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I suppose I have a lot on which to update.
Last I left you I was about to leave for Port Angeles to work as a production assistant for a then unmentionable television show. Well, now that it's over I can divulge tidbits of information. The televistion show was Trading Spouses. I never thought I'd be the kind of guy who would work for a reality television show, but it sure did pay well. I learned a bit about the 'biz as well. Most of what I did was pick up slack for other people, with a lot of down time, but there were some perks to the job. The first couple of days I worked with the art department, and they were pretty cool guys. I worked on the set, using colored tape to cover up wires and such, and also got to greek which I suppose gets its name from the saying "It's Greek to me," meaning that I used more tape and paint pens to make brands and logos indecipherable to television audiences. Sometimes I could be creative. And even though I sort of felt like I sold my soul to work in reality TV, I was somehow vindicated in that my job was to deface brand names and advertisements. It's interesting how much the house had to be altered for the show to be filmed. Artwork had to be removed and replaced, and several lights were installed, and plants put up to hide wires and lights. There was no scripting on Trading Spouses, though I learned that many of the other popular reality tv shows are largely scripted or rehearsed and reshot. There was a story department who were responsible for working with the cast and making things interesting. Carrion-like they hovered in front of the monitors waiting for blood. It was mildly revolting. I made some friends with some of the crew, and got some lighting stuff that the gaffer was going to throw away. Score for Adam's film-making aspirations. On the way out of town Andrea and I stopped at an ice cream place in Port Townsend and got some awesome chocolate bars. Overall it was a quality experience and a good resume builder.
Last weekend I was a camp counselor at Camp Erin, a bereavement camp for children who have suffered the loss of a close relative. It was a pretty intense experience. But I did get a harmonica.
Andrea needs the computer.
More later? Perhaps.
Last I left you I was about to leave for Port Angeles to work as a production assistant for a then unmentionable television show. Well, now that it's over I can divulge tidbits of information. The televistion show was Trading Spouses. I never thought I'd be the kind of guy who would work for a reality television show, but it sure did pay well. I learned a bit about the 'biz as well. Most of what I did was pick up slack for other people, with a lot of down time, but there were some perks to the job. The first couple of days I worked with the art department, and they were pretty cool guys. I worked on the set, using colored tape to cover up wires and such, and also got to greek which I suppose gets its name from the saying "It's Greek to me," meaning that I used more tape and paint pens to make brands and logos indecipherable to television audiences. Sometimes I could be creative. And even though I sort of felt like I sold my soul to work in reality TV, I was somehow vindicated in that my job was to deface brand names and advertisements. It's interesting how much the house had to be altered for the show to be filmed. Artwork had to be removed and replaced, and several lights were installed, and plants put up to hide wires and lights. There was no scripting on Trading Spouses, though I learned that many of the other popular reality tv shows are largely scripted or rehearsed and reshot. There was a story department who were responsible for working with the cast and making things interesting. Carrion-like they hovered in front of the monitors waiting for blood. It was mildly revolting. I made some friends with some of the crew, and got some lighting stuff that the gaffer was going to throw away. Score for Adam's film-making aspirations. On the way out of town Andrea and I stopped at an ice cream place in Port Townsend and got some awesome chocolate bars. Overall it was a quality experience and a good resume builder.
Last weekend I was a camp counselor at Camp Erin, a bereavement camp for children who have suffered the loss of a close relative. It was a pretty intense experience. But I did get a harmonica.
Andrea needs the computer.
More later? Perhaps.