Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Movie Magic - or how I learned to hate The Industry

I think working four features in a row has been detrimental to my own enjoyment of movies, even recorded programs in general (not reality TV, though - never enjoyed that - okay, except Project Runway or America's Next Top Model, but I think of them more as game shows than "reality" TV, because there IS no reality on those shows, every situation is prefabricated and constructed to elicit good TV - or at least TV that people will tune into like a redneck eyeing fresh roadkill on the side of the highway - by which I mean, Dad, is that you?).

Okay, Rant of Ages cleft for me...

Back to the subject at hand - I have difficulty watching the television now without thinking:

"Boy, I wonder how many takes that was?"

"Hell, how many set-ups did they have on that shot?"

"He clearly was turning left in the wide shot, but now he's turning right in the medium."

"I wonder if their lunch was always lukewarm?"

"Ewwww, lot of exteriors in the rain on that one.  Yikes."

Basically, unless you are such a Sci-Fi extravaganza that I don't have time to think of the crew torture factor, you have now been rendered unenjoyable by my punishing existence as a crew member.

Oh, it is Movie Magic, isn't it?

Tuesday, March 28, 2006


I have discovered the power of the blogging widget!  Perhaps this means I will post more often.  Or could it be the construction that is going on across the street that is shaking my turn of the century building so consistently that it now bears a close resemblance to a giant vibrating dildo.  We may never know.

Friday, March 03, 2006

The Flame Wars of 3/3/06

Well, well, well. I've inadvertently started an email flame war among my friends by inviting them to celebrate my birthday. How, you ask? By including all of their emails in the [To:] line instead of the [BCC:] line. Why would you foolishly do that, you ask?

In the hopes that my glorious friends, upon seeing that I had missed a friend, would kindly inform the missed friend of the festivities.

For instance, Jay lives with Matt and knows Paul. I don't have Matt or Paul's emails anymore, but since I stated in the invite, "Please forward this to anyone I might have missed," I am counting on Jay to notice that Matt and Paul are not on the list and to let them know. Similarly Patrick is roommates with Jesse, who's email I've also misplaced, and I don't have time to dig through call sheets to find his number, CAUSE IT'S MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY.

So all I have to say about the whiny motherfuckers who can't be bothered with a few extra emails from my other friends, or are too "busy" to be interested in the etymology of "fie" and the status of my god-daughter, or finally, have lost their ability to blithely use their delete button: if you think this is bad, just wait until I submit your address to a spambot.

Just kidding. But, seriously, I'm starting to regret even trying to have a party. Why do some people just HAVE to bring it down?

Don't hate the player...hate the birthday girl.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

It's Birthday EVE!!!

And I've got nothing to say. However, some of you (Amanda for one) may find this funny.