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Monday, March 02, 2009
At The Theater
I'm also going to try and see more plays and stage productions this year, whether on or off Broadway.
My first trip to the theater this year was this past Sunday night to see Will Ferrell's show "You're Welcome America: A Final Night With George W. Bush". It was an experience, and quite funny.
This section will probably not get updated as frequently as the movies...
My first trip to the theater this year was this past Sunday night to see Will Ferrell's show "You're Welcome America: A Final Night With George W. Bush". It was an experience, and quite funny.
This section will probably not get updated as frequently as the movies...
Monday, January 05, 2009
New Year, New Things
2009. Almost a decade into the new millennium. I've been mostly disappointed with the decade thus far, but we won't go into detail about that.
Instead, the thing to do at the beginning of any new year is to look ahead, while simultaneously taking time to reflect on the previous year.
2008:
I worked a lot in 2008 and hopefully learned more about my "craft".
Don't remember anything else. Nothing stands out. Visited friends in various cities, and found that time marches relentlessly on. The ones who admired you once stop caring and vice versa. The nature of growing old I suppose.
It was a year of milestones for people around me, but just another normal one for me. No different than 1998 or 1988. And that is both depressing and comforting.
So the new year has arrived, and with it the initial urge to start anew.
I was let go from my job in the middle of December, so it is like starting over for me.
I am spending the month of January immersing myself in learning After Effects. And in order to do so, I will be making short little zombie movies. Exploding heads and gunshot wounds through the miracle of software! What better way to learn? I remember reading library books on special effects when I was in elementary school and it is the one remaining aspect of the filmmaking process that still invokes a sense of awe and wonder.
I want to spend the next several months rediscovering the filmmaking process and what drew me to it so many years ago. I want to fall in love with it again. Or it will be time to find something else to do. And that, my friends, will be most distressing.
I will try to post more on here, but since the only people who read this blog anymore are people in foreign countries looking for pictures of Paris Hilton in The Simple Life, is it even worth it?
Maybe a post or two about the results of my attempts to get in shape at least...
Instead, the thing to do at the beginning of any new year is to look ahead, while simultaneously taking time to reflect on the previous year.
2008:
I worked a lot in 2008 and hopefully learned more about my "craft".
Don't remember anything else. Nothing stands out. Visited friends in various cities, and found that time marches relentlessly on. The ones who admired you once stop caring and vice versa. The nature of growing old I suppose.
It was a year of milestones for people around me, but just another normal one for me. No different than 1998 or 1988. And that is both depressing and comforting.
So the new year has arrived, and with it the initial urge to start anew.
I was let go from my job in the middle of December, so it is like starting over for me.
I am spending the month of January immersing myself in learning After Effects. And in order to do so, I will be making short little zombie movies. Exploding heads and gunshot wounds through the miracle of software! What better way to learn? I remember reading library books on special effects when I was in elementary school and it is the one remaining aspect of the filmmaking process that still invokes a sense of awe and wonder.
I want to spend the next several months rediscovering the filmmaking process and what drew me to it so many years ago. I want to fall in love with it again. Or it will be time to find something else to do. And that, my friends, will be most distressing.
I will try to post more on here, but since the only people who read this blog anymore are people in foreign countries looking for pictures of Paris Hilton in The Simple Life, is it even worth it?
Maybe a post or two about the results of my attempts to get in shape at least...
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Voter Ennui
David Sedaris has a funny piece in The New Yorker about those undecided voters during an election.
"...I look at these people and can’t quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention?
To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
I mean, really, what’s to be confused about?"
"...I look at these people and can’t quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention?
To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
I mean, really, what’s to be confused about?"
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Not A Shadow in the City
I've been working a lot recently. The show we're working on now seems to be just a series of crises. Everybody wants something different and they want it now. Fortunately, the vibe of the folks at this production company is upbeat and relaxed. No one wants to cut your balls off and run you out of town if you screw up. We've had to redo a lot of outputs because something changed or was overlooked and not changed. But it never feels like the end of the world.
As I was setting up a DVD layoff for an episode of another show we're working on, I apologized to the editor whose show it was for having to run it through again. He said, "No worries. If I had a nickle for every time I screwed up an output, I'd be retired."
This week, I've had some lax days that always end with a huge shitstorm of requests just as I'm finishing up. I usually end up working an extra three, maybe four hours. My day is like having a dog. You take the dog out repeatedly throughout the day for him to do his business, but he just lopes around, maybe squirts a little piss here and there, but never gets to the "punchline". The thing that worries you is that you've seen him scarf down huge amounts of food in between his little walks. But you keep taking him out, with a big WalMart plastic bag wrapped around your hand to pick up the pile when he finally lets loose on the sidewalk. No go, however. Finally, as you are ready to call it a night and go to bed he takes a massive dump in your living room, and it's huge. The work of six dogs. Or maybe a bear. And now you have to use a whole bunch of Walmart plastic bags and paper towels and bottles of Frebreze and it takes you forever.
But, as I said, the people I work with are fun.
The other day one of the girls said, "This is why I don't wear shorts to work. Everyone keeps commenting on my tattoos." To which the post supervisor quipped, "Yeah. I noticed those. Were you in some sort of lesbian concentration camp in the 1990s?" The joke failed, but in hindsight I find it funny.
Thursday, I went to see a midnight screening of The Dark Knight. I started talking with one of the story editors and she asked me if I knew anyone who wanted to see the movie. She had bought a ticket for one theater and her cousin, whom she was going with, had gotten one at a different theater. So she bought a second ticket for that theater and now had an extra one to get rid of. I forked over my ten dollars and she gave me the ticket. Luckily she didn't know that tickets for the movie were going for $50-$100 on craigsist!
The movie was great. But the pre-show was just as good.
I got there an hour early because I had nothing better to do after work (which is only a few blocks from the theater). I found a seat next to a gaggle of college girls. There was an empty seat next to me, then two guys, and an empty seat next to them. The theater was getting packed. I sat there reading a book. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a guy sprint into the theater, lose his footing on the buttered floor and do a faceplant. The slap as he hit the floor echoed in the theater and everyone erupted into applause. He got up and lightly jogged back to his seat. He was laughing with embarassment and the rest of the theater was just laughing. There were calls for an encore.
Then about two minutes before midnight, a girl and her boyfriend walk in to our row and ask if the seat next to me is taken. I say no and slide over, next to the two guys. Then she asks the guy on the far end of me if we can all scoot over one more spot. The guy looks at the empty seat next to him, then back at the girl and says, politely, "No."
"What?!" the girl squawks.
"I said no. But one of you is welcome to this seat."
She is incredulous and decides she needs to broadcast this event to the rest of the theater.
"There's two of me!! And you won't move over one seat??!"
"Nope."
People start booing, but I'm not sure if they are booing the guy or booing her. Probably both. People are having fun though with this evening's entertainment so far.
"Why won't you move in?"
"Because I got here early and found the seat I wanted. If you weren't walking in two minutes before showtime and telling me to move, we might be able to work it out."
I liked this guy!
"Why are you being such a dick?" she turned to the gaggle of girls I'd been sitting next to. "Am I the only one who thinks that's insane? I mean, there are two of me. What the hell."
There was a sense of entitlement the girl was exuding at that moment that filled me with the urge to slap her. You could tell by her demeanor that she was daddy's little girl and had probably whined her way into getting most of what she wanted in life. She was going to make some lucky man very miserable one day. I just wanted to go back to my book and not be in the middle of this.
"Why won't you move?" she barked at the guy.
"Well now you've insulted me so I'm definitely not moving now."
"What?!"
"You just called me a dick. That's no way to win favor with someone you want something from."
Meanwhile the boyfriend stood behind her and let her handle the negotiations.
"It's one seat! You just need to move over one seat! What the hell? I don't understand why you're doing this!" She was yelling. And the crowd around us was goading them on.
I, however, was getting frustrated. And I felt the rage building. Before I knew it, I had joined the fray and my voice drowned them both out as I screamed, "Are you a fucking child!! Do you need someone to hold your hand?! Sit the fuck down! There's a seat here and a seat there. You're a goddamn adult, now quit crying!!"
This stunned her and her boyfriend had his cellphone pointed in my direction. He then spoke into it: "Hear that? Yeah, I got you on speakerphone. Yeah, we're in the theater. That's the shit that's goin' on. I know, right?"
The other guy said, "If you apologize, I'll move over."
She did and he and his friend started moving. The friend leaned over to me, laughing, and whispered, "Now you should refuse to move over."
I thought about it. That would've been funny. But I'd already had my little outburst and I wanted to just watch the movie. So I moved over, the movie started and all was good.
On the train home, there was a skinny, old black man in a hospital gown and socks wandering back and forth on the car. Everyone ignored him. I did at first too. I started reading my book and just shook my head. After a few stops I thought to myself, "Maybe that guy needs help. I can ask. And notify the train crew. Did he just walk out of the hospital? He's got no clothes. I should do something." But by the time I had finished this interior monologue, he'd gotten off the train.
Today I went with Misha to the IKEA that opened in Red Hook. There's a free shuttle that picks you up at 9th and 4th and takes you there. I'd never been to IKEA before so it was a new experience. Being in places like that fills you with the urge to totally redo your home. Looking at different bedroom sets and kitchen sets and random furniture I envisioned several possible looks I'd like for my apartment. Until I realized the apartment I was envisioning was not actually my apartment and I should probably wait until I have the space for these things before I get them. I did buy a bunch of kitchen things, though, and picture frames for some of my old artwork.
As I was setting up a DVD layoff for an episode of another show we're working on, I apologized to the editor whose show it was for having to run it through again. He said, "No worries. If I had a nickle for every time I screwed up an output, I'd be retired."
This week, I've had some lax days that always end with a huge shitstorm of requests just as I'm finishing up. I usually end up working an extra three, maybe four hours. My day is like having a dog. You take the dog out repeatedly throughout the day for him to do his business, but he just lopes around, maybe squirts a little piss here and there, but never gets to the "punchline". The thing that worries you is that you've seen him scarf down huge amounts of food in between his little walks. But you keep taking him out, with a big WalMart plastic bag wrapped around your hand to pick up the pile when he finally lets loose on the sidewalk. No go, however. Finally, as you are ready to call it a night and go to bed he takes a massive dump in your living room, and it's huge. The work of six dogs. Or maybe a bear. And now you have to use a whole bunch of Walmart plastic bags and paper towels and bottles of Frebreze and it takes you forever.
But, as I said, the people I work with are fun.
The other day one of the girls said, "This is why I don't wear shorts to work. Everyone keeps commenting on my tattoos." To which the post supervisor quipped, "Yeah. I noticed those. Were you in some sort of lesbian concentration camp in the 1990s?" The joke failed, but in hindsight I find it funny.
Thursday, I went to see a midnight screening of The Dark Knight. I started talking with one of the story editors and she asked me if I knew anyone who wanted to see the movie. She had bought a ticket for one theater and her cousin, whom she was going with, had gotten one at a different theater. So she bought a second ticket for that theater and now had an extra one to get rid of. I forked over my ten dollars and she gave me the ticket. Luckily she didn't know that tickets for the movie were going for $50-$100 on craigsist!
The movie was great. But the pre-show was just as good.
I got there an hour early because I had nothing better to do after work (which is only a few blocks from the theater). I found a seat next to a gaggle of college girls. There was an empty seat next to me, then two guys, and an empty seat next to them. The theater was getting packed. I sat there reading a book. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a guy sprint into the theater, lose his footing on the buttered floor and do a faceplant. The slap as he hit the floor echoed in the theater and everyone erupted into applause. He got up and lightly jogged back to his seat. He was laughing with embarassment and the rest of the theater was just laughing. There were calls for an encore.
Then about two minutes before midnight, a girl and her boyfriend walk in to our row and ask if the seat next to me is taken. I say no and slide over, next to the two guys. Then she asks the guy on the far end of me if we can all scoot over one more spot. The guy looks at the empty seat next to him, then back at the girl and says, politely, "No."
"What?!" the girl squawks.
"I said no. But one of you is welcome to this seat."
She is incredulous and decides she needs to broadcast this event to the rest of the theater.
"There's two of me!! And you won't move over one seat??!"
"Nope."
People start booing, but I'm not sure if they are booing the guy or booing her. Probably both. People are having fun though with this evening's entertainment so far.
"Why won't you move in?"
"Because I got here early and found the seat I wanted. If you weren't walking in two minutes before showtime and telling me to move, we might be able to work it out."
I liked this guy!
"Why are you being such a dick?" she turned to the gaggle of girls I'd been sitting next to. "Am I the only one who thinks that's insane? I mean, there are two of me. What the hell."
There was a sense of entitlement the girl was exuding at that moment that filled me with the urge to slap her. You could tell by her demeanor that she was daddy's little girl and had probably whined her way into getting most of what she wanted in life. She was going to make some lucky man very miserable one day. I just wanted to go back to my book and not be in the middle of this.
"Why won't you move?" she barked at the guy.
"Well now you've insulted me so I'm definitely not moving now."
"What?!"
"You just called me a dick. That's no way to win favor with someone you want something from."
Meanwhile the boyfriend stood behind her and let her handle the negotiations.
"It's one seat! You just need to move over one seat! What the hell? I don't understand why you're doing this!" She was yelling. And the crowd around us was goading them on.
I, however, was getting frustrated. And I felt the rage building. Before I knew it, I had joined the fray and my voice drowned them both out as I screamed, "Are you a fucking child!! Do you need someone to hold your hand?! Sit the fuck down! There's a seat here and a seat there. You're a goddamn adult, now quit crying!!"
This stunned her and her boyfriend had his cellphone pointed in my direction. He then spoke into it: "Hear that? Yeah, I got you on speakerphone. Yeah, we're in the theater. That's the shit that's goin' on. I know, right?"
The other guy said, "If you apologize, I'll move over."
She did and he and his friend started moving. The friend leaned over to me, laughing, and whispered, "Now you should refuse to move over."
I thought about it. That would've been funny. But I'd already had my little outburst and I wanted to just watch the movie. So I moved over, the movie started and all was good.
On the train home, there was a skinny, old black man in a hospital gown and socks wandering back and forth on the car. Everyone ignored him. I did at first too. I started reading my book and just shook my head. After a few stops I thought to myself, "Maybe that guy needs help. I can ask. And notify the train crew. Did he just walk out of the hospital? He's got no clothes. I should do something." But by the time I had finished this interior monologue, he'd gotten off the train.
Today I went with Misha to the IKEA that opened in Red Hook. There's a free shuttle that picks you up at 9th and 4th and takes you there. I'd never been to IKEA before so it was a new experience. Being in places like that fills you with the urge to totally redo your home. Looking at different bedroom sets and kitchen sets and random furniture I envisioned several possible looks I'd like for my apartment. Until I realized the apartment I was envisioning was not actually my apartment and I should probably wait until I have the space for these things before I get them. I did buy a bunch of kitchen things, though, and picture frames for some of my old artwork.
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