of the sun, darting

WEEKEND RECAP

Saturday
WOW! What a weekend! We began filming Saturday morning at 6am. It was extremely difficult to get up that early but we had a looooong day ahead of us and so we had to get moving. We arrived at the UW science lab and set up right in front of this salmon pink wall covered in weird switches and dials. Elyse lent us some beakers and test tubes as well.
We shot our stuff there and then transferred to the ATO fraternity for the next scene. For the day, we changed the name to Psi Omega Omega. (It's a visual joke). Our makeup crew got to zombifying our actors. Apparently, the frat boys had been partying all night and only went to bed when we got there, so we didn't really see any of them, apart from this one guy who kept coming downstairs for a healthy three course breakfast of chicken fingers, cheetos and something unidentifiable. This was our first experience with the fake snow and we were shocked as to how real it looked. We shouldn't have been though, because the box boasts that it is actually “preferred over real snow”. We followed the instructions of “fluffing before use” and set to snowing the frat house lawn. We also positioned some people in a second story window for falling snow which looked fantastic. We finished our outdoor shots shortly after the freezing rain began to fall. The freezing rain actually worked to our advantage because we had one more shot facing out the door and it covered the median in the street that we could not. Thank you, Jesus.
After we finished up at the frat, we moved to the incredible Bellevue High School A/V building which has a better TV studio than the Art Institute did when I went there. We used that for our news cast. At that point, we were about an hour and a half behind schedule and we had passed the 12 hour mark so people were a little ornery, but we stil got all the shots, and the actors were spot on with their performance.
We later retired to the Canterbury for a wrap dinner and regrouping. I must say that was one of the best pints I have ever tasted.

Sunday
We got to sleep in for a full hour and arrived at the abandoned Safeway in Ballard for the outdoor mayhem scene. We had a minor delay when we discovered Roxy had been given the wrong keys for the space, but we managed to get in anyway. ;)
The space itself was full of wonders to behold. Apparently, they had held the Middle Earth Ball there, so there were remnants of Middle Earth left behind including part of Fangorn Forest, a hobbit hole, and a scary mural of a ring wraith. The bathrooms were located in a dark section of the back that we dubbed “Moria”, thus inventing new bathroom code. “I had to go to Moria”. Dom also found a mysterious tape recorder with a tape in it. He pressed the play button expecting to hear music from the LOTR movies, but instead found the sounds of lesbian porn. Was it recorded live? Taped from a video? Faked live? We don't know. All we know is that it was hilarious. And it now belongs to us thanks to our A.D who snuck it into Dom's car when he wasn't looking.
We got to shooting and everything went really well, apart from one shot which faced a parking lot. We had to contend with all manner of pedestrians staring straight into the camera in the middle of a shot. After 11 takes, we got a perfect one which was bogey free causing most of the crew to cheer loudly once we called cut.
At lunch time, we had some surprise guests in the form of a bunch of bird fanatics. Apparently, the space, which will be demolished in two weeks time, is also a bird park. Several people brought in their parrots and cockatiels to fly around the space willy nilly and make the loudest, most horrific bird shrieks I have ever head. A few times, a bird landed on the heads of one of our crew. It was a damned good thing we weren't shooting interiors that day.
We finished up ahead of schedule and very optimistic. We watched the dailies later and discovered an audio problem that has since been corrected. We will have to do some ADR but luckily we discovered this before we shot our dialog heavy scenes.

Monday
Despite torrential rain that worsened throughout the day, we managed to get all our shots off (most exterior), whilst STILL having falling “snow” and paper props. The zombies looked FANTASTIC and we had our first blood effect which also looked really cool! All in all, it was a very successful weekend and I can't wait till next weekend. Our crew is incredible and everyone seems to be having a good time.

Pictures from this weekend can be seen here. I will put up some others later! Hope this entry is at least half exciting for the uninitiated reader as it is for me!

the big unit

This weekend is our first weekend of shooting. I am nervous and excited. Nerxited. We will be flying blind with the “snow” effects (unless it actually DOES snow…in which case we might have continuity issues next weekend when it DOESN'T snow).
The makeup, however, looks AWESOME! Our makeup shits sundaes all over the Dawn of the Dead remake. And no one will be doing any running.
But anywho, tomorrow morning, shooting we will be. At ass-early o'clock.
Filmmaking is fun, though. Really, it is.

PS: I get to leave work early today because EVERYONE is in Vegas! I'm seriously.

hail

I just heard there's a new Oasis album out on May 16th! Noel says it's going to be the best one yet. Of course, he says that about ALL his albums. (Even “Be Here Now”…which he later admitted was coked-up crap), but you never know…I like “Standing on the Shoulder Of Giants” and “Heathen Chemistry” a lot. It's hard to top “Definitely Maybe” which is an album that changed my life. But whatever happens (which is potentially a lot, since Noel's letting everyone in the band write songs. Even Liam who I'm is a bit “special” in the head), a new Oasis album means new Oasis b-sides and even the b-sides on “Be Here Now” were good. It also means seeing the lads on the cover of magazines again which is always a joy. Interviews with Oasis are hands down the funniest interviews you will ever read.
Furthermore, bad Oasis albums still blow most of the popular bands of today out the water.
Take that, Hoobastank!
I will be in London right before the album is released. I think I will try to get up to Manchester to see where it all began.

want to feel better about yourself?

Britney Speares posted this letter to members of her fanclub. (And no, I don't belong to her fan club. I got it from here.) There's really nothing I can say. It makes fun of itself.

Dear Fans,

A new year is starting and I have so many resolutions. If only I could convince myself to stick to them!

My Christmas was wonderful and I had such a great break. I think I should rephrase myself from my previous letters when I was talking about taking a “break”. What I meant was I am taking a break from being told what to do. True Masters say it’s cool when you look at someone and don’t know whether they are at work or play since it’s all the same to them. The things I’ve been doing for work lately have been so much fun, because it’s not like work to me anymore. I’ve been even more “hands on” in my management and the business side of things and I feel more in control than ever.

I just shot a cute video for “Do Something” that I co-directed. After doing about 20 videos, it gets kind of boring playing the same role, so I chose to work with a young, hungry, director Bille Woodruff. He had no ego whatsoever and the whole process was just so much fun. Oh, his dog was just adorable too.

As much fun as I had, I have to say I was a little disappointed that I still had to convince my record label that making this video was the right thing to do at this time. But, in the end, I think everything came out great. We shot the entire video in a record breaking 5 hours. I even came up with all the choreography and styled the entire shoot myself using Juicy Couture clothing.

Co-directing this video was like an experimental project for me. I feel like being behind the camera is sometimes more satisfying than being in front of it. Working on this video was my first taste into behind the scenes work which I am excited about doing more of in the near future. When a woman directs, I think it just alters the entire feel of the movie, production or play in such a positive way. Speaking of, I’ve been working on writing and hopefully eventually directing a musical which makes fun of the whole Hollywood scene, which is appropriately titled “Hollywood”.

On a different note, I have a new dog named Lucky and I just bought her a new dresser for her room. Yes, she has a room, which she shares with Bit Bit. For Christmas, they got a baby chandelier to go in it. It’s the cutest thing in the world!

I have to go now because my other dog, Lacy, has been sick for a little while and I need to go give her medicine.

Happy New Year!
Love,
Brit

PS Please remember to watch Jamie Lynn’s new show, Zoey 101, which debuts on Nickelodeon this month!

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You'll never guess who donated to the movie!!!

PATTON OSWALT!!!

How totally awesome is that? I sent him a letter because he always talks about zombies and comics on his blog. I didn't think anything would come of it. But he actually donated as much as Faye's mom. We are definitely going to have to thank him in a special way.

PATTON, we salute you!!

And for those of you who don't know, Patton is a brilliant comedian. I HIGHLY recommend purchasing his album “222” and/or reading his blog. You can do both here.

out from the foot

Long time, no write. Why? Because I was too busy doing nothing. Well, that's not entirely true. My week off was pretty packed for an invalid.
Saturday (Christmas) I ventured out to Dom's sister's house for festivities. I was still pretty whipped at that point and spent most of the day in her guest bed with a migraine. After sleeping for approximately 20 hours, I woke up Sunday feeling fairly refreshed and Vicodin free. That night, I was visited by the lovely Keely girls and their spouses.
Monday and Tuesday night we had meetings for the movie.
Wednesday was my party day. I went out to the Comet that evening with Jacob, Andrew, Sherwood and my old friends from Tacoma, DJ and Robert. We sang karaoke and I drank what is probably more cider than a person recovering from surgery should. I sang “Say It Ain't So” by Weezer for the first time and it got a pretty good response. I also did my old standard “November Rain”. Andrew sang an AWESOME version of “Double Vision” by Foreigner. We took LOADS of fun pictures which can be seen here. It was really good to see DJ (who goes by Danny now, but I can't bring myself to call him that) and Robert!
After things started to get weird at the Comet, (annoying girls and boys singing dumb songs…5 people singing a solo song at a time) Jacob, DJ and I took a drive in Robert's Grandpamobile. After a brief stint at Dick's, we drove through Volunteer Park and were amazed by the incredible view of the space needle which was almost COMPLETELY obscured by a thick fog. It very much resembled a spaceship taking off (or at least what I imagine one would look like). Very cool. So Robert parked and DJ and I got out to get a closer look. We walked down toward the fenced-in reservoir and were only there a matter of minutes before we heard this young, funny voice shout “Hey you kids, what are you doing down there!” We turned to see a bright flashlight shining at us. I laughed because I thought it was a joke. But DJ said “I think he's serious”. That's when I realised that a young rookie cop on park patrol had found us. “Come up here and take your hands out of your pockets” he demanded. “What were you doing down there?” I said we were just looking at the view, which is true. Did he NOT see the view? It was amazing. “Do you see the flashing lights?” I didn't. “Do you have any ID?” he asked. I told him it was in the car. Then a bull-dyke cop, also very young, shouted at us “Do you realise that you are trespassing? You could go to jail for this”. I apologized and said that we didn't know. I asked if they needed to see my ID. The woman responded “No, we just need you to leave”. So we did.
When we got in the car, Jacob told me their side of the story. They had just seen a group of kids bolt, when the cops pulled up and surrounded Robert's car. Jacob began to look for his seatbelt. One of the cops shouted “Guy in the back, stop reaching”. (HA!) Then they looked at Jacob's ID and asked if anyone else in the car was from California. (?) All we wanted to do was look at the view! It totally slipped our minds that the park is off limits and that a delinquent location like Volunteer would be teeming with rookie cops. This was my first brush with the police (besides running away from busted parties in college) and I declare it to be…HILARIOUS.
Friday we had our makeup test and snow test. The makeup test went well. The snow test didn't. Our “snow” looked like Styrofoam. (Which I suppose isn't surprising since it IS styrofoam). We are getting “smaller” snow so hopefully that will look better.
We also partied like it was 2005 at the Brunswick’s New Years Eve party. It was so much fun, it almost made me forget that I spent Friday afternoon in the emergency room with a UTI. I would have gone to the clinic but they were all closed on account of it being New Years Eve. And, of course, my insurance is making me pay my ass' weight in gold for it. I won't go into how much my insurance (Healthnet) sucks. Let's just say that they make me pay for everything and cover very little. Meanwhile, if I were a man on this plan and I wanted Rogaine, I would only have to pay my $15 copay.
Saturday and Sunday were mellow, as I rested up to come back to the big pile of work waiting for me here at the office.
And that brings us up to date. This week will be very busy both with work and the movie. We are shooting in less than two weeks!!! And now, back to the grindstone!

fallen-from-the-sky checkered one where

Hello my Cats and Kittens.
I am writing to you from my post-surgical bed where I am currently on the mend. I am also in a Vicodin induced haze so you’ll forgive my grammatical and spelling errors and/or type-os. I just wanted to write a quick hello and surgical re-cap. It seems to have gone well. I am feeling ok too. Best surgery ever, so far. Unlike the last time I received general anesthesia, I am moderately functional, cognizant and devoid of fainting spells. I am not speaking gibberish, vomiting sporadically or hallucinating. All of these things are improvements upon previous brushes with anesthesia. It’s tough to say how my bosom is fairing, as it is hiding under miles of gauze. But they do appear smaller. (They are also bound rather tight, though…think Gwyneth Paltrow in Shakespeare in Love…only with breasts underneath them). My plans for the day are to eat more crackers, drink more Romulan Ale flavored Gatorade, sleep, and maybe watch some movies whilst blazed out of my mind on painkillers. Do you folks need to know any of this? Do you care? I don’t know. But I’ll tell you what. Typing is fun in this state of mind. I feel like the drugs haven’t hindered my typing speed at all. Then again, I also think I can fly. So what does that tell you?
I’m off to the land of sugar plums and dancing platypi Later, my lovelies.

Love,
Hazy McHazerston

work smart not hard w/automated home bus. babel

WEEKEND RECAP

Friday I rode down to Portland with the office crew for the annual X-mas party (which I missed last year to see Return of the King with the gang). I didn’t think it would be TOO bad. I was just annoyed that I was going to get back to Seattle so late. See, everyone else decided to stay down in the PTLD for the weekend, so I booked a train to get back.
We got to the restaurant and I was IMMEDIATELY handed a glass of champagne so I thought things might be ok. We received our bonus checks (mine was a nice little chunk, but sadly, it’s already spent because the hotel in London charged my credit card IN ADVANCE for our stay. Stupid online budget hotel bookers!). We also each got these letterman’s jackets with our names and the company logo on them. They were obviously EXTREMELY expensive. However, I (nor anyone else in the office, I don’t think) would NEVER wear them. For one thing, the cut is just all wrong. They are also made of HEAVY wool and leather and mine is GIGANTIC on me. I was somewhat offended because the Lil D. (who is of small build) got an extra small jacket and I got a normal one (which was too big for me). Now, I know I don’t weigh 80 pounds like booty-less Lil D. But I am not the heffer that they apparently took me for. So even though I don’t intend on wearing the jacket, I was still offended.
Anywho, we got our lunches (which everyone around me agreed were pretty bland for an upscale establishment). The waitress was very nice, however, and made sure my champagne glass was full at all times.
We did our White Elephant exchange. It seems like these days, most offices try to make the gifts nice anyway. But not our office. Most of the gifts were pretty bad. (i.e. an empty Starbuck’s card, a HIDEOUS and somewhat disturbing Halloween ornament which involved a bare-bottomed witch, and the “Charles Schwab’s Guide to Getting out of Debt”). I picked the witch ornament first but them swapped for a ceramic elephant mug.
Around 3:00, people were pretty drunk and talking of hitting the strip club. I was taken to the train station to make my 4:00 departure. Upon arrival, I discovered that my train was hideously delayed. So much so that they recommended I be put on the 6:15 train, rather than wait for my train to arrive. Needless to say, I was pretty annoyed. I was lugging around this stupid, heavy Letterman jacket, a ceramic elephant mug and a beer I stole from the party, all of which were quite heavy. I wandered a few blocks and found a coffee shop. I drank some caffeine and tried to sober up. While I waited, I read the Portland free weekly (who’s name escapes me) which is EERILY (and not unintentionally, I’m sure) similar to the layout of The Stranger. Turns out Stephen Humphrey, the I heart Television guy, is the editor their. They also feature movie reviews by Sean Nelson and Bradley Steinbacher. They have a “last days” type column and an I Anonymous, as well as Strange Love and…a recommendations page!! I wonder how much Portland likes being the smaller, less pretentious twin brother to Seattle.
Back at the train station, my train departed at 6:30. By this time, my drunkenness was gone and I was just tired and cranky. I was crankier still when I found out the movie on the train was The Princess Diaries 2. I watched it anyway, of course, and made faces or horror to no one as the dialog became more and more ridiculous. The things that John Rhyse Davies had to do and say were truly horrifying. But, like a gruesome train wreck, I could not tear my eyes away from the carnage. When it was over, there were still TWO HOURS left of my journey. I spent them listening to Patton Oswalt’s two hour, inebriated rant on CD, which only made me more irritable because, hilarious though he is, I was tired and vulnerable and therefore got swept up into his drunken rage. By the time my train arrived in Seattle, I was ready to fight anybody that looked at me crossways.
Now, I know that travel by train is romantic. This is true in Europe where the trains run on time (and frequently) and the scenery is lovely. But I now OFFICIALLY HATE Amtrack. As far as I’m concerned, trains are just another of countless things that the Americans stole from Europe and ruined.

Saturday
Since my Friday rant is long and bitter, I will try and run though the rest of the weekend quickly. Saturday morning, we had a makeup meeting. I think it went well. Our guys seem to know what they’re doing and are as excited about decapitations as we are. Unfortunately, poor Faye, who is usually just as bloodthirsty as the best of them, was having trouble this day. She has been deathly ill and was still ailing pretty badly on Saturday. You know a girl is sick when she can’t even enjoy pictures of people with horrific face wounds!
Saturday night, Dom and I met Ryan at the Nite Lite. We rocked the juke box, ate disgustingly greasy food, and saturated our hair and clothing with cigarette smoke. It was a terrific time! The only downside was that Gene was meant to meet us and, by the cruelty of fate, it didn’t happen. You see, when you enter the Nite Lite, you can go right, into the frat boy and loud music den, or left into the quiet bar fly and pool table room. We choose to go left. Gene went right, didn’t see us, and then TRIED to go left. A very surly bouncer told him “There’s nothing over there” and Gene left. I don’t know what his problem was, but I hope the frat boys give that bouncer and EXTRA hard time next Saturday.

Sunday
Yoga (last one till after surgery), housecleaning, and then off to the Smithinghams Holiday Party. There was food, drink and delightful company. We walked through the Griswaldian Spectacle that is Candy Cane Lane, pet a sleepy puppy, and tended to the wounds of a drunk girl who’s head met a tree it didn’t like. In short, a wild success!

was something unprecedented, unnatural

Last night I felt pretty awful (probably from eating too much cookie dough as I did some holiday baking), but I forced myself to go to yoga anyway, as I don't know how long I will be out of commission after surgery. I am really glad I did. I've never been a competitive person as far as sports are concerned. Probably because I was never GOOD at any sports. (Or any physical activity, really. Having gimpy knees will do that to you). But I have to say that I LOVE it when these skinny girls in skimpy little bikinis show up to yoga for the first time and just DIE. Yesterday there were two such girls in class. They were struggling through the standing positions and they had to lie down for most of the second half. Our teacher came over to make sure they were ok. Meanwhile, even though I was pretty nauseous, my balance was in top form and they were actually looking at me to see how to do the positions. It didn't hurt that the teacher gave me several compliments on my form. I was eating it up with a spoon. Take that, skinny girls who were probably picked first in gym class! I felt so tough! So I'm telling you, Bikram Yoga is THE “sport” for gimps.

And now, as promised, I have a link to the second batch of pictures from the fundraiser. Click for the kind of excessiveness that only a drunk photographer can produce. I apologize for the fact that most of the pictures are of me. Jacob was pretty hammered and was taking pictures of whatever was in front of him. That happened to be me and Andrew's friend Chris. I've even edited out a good number of them. So when you're getting sick of my drunk face, remember…it could have been worse.

Countdown to Operation Deflation: 11 days.

that the cat's Browning

Gonna go BACK IN TYME!!

Since I have time to blog now when nothing is happening, I am going to talk about last week when stuff was happening but I didn't have time to blog. So there. Now…let's see how much of last week I remember.

So I spent most of last week hurriedly dressing up the Old Red Hook Brewery for the fundraiser with the very capable and wonderful crew of Snow Day. Meep led us all with her amazing x-mas decorating skills and hundreds of lights purchased from Target. In the end, I think we made that stink-hole look pretty kick-ass!

Friday I left work early to first go to my “pre-op” appointment and then to do last minute prep at brewery. I went in to my appointment a little nervous and left feeling a lot better about the surgery. Not that I was having doubts about it. Just that surgery is always stressful, even if you know it will help you. (And I consider myself somewhat of a surgery veteran, whatwith the two knee surgeries and that hardcore oral surgery it took to get my wisdom teeth out). They assured me that they wouldn't overdo the anesthesia which is comforting because last time I got General Anesthesia, I took to it VERY badly. They also told me that what I'm having done (liposuction instead of the choppy chop type) is a lot easier to recover from and won't hurt as bad. The downside to that is that I only get 30 Vicodin. So I guess we won't be having those Vicodin parties. But who am I to complain about less pain? The one thing they told me that was somewhat disappointing was that I wouldn't notice results right away. In fact, I will probably be BIGGER for as long as a MONTH due to the swelling. So I guess I have to postpone that major bra shopping trip. I can't wait to see what kind of a freak of nature I will look like with EVEN BIGGER breasts. Probably something like this:
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I do have stories from the fundraiser itself but I'm hoping I'll be able to let the pictures do the talking. I should get the rest of them sometime this weekend.

“LOST” SPOILER ALERT:
They ALMOST got me last night. It was the last episode before sweeps so I knew there had to be a big cliff hanger. I remember reading that (for some reason) Charlie, Jack and Kate were all safe from being killed off this season, but that ONE main character WOULD die before season's end. So when I watched Jack beat the crap out of Charlie's lifeless body for what must have been 5 minutes (which converts to at least half an hour in TV land time), I thought Charlie was gone and I began to wonder if I would even watch the show anymore after that. I would still have Sayid (Rowr!) but Dominic Monaghan was the whole reason I started watching to begin with. Furthermore, I can't take much more trauma of people killing off my favorite characters. (I'm looking at you, Joss!) And then Jack REALLY starting hitting Charlie and he woke up in a gasping coughing fit. So now poor Charlie is TOTALLY traumatized because his new girlfriend has been kidnapped, his chest is extremely bruised and he probably has some brain damage from being dead that long. (Which is why he can only speak in short sentences). :)
I can't wait till after sweeps!!!

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