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16 August You know, I've really gotta start writing at night again, as it's always time to go before I start and then I write these little short lame entries. And I wonder why my readership isn't growing!
Looky looky! Go here and search for Buffy! DVDs! Of course, they are for region 4 only, but I'll bet if they are making them for Australia, they'll make them for the US soon, they must!
Yesterday, The Company That Must Not Be Named took AP and the new accountant out for lunch in order to thank us for "all of the hard work we did for end of quarter". Uh-huh. A dish of spaghetti ain't cutting it for all of the crap that we had to put up with, but I didn't turn it down. It kept getting canceled, first the new guy had appendicitis, then it rained (not quite as vital, but we are made of sugar and might melt), but finally we were able to go out and stuff ourselves on the company dime. The new guy and the new accountant were funny, because they had both come from non-profit organizations, so they didn't order dessert and asked if they could have another Coke, things like that. It was extremely cute. The rest of us knew that when the company takes you out, you have the appetizer and you have the dessert and you have as many sodas as you can otherwise you are wasting it!
Okay, I really have to do this movie. It's been three months, and I have been thinking about it, but nothing else, and now time is growing short. The deadline for Sundance is 29 September. I can't shoot this weekend, as I am busy, and I am afraid that I won't be ready for the following weekend, so Labor Day weekend it will have to be. And now I throw out a blanket request for help to my local readership. I need a little boy, dark hair, about six years old or so, to play with a puppy, no lines. I need a puppy (fairly young, but able to run) and an older dog of the same breed (the older dog is only for a photograph), the particular breed is not important, but it must be a doggish dog, not too bitty or fussy or modern. No shar peis or poodles. I need an old-fashioned style pick-up truck from the 40s or 50s. This is for one very short shot, and I know that I'll have to rent it, but I thought I'd throw that out. I need a fake Christmas wreath. I have the fake tree, but I'd really like a wreath on the grille of the truck, and I doubt I'll find a real one in August! I need a pair of fuschia bunny fur earmuffs. I have a pair, but I can't find them, and they just looked so funny with my red coat. I cannot be the only person who owns them! I need a couple of people to help with camera and sound. It won't be hard, I promise, you just have to do exactly as I say, and remember, we're all beginners at this, so it's not like you'd be coming in and we'd treat you like assholes because we know so much. There is no pay involved, but I'd feed you and you would get screen credit and a copy of the finished film. So, if you are available Labor Day weekend, Saturday and Sunday with a hold on Monday, let me know!
Hey, go check out Tess's husband's new journal, it's pretty good!
Still re-collecting tape-trading names! C'mon guys, don't give up on me, please?
On one of my mailing lists, we were talking about classic books that we either hated or never read. I hate Lord of the Rings with every fiber of my being, that and The Tin Drum. And I read every damn word. What noble work of literature do you despise? And we're still talking about seeing things differently as one grows older, weird injuries, dreams that we thought were true upon awakening, weeping at movies, true love, prophetic dreams, thoughtful presents, publicity, irrational fears, swearing, and Australian (and New Zealand) yumminess.
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