened at the screening party. I walked back into the party after having left to eat my dinner to discover that most of the people had left. The few that were left were gathered around one older gentleman. I won't give the long version because it makes about as much sense as the short version. Here's the fat-skinny of it:

*****

I was introduced to the older gentleman at the center of the crowd. We hit it off because he was a Cardinals fan (I had on my Cards hat), and he pitched for them for a season. Burkey turns to him, says,"You want him?"

The guy's face goes blank. He starts asking Burkey why he might want this "turd". He starts berating me. I play along because it's obviously some macho mind game that's being poorly executed seeing as how he'd already laid out his cards as being a nice guy two seconds previous to this. There's talk of a physically gruelling boot camp. He turns to Freddie-Joe, one of Burkey's best friends who's been hot-shit stunt guy for the past few years. Freddie-Joe looks the guy dead in the face, says, "I want him. He works his ass off. He'll do the job."

The guy glares at me again, asks, "If we put you in front of camera and ask you to do something, will you be able to do it?"

By this time, I can see what's going on. The guy likes to give orders, and I play along. And for once it's an older gentleman that doesn't want to give me the ol' Timbuktu.

Anyway, I just keep nodding my head, and eventually I've passed whatever initiation process they had going. After most of the people walk away, Burkey tells me that I just got in with this guy. I learn shortly after that he and Freddie-Joe are going to Hawaii for eight months to shoot a war epic.

I don't know exactly what this means as far as I'm concerned, but it might mean that I'm going to go to Hawaii for eight months, too. I'll keep you guys posted.

*****

D