Who wished Interesting Times upon me?
Who wished Interesting Times upon me?
Ever had one of those days where you've had to deal with 65 mph winds; watch your director--the one who's nicknamed Ned Flanders (rightly so)--scream at your sound mixer, calling him a "liar on top of an asshole" in front of the whole crew; get enveloped in flame during a fireball-y incident involving me, a blowtorch and waaay too much propane (I'm fine, but I still smell burnt hair...because the fire also scorched my nose hair); and return to the safety of home to discover that your sister is getting married?
Yeah. Me, too.
Watching:
Reading:
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(Two more days in the shoot. Can't wait until it gets exciting.)
posted by Drew @ 11:00 PM
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5 Comments:
Where are you originally from?
Anonymous--
I'm originally from a little town called Alton, IL, which is right on the Mississippi River and about forty minutes northeast of St. Louis, MO. I'm still fond of it, and it's the reason I'm a Cards fan.
tracy j--
It's good to be ok, man. There was a second after it happened where I just stood there and thought, Am I still on fire? I'd really like not to be on fire right now.
I can tell you that today was accident free, although when I helped move a wagon coach I was virtually certain I'd end up beneath one of the wheels. Lucked out on that one.
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Mpizelaki--
You bet yer boots it is!
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can you get workman's comp for that?
Well, setting yourself on fire is a good way to start. I don't know if you want to take it that far, though.
Or you could just work a day in the film industry. It just takes one. It's at once dull and mind-bogglingly absurd. Just you see.
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