Just an UPdate.
It's been a crazy week.
I know it's like it's always crazy. I know I keep myself busy.
Friday afternoon I was going to do this blog. I found myself sitting in my first screening at work, with the executive producer. The big guy, the guy everyone dreads. The yeller. We refer to them as Screamings, not screenings. And here I was sitting in my first one, on an episode I didn't write. in fact I was responsible for exactly 1/10th of a second of content in that episode. like 5 frames. A bird his the camera and I told the editor "it's be funny if the camera shakes and goes to static" so she made it happen.
So here I am sitting in this meeting and waiting for the doom. I had this feeling... I had this thought... he's going to direct something bad at me and my instinct will be to pack up, give the finger and never come back.
Unfortunately, he only had some minor notes and we got out unscathed. I head back to the office and wait and wait till it's 6pm and then I bolt out of the office.
I bolt to meet up with Amy (my guest)
I bolted to the Stickam show. it was in fact a pretty good fucking show. You can see the whole thing here. I'm going to try and chop it up so the songs are easier to get to (separate videos).
Anyway, the show was great, I love when I can actually pull off having an interview guest and musical guest on the same night. BTW I need more guests, so anyone out there reading this, if you're interested let me know.
After the show Amy and I head out to the valley to watch the first cut of the music video we shot a week ago. we drop off some new footage with the editor and sit there watching this thing coming together. I find it ironic I was just on the other side of this. Though thankfully I'm not a yellie kind of producer/director. And honestly the cut looks pretty damn good for the first pass. I'm hoping by Tuesday to see a full version of the cut and to have it completely done and up by next weekend.
I want this thing done. Amy wants this thing done.
I want to turn in my two weeks notice and get the hell out of Dodge.
I want to move on to the next project, the next video, the next amazing thing I can't wait to finish.
It doesn't end there on Friday night with me coming home wanting to reach out a hand to the bullet train of the next stage in my life.
it continues on to me waiting and waiting Saturday evening as this girl I have a unknown mystical connection and I text each other as she's stuck in traffic heading toward me. she keeps apologizing for being late and I say "hey it's a gray sky, in LA that's like the sky is falling."
we txt back and forth and then my phone dies and I think "She's never going to make it"
And then it's 30 minutes later and I'm still aiting, anxious and wanting to grab the bullet train that is her.
The Weakerthans:Antartica:I had a really nice time
Note2Self: I did.
I see her through the other side of the cafe and rush over.
We sit and talk, compare, laugh, drink, eat and it all goes by way to fast.
I forgot about the music thing till that song cam on...
Weezer: Knock down Drag out:I'll meet you on the otherside...
So now I wait.
I wait to see the next cut of the video.
I wait to quit my job.
I wait to see her.
Pegboy : Still Uneasy: I could never sit around
I can't wait for long. I've been taping more videos. I'm pitching to a web media company, I'm making graphics for the video. I'm taking more improv classes. I can't see to slow down at all. going a little crazy from it all, but I need to focus on my things right now more than ever. I feel like a man that's been told he has 3 months to live. Maybe it's just intuition. I'm pretty sure I'll still be here in 3 months but not "here".
Children of Nar: Barbarian: They have no idea, that I'm secretly ... BARBARIAN!
I know it's like it's always crazy. I know I keep myself busy.
Friday afternoon I was going to do this blog. I found myself sitting in my first screening at work, with the executive producer. The big guy, the guy everyone dreads. The yeller. We refer to them as Screamings, not screenings. And here I was sitting in my first one, on an episode I didn't write. in fact I was responsible for exactly 1/10th of a second of content in that episode. like 5 frames. A bird his the camera and I told the editor "it's be funny if the camera shakes and goes to static" so she made it happen.
So here I am sitting in this meeting and waiting for the doom. I had this feeling... I had this thought... he's going to direct something bad at me and my instinct will be to pack up, give the finger and never come back.
Unfortunately, he only had some minor notes and we got out unscathed. I head back to the office and wait and wait till it's 6pm and then I bolt out of the office.
I bolt to meet up with Amy (my guest)
I bolted to the Stickam show. it was in fact a pretty good fucking show. You can see the whole thing here. I'm going to try and chop it up so the songs are easier to get to (separate videos).
Anyway, the show was great, I love when I can actually pull off having an interview guest and musical guest on the same night. BTW I need more guests, so anyone out there reading this, if you're interested let me know.
After the show Amy and I head out to the valley to watch the first cut of the music video we shot a week ago. we drop off some new footage with the editor and sit there watching this thing coming together. I find it ironic I was just on the other side of this. Though thankfully I'm not a yellie kind of producer/director. And honestly the cut looks pretty damn good for the first pass. I'm hoping by Tuesday to see a full version of the cut and to have it completely done and up by next weekend.
I want this thing done. Amy wants this thing done.
I want to turn in my two weeks notice and get the hell out of Dodge.
I want to move on to the next project, the next video, the next amazing thing I can't wait to finish.
It doesn't end there on Friday night with me coming home wanting to reach out a hand to the bullet train of the next stage in my life.
it continues on to me waiting and waiting Saturday evening as this girl I have a unknown mystical connection and I text each other as she's stuck in traffic heading toward me. she keeps apologizing for being late and I say "hey it's a gray sky, in LA that's like the sky is falling."
we txt back and forth and then my phone dies and I think "She's never going to make it"
And then it's 30 minutes later and I'm still aiting, anxious and wanting to grab the bullet train that is her.
The Weakerthans:Antartica:I had a really nice time
Note2Self: I did.
I see her through the other side of the cafe and rush over.
We sit and talk, compare, laugh, drink, eat and it all goes by way to fast.
I forgot about the music thing till that song cam on...
Weezer: Knock down Drag out:I'll meet you on the otherside...
So now I wait.
I wait to see the next cut of the video.
I wait to quit my job.
I wait to see her.
Pegboy : Still Uneasy: I could never sit around
I can't wait for long. I've been taping more videos. I'm pitching to a web media company, I'm making graphics for the video. I'm taking more improv classes. I can't see to slow down at all. going a little crazy from it all, but I need to focus on my things right now more than ever. I feel like a man that's been told he has 3 months to live. Maybe it's just intuition. I'm pretty sure I'll still be here in 3 months but not "here".
Children of Nar: Barbarian: They have no idea, that I'm secretly ... BARBARIAN!