Bad Breakfast Ideas
Coffee and horseradich cheese. I don't know what I was thinking.
Anyway.
Yesterdays gig was a very boring corporate vid for Health Partners. Nobody wanted to be there. Maybe two of the three agency geeks, not the sleeping one, the giddy ones. I've been on jobs where I've been able to have fun with my boredom. Any motion control job, you can at least get a pool going as to when the gonkulator will break down, the last I was working with went down at the 90 minute mark and the friggin thing looked like a Dalek. (insert "exterminate" line here. You all know who you are.) But this was painful. At one point in the day I woke up, noted the time, I had been down for 20 minutes, I look across the room and Maria (the P.A.) was curled op in a ball in a chair, next to me Mary (hair and make up) was doing her bobble head impression and agency geek #3 was face down in her note book. A very slow 12 hour day to say the least. Oh well. I can't expect to talk about fishing with Sissy Spacek on every gig.
Tomorrow I'm going up north to Mt. Iron for the Minnesota premiere of North Country. I'm sure I will enjoy the movie, but it will be difficult to not critique the lighting. (Dammit! If I hadn't put half plus green on that 4k instead of quarter for that scene in the ice rink, Woody Harrelson would have been able to skate. I've ruined the fucking movie) If nothing else I can see if my boss's threat to get my name in the credits as Michael "the cute one" Winn came through and its an excuse for a party. (Mmmm movie beer!)
Anyway.
Yesterdays gig was a very boring corporate vid for Health Partners. Nobody wanted to be there. Maybe two of the three agency geeks, not the sleeping one, the giddy ones. I've been on jobs where I've been able to have fun with my boredom. Any motion control job, you can at least get a pool going as to when the gonkulator will break down, the last I was working with went down at the 90 minute mark and the friggin thing looked like a Dalek. (insert "exterminate" line here. You all know who you are.) But this was painful. At one point in the day I woke up, noted the time, I had been down for 20 minutes, I look across the room and Maria (the P.A.) was curled op in a ball in a chair, next to me Mary (hair and make up) was doing her bobble head impression and agency geek #3 was face down in her note book. A very slow 12 hour day to say the least. Oh well. I can't expect to talk about fishing with Sissy Spacek on every gig.
Tomorrow I'm going up north to Mt. Iron for the Minnesota premiere of North Country. I'm sure I will enjoy the movie, but it will be difficult to not critique the lighting. (Dammit! If I hadn't put half plus green on that 4k instead of quarter for that scene in the ice rink, Woody Harrelson would have been able to skate. I've ruined the fucking movie) If nothing else I can see if my boss's threat to get my name in the credits as Michael "the cute one" Winn came through and its an excuse for a party. (Mmmm movie beer!)