The next Clerks?
I know that I'm way behind on posting here. I know that I owe kitchen pictures. And I need to talk about other stuff too. I've been crazy busy.
But I have something really weird to share in the meantime --
I came home from work tonight and drive up the street to our house and find a big group of people standing around with cameras and lights. And I think to myself "oh shit, something crazy has happened to our house, like a plane crashing into it or a fire from a gas natural gas leak, and there's a news crew here reporting about it." But the people parted and I pulled up in front of the house, and it appeared to be fine.
I get out of the car and one of the guys comes up and tells me that he is friends with the neighbors a few houses down and they are using our street to shoot scenes for an independent film. Um OK. As long as my house is alright, and I have a safe place to park, I guess I don't care what you are doing. He said that there will be fighting and yelling in a later scene and not to worry or call the cops if I hear yelling and fighting.
Very weird but kind of cool...nothing interesting ever happens on our street, unless it involves the trashy neighbors and I wouldn't call that interesting...I'd call it annoying.
But anyway...I forgot to get the mail when I came into the house (I'm expecting a package with new yarn) and now I'm afraid to go out to get it for fear of messing up their shooting....they are seriously RIGHT in front of our house. I guess I can wait until Brian gets home (and disturbs them to get into the driveway) to check the mail.
But I have something really weird to share in the meantime --
I came home from work tonight and drive up the street to our house and find a big group of people standing around with cameras and lights. And I think to myself "oh shit, something crazy has happened to our house, like a plane crashing into it or a fire from a gas natural gas leak, and there's a news crew here reporting about it." But the people parted and I pulled up in front of the house, and it appeared to be fine.
I get out of the car and one of the guys comes up and tells me that he is friends with the neighbors a few houses down and they are using our street to shoot scenes for an independent film. Um OK. As long as my house is alright, and I have a safe place to park, I guess I don't care what you are doing. He said that there will be fighting and yelling in a later scene and not to worry or call the cops if I hear yelling and fighting.
Very weird but kind of cool...nothing interesting ever happens on our street, unless it involves the trashy neighbors and I wouldn't call that interesting...I'd call it annoying.
But anyway...I forgot to get the mail when I came into the house (I'm expecting a package with new yarn) and now I'm afraid to go out to get it for fear of messing up their shooting....they are seriously RIGHT in front of our house. I guess I can wait until Brian gets home (and disturbs them to get into the driveway) to check the mail.