everyone can be a bigshot

I just wanted to transcribe the introductory paragraph(s) from the quarterly letter we send out to our clients here at my day job. Let me remind you of what I do so that you can fully understand the gravity of this letter. We manage individual investment portfolios. In other words, we help rich people get richer through the stock market. There are two owners of our company. One of them writes the quarterly newsletter designed to assuage any fears that our clients might have about fluctuations in the market or economy. He is, at least on the surface, a conservative man in both demeanor and politics. And with that in mind, read on:

“Help me, Rhonda. Hurtling through a blur of traffic like a misguided missile, why, tell me, is it that most taxicabs don't have seatbelts? It makes you feel as vulnerable as a mosquito contesting highway airspace with the grille of a Mack truck. After all, we live in a 'safety belt' society where warnings, precautions and advisories are as ubiquitous as a multitude of moose milling around Manitoba. Examples of today's ever present alerts would be:
WARNING: Flexible Flyer sleds have recorded very poor crash test results in collisions with sidewalk curbs.
WARNING: This space age toy include 5,254 parts, requires self-assembly and a 315-piece professional tool set. Batteries NOT included.
But there is a way to make decisions and live life free of being constantly 'on guard' for fear of making a mistake. Over the entrance to the public library is the inscription that 'knowledge will set you free'. And information is knowledge. Information brings understanding which in turn brings a sense of security or trust. It is that information about [Company Name] that we want to impart to our clients and prospects so that there is a knowledge of what we stand for and what we can be expected to deliver.”

Granted, by the end of that, I SORT OF understand what he's trying to say. But I'll be damned if a client can get past the first paragraph without thinking they are reading the ravings of a lunatic.

you are not in

WEEKEND RECAP

It's been a while since I've done one of these because this is my first weekend after three solid weeks of no days off. Obviously, making movies is fun but I never got a chance to recover from the day job hangover I have every Friday. So this weekend I did! Yay!

Friday
A bunch of us went to our beloved Canterbury to drink way too much and eat greasy food. The place became absolutely packed which is new. I hope it doesn't get overrun with assholes because The Canterbury is my last refuge away from Capitol Hill Indie Zombies. We did bring a lot of film people with us so maybe it only SEEMED crowded because there were so many people with us that I wasn't used to having around. We didn't end up leaving early-ish to sing karaoke which is what I'd wanted to do but I couldn't seem to convince anyone to do it. Instead they kept saying “one more beer”. And that's the story of how I became excruciatingly hungover Saturday morning. Eventually, I got Krk, Faye and Dom to leave to go watch the first rough cut of Snow Day that our editor sent us. It's shaping up very nicely! I am freakishly excited about it! One of our crew is currently mass mailing comic conventions to see if they will show our film for free. That would be better than festivals in most cases because it would be seen by our target demographic (and wouldn't be panned by the snobs that often grace film festivals) and it would be free as well! (Hopefully). There are several film festivals we will sumbit to as well. But I'm mostly excited about the possibilty of Joss Whedon, Rob Zombie or Patton Oswalt seeing our movie. Digression much?

Saturday

After nursing respective massive hangovers, Faye, Sherwood, Dom (who was hangover free, the dry bastard) and I headed to the Bellevue Square Mall so that Faye and I could buy new dresses for the wrap party (horrifically girly, I know…but just because we like to spit blood on people and make dirty jokes doesn't mean we don't like to look pretty). Meanwhile, Sherwood and Dom shopped for shoes. (Which is also horribly girly and I can't make excuses for them). After that we went to see “Alone in the Dark” because after reading the description of it in the Stranger,(scroll down, cracka) how could we not?! It was Craptacular indeed and well worth paying matinee prices (or sneaking in) for a good laugh. Tara Reid just looks SO SMART with a pony tail, a clipboard and glasses!

Sunday
Dom and I were treated to breakfast by the Glidewell family in Redmond. For those of you that don't know, Alesia is my long lost childhood friend from Huntsville, AL. She was also the person with whom I made my first movie entitled “Mississippi Care Bears”. It was an abstract, mostly ad-libbed film which is as funny as it is poignant. Anywho, breakfast was great and the parents (I think) got a kick out of seeing what became of the hyper, A.D.D. riddled little blonde girl (who is now a mostly subdued, larger gothic girl. Notice I said GothIC and not GOTH. There IS a difference).
After that I watched a terrible movie on comedy central (I heart Jason Bateman…especially when he says “anal leakage”) and struggled with whether or not to go to yoga for the first time in a month and a half. Eventually, I decided I HAD to go and am very glad I did. I am pretty sore (which is normal) but I did REALLY well for not having been in that long. I believe it is because I am now about 8 pounds lighter and my center of gravity is different! I am able to balance a lot better because I'm not so top heavy. Hooray! Furthermore, I was very invigorated after class. Yoga. Is. Awesome. And so are normal-sized boobies. And Chewbacca.

excisable

A friend of mine sent me this message:

“You made a movie! I hope there's at least five times a day (like Muslim prayer) when you remind yourself of that and smile at life.”

I am having a particularly craptastic “work” day and when I read that, it really helped. Thanks.

petroleum rena

We finished shooting Snow Day, Bloody Snow Day yesterday. The last shot was a producer cameo by Dom who killed some zombies with a croquet mallet. We were all pretty loopy by then, and everything was hilarious to us. After we wrapped at the location, crew went to Big Time to torment Borgia (who had to work right after we finished shooting…poor guy!) and have a celebratory beer. One beer turned to many, Borgia got off work early and we lamented the fact that we had to return to our regular jobs the next day. Everyone seemed to really enjoy themselves on this shoot. For me, it was a wonderful validation of all the work we did leading up to it. The set was fun and well organized. There were no big problems that we weren't able to find solutions for. We shot an awesome zombie movie for a minuscule amount of money and it's one of the most fun and rewarding things I've ever done in my life. I ache to do more of it. Being back here at my day job is horrible. All I want to do is jump right into post production and get the movie out there. I want everyone to see it. I want the Seattle film scene to stand up and take notice. I want to start working on the feature. I am now POSITIVE that making movies is the only career that will make me happy and I NEED to do anything in my power to make it happen.

Successful transmission

My existence in the film world has been validated. I am on IMDB!!

I can now send in all my updates and get “Terry” up there! (And Snow Day once it premieres somewhere).

only alarm, but even

A word of warning:

On my way to work downtown this morning, I passed no less than 2 motorcycle cops in 3 blocks giving out tickets to jaywalkers. They are on the warpath. Be careful. Especially my friends from New York to whom jaywalking is second nature.

A very superficial post

I just got on the elevator to go downstairs and was accosted by the most horrible whiff of B.O. There was no one on the elevator so whoever is responsible for the offense had just left. But as I held my breath during the trip, I got to thinking. In our building, you will never be on the elevator for more than 2 minutes. That means Mr. or Ms. Stinkypants is positively SOAKING in this stench. How, in a high class office environment like this, can a person live from day to day smelling like that? I would think that co-workers would complain to the boss, or, at the very least, leave an anonymous gift of speed stick for their odorous colleague. Unless this person was a client, in which case…I don't know. Surely SOMEONE must say something to them. If strangers on the street feel comfortable enough to tell me they like my ass, they surely shouldn't be shy about telling someone else that they need a bath.

I'm just sayin'.

Also, incidentally, having returned

I know you guys are just dying to know how this past weekend went (those of you who weren't actually there). Well, let me tell you.

It was certainly more of a challenge than the weekend before. We only had one location, but we had about twice as many shots to cram into the same amount of time. And speaking of cramming, there were about 40 people packed into a relatively small house.

We needed a lot of zombies so our diligent make-up crew got to work in the zombie factory pretty early on. But as usual, they did an astounding job churning out new and grotesque creatures. It's just incredible how good the zombies look! It's hard to believe they're OUR zombies!!

It was our first time working with extended dialog so we had to make sure the sound and blocking were spot on. We ended up re-working a lot of things in order to get everything done. We also made a lovely little mess of the house we were shooting in. Luckily, the owner left town before he saw the place. Dom, Faye and I went in Monday night and cleaned our arses off. It actually looks better than now than when we found it, but I was definitely worried for a while there. About half the mud in his yard had been transported and ground into his floors. And his yard is another story. It was rain soaked and very muddy and unfortunately, we had to be out there for pretty much all of Sunday tramping around and shooting our fight scenes. So by the end of the day it was a swamp. We purchased some grass seed and hopefully that will revitalize the yard eventually. But for now it is a horrific mess. I wonder how much film crews with money pay people to shoot in their houses.

We watched the footage last night. Everything looks pretty good! Especially the shot where Faye spit blood on an actor's face to simulate a spurting neck wound. I know our actor wasn't too keen on getting spit on, but it really did look amazing. It's actually the one blood effect so far that we don't need to punch up in some way. So thankfully, our actor was a good sport about it. Faye decided that from now on, she just needs to spit blood on everybody. All the shots are there, though and SO FAR it seems we will be able to get everything done in the time we scheduled. We will definitely have to do some ADR though (which is a whole new ball of wax). We will also need to do shoot some blood splatter in front of a green screen this weekend in order to bloody the thing up. (It's apparently harder than you would think to get blood to show up on camera…right now our blood level is at about a PG-13. Not NEARLY bloody enough).

One weekend left to go. It's not going to be an easy one either. It's ALL fight and zombies (which makes it sound really exciting!). We're learning as we go along and we're ready to kick ass!

man, the man seated

I have GOT to stop listening to KEXP while at work. I keep hearing fantastic music that I've never heard before and I find myself going to Amazon.com about 20 times a day. Unfortunately, most of these bands aren't found at the library, so my amazon.com wish list is getting to be pretty long. And every once in a while, I will find a cheap used CD on amazon and just buy it. But cheap stops being so when you buy a LOT of records at once. This didn't happen when I listened to KJR because you can always find Foreigner's Greatest Hits at the library. Curses. Looks like it might be time for me to have another Buddhist Lent. Or else, I could just DEVELOP self control…nah!

bad wife ambrosia

There's a big protest against Bush's inauguration in Westlake Center this afternoon. I really wish I could go but I'll be en route to the doctor at that time. I wonder if anyone in my office thinks that my doctor's appointment was just an ruse to go to the protest.

So much for “Not One Damn Dime Day”. I bought a sandwich because I didn't have any food from home to bring for lunch. I suppose if I was a good liberal I would have just gone hungry. I'm still wearing black though.

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