fluffers
so when i finally make that amazing, low-budget feature, i am going to credit all my enemies and frenemies as fluffers. even people who piss me off on set, it will say something like:
1st Assistant Director/Lead Fluffer Ian Stall
i heart this idea.
ahh, production- the messy mess of being on set, how i missed it and how i've re-affirmed why i loathe it and strive to work above the line for ev er. just 1st AD'ed (<---not a real verb) on syd's shoot in the mountains of LA, yes there are mountains too, and i have to say, despite the chaos i enjoyed yelling at people. getting paid to be a bitch is really priceless, and i like to think that my cunty shouting about keeping a clean set helped us NOT get attacked by bears, which was a definite and realistic threat because of our location. i am also proud of not hitting any deer on the way up and down the mountain. either way, i worked with some really amazing, talented people and i am confident what we shot is amazing.
last week was my "vacation," which isn't really a vaction when you cram a 3 day wilderness shoot and impromptu visit to vacaville and sf in it. the most "relaxing" part of my trip was driving to pasadena after a 12 hr. work day and finding an only slightly shady super 8 motel to stay in. i bought myself some jack daniels and treated myself to a long, hot shower and a handful of chocolates i stole from the front desk, and then drunkenly fell asleep while attempting to watch an episode of "mad men." yes, i am living the dream.
when i got back to the dub-v, i ignored the suburban void by playing a LOT of rock band and then hanging out with my super cool niece and nephew. i was also treated to a free(ish) mani/pedi (thanks, angel!!!), and drank jungle juice (oh, college), while discussing the tragic state of the drag queens that tripped about the sf party i didn't plan on going to and ended up being at.
one highlight (sort of) of the trip was hanging out with sf hip-hop artist, Big Rich. he and his manager provided us with a music video for the movie i've been working on (la mission), and i insisted on treating them to drinks. big rich is, well he's fucking big, but he's also really sweet. his entourage was only slightly annoying and i restrained myself from smacking his friend who ordered henessey and fucking red bull. salt of the earth, those boys.
otherwise, things have been ok. my retarded heart is healing just fine, i finally got health insurance and although my financial future is cloudy with a chance or homelessness, i haven't killed anyone or run a red light at a busy intersection with my eyes closed.
but there is always tomorrow.
1st Assistant Director/Lead Fluffer Ian Stall
i heart this idea.
ahh, production- the messy mess of being on set, how i missed it and how i've re-affirmed why i loathe it and strive to work above the line for ev er. just 1st AD'ed (<---not a real verb) on syd's shoot in the mountains of LA, yes there are mountains too, and i have to say, despite the chaos i enjoyed yelling at people. getting paid to be a bitch is really priceless, and i like to think that my cunty shouting about keeping a clean set helped us NOT get attacked by bears, which was a definite and realistic threat because of our location. i am also proud of not hitting any deer on the way up and down the mountain. either way, i worked with some really amazing, talented people and i am confident what we shot is amazing.
last week was my "vacation," which isn't really a vaction when you cram a 3 day wilderness shoot and impromptu visit to vacaville and sf in it. the most "relaxing" part of my trip was driving to pasadena after a 12 hr. work day and finding an only slightly shady super 8 motel to stay in. i bought myself some jack daniels and treated myself to a long, hot shower and a handful of chocolates i stole from the front desk, and then drunkenly fell asleep while attempting to watch an episode of "mad men." yes, i am living the dream.
when i got back to the dub-v, i ignored the suburban void by playing a LOT of rock band and then hanging out with my super cool niece and nephew. i was also treated to a free(ish) mani/pedi (thanks, angel!!!), and drank jungle juice (oh, college), while discussing the tragic state of the drag queens that tripped about the sf party i didn't plan on going to and ended up being at.
one highlight (sort of) of the trip was hanging out with sf hip-hop artist, Big Rich. he and his manager provided us with a music video for the movie i've been working on (la mission), and i insisted on treating them to drinks. big rich is, well he's fucking big, but he's also really sweet. his entourage was only slightly annoying and i restrained myself from smacking his friend who ordered henessey and fucking red bull. salt of the earth, those boys.
otherwise, things have been ok. my retarded heart is healing just fine, i finally got health insurance and although my financial future is cloudy with a chance or homelessness, i haven't killed anyone or run a red light at a busy intersection with my eyes closed.
but there is always tomorrow.