The Reel Deal and Other Bad Jokes
Saturday, July 09, 2005
"And the first thing that flashed into my golova was that I'd like to have her right down there on the floor with the old in-out, real savage."
Last post quoted Buffalo Soldiers. No. Not the one about the black regiment. This is the one about the meth cook and the sergeant's daughter. It's a love story.
So, I worked this job the other week. I kinda got fucked because I was working a flat per day rate. We worked so much overtime that they cancelled a day. I lost my money for that day and I didn't get paid for the extra time (more than a day's worth). Oh well...I'm gonna get another job. This one will be a better rate and I'll get a goddamn overtime deal. That's the basics on that aspect of the thing. It's no use to go into the details. I learned my lesson. Fuck!
But that's old news.
Now for the new news. Like anyone gives a shit since I haven't posted in so long, but documenting it somewhere gets it out of my system.
I helped out on the school shoot, even though I've graduated. Grip/Electric needed some help so I was there. Even though it was my birthday. I didn't work so well on my birthday, probably because there were a bunch of people there and I felt kind off useless. But the next day a bunch of people didn't show up so I got something done then. For the first four hours it rained. And I don't mean It drizzled, or dripped, or perhaps misted; it was a fucking downpour, the veritable tears of God, a sluice of epic proportions; indeed, it was really pissin' down.
You think I exaggerate; perhaps I do. I distinctly recall, however, not being able to distinguish one raindrop from another, much like putting one's head under the bath faucet as opposed to the shower head. I had a trashbag on, rather poor protection even though it came down past my knees. Ironic, then, that I received a fine waxed Oxford raincoat with snaps and flaps on as a gift when I returned home. I look forward to using it the next time it rains.
I also got a digeridoo. I've been figuring out how to play it and it's depressingly simple. The circular breathing is still a mystery to me though. Dad also gifted me with a nice big TV so I don't have to come over and watch movies at the house all the time.
Got some work coming up. Looking forward to it.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Get'cher Movie Zen!
While it's hot!
Thursday, June 09, 2005
"Love makes the world go round...love of gold."
A new post will be up soon detailing how I got fucked out of some money on this job and all the wacky stuff that happened as well.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
"They know that war is hell; but peace, peace is fucking boring."
Last post quoted Team America: World Police. "AMERICA! Fuck yeah!" Seriously, you need to see that shit. It's hilarious what they do with puppets, and also how they mock, let's see, the cliches to be found in most every action blockbuster, politics, various actors, and a whole lot of other shit. You'll watch it and go, "I can't believe they went there!" Oh yes. They did. And they went THERE too. And...THERE.
Worked a day on that Wilmington thing. Grip department was rollin' heavy and rockin' out, as usual. All of the manual labor--the lifting, the carrying, the rigging, the loading, the unloading, that's all grips. Four of us. Kickin' it grip style.
I should probably be shot for using language like that.
Under the heading of "Really Good News For My Bank Account," I just got a PA gig working a 7-day commercial. The guy asked what my rate was, I said $150 a day. He called back later and said the producer would do $200 a day, flat rate. But no more! "Uh...yeah, I think I can live with that."
No I don't know what it's for. I think it may be some kind of big deal though. They're flying people in from out of town. Oh no, oh no, oh no, OH YEAH!
So, yeah, Jack...thanks for the good luck wishes I guess they paid off.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
"Really? Have you ever seen a man eat his own head? "
Last post quoted Star Wars. The third one. Kind of a gimme.
The library is, unfortunately, an uncomfortable place. Especially when you're sitting by someone who seems a bit too involved in their music. Is it really neccessary to rock backward and forward a whole three feet? What the fuck?
There's a product. You can buy it. It's a rubber duck.
Gives a whole new meaning to bathtime fun, doesn't it? Makes you wonder about Bert and Ernie, doesn't it? "Rubber ducky, you're the one...you make bathtime, lots of fun!"
Just a thought.
I might have a job tomorrow...but maybe not. I dunno. Something on a golf course doing whatever--y'know, being a PA basically. (Production Assistant). First day of a shoot in Wilmington starts Saturday. It's deferred pay. That means they can pay you whenever the fuck they feel like it, if the movie takes off or some damn thing. I wonder if I'll get paid...it's possible. Highly unlikely. But maybe I'll get on some paid work FROM this--that would be good. Yeah, this means shit-all to you guys I guess. Gotta go anyway, PC time up soon. It's the library.
This was interesting.
Again, this is something I found at Boing Boing (credit where credit's due and all that). It's filmcritic.com's "All-Time Top 100 Voices in the Movies." Since it's an opinion piece I was wondering if anyone disagrees with a choice or feels that an actor was overlooked.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
"Give in to your hatred!"
Last post quoted "The Final Cut," an excellent science fiction film. I liked it especially because the main character was an editor. How cool is that?
I'm posting hurredly from the library with my last ten minutes of PC time. This keyboard sucks. There was a fight in here last night. The cops were called. The true cause of the fight was unknowable but the purported causes were unbelieveably stupid, on both sides. Somebdoy looked at somebody else the wrong way. I was checking out some books, and they're over there shoving each other. A big, loud black lady and a couple of her kids gettin' into it with this slow mustached redneck. "He was lookin' at me that way because of my mustache!" I saw him walk in here again earlier today, too.
Fight in the library, man. What the fuck?
Monday, May 09, 2005
Once more into the Boing.
Boing Boing: Infoporn book gives all the numbers on Hollywood business
If you haven't seen it, check it out.