Somehow Yuri talked me into it. Check it out every Thursday-ish, starting with today’s.
Oh, and I shot the Giants commercial today. If you’re into baseball, Matt Cain was there. If you’re not into baseball, he was still there but you probably don’t care.
From the desk of Starting The New Year Off Right, I just landed a SF Giants commercial. I have a fitting tomorrow and it shoots this Thursday the 7th.
I’m a little worried since the costumer just called and moments after she introduced herself the call dropped. It was like those cell phone commercials, only for reals. She hasn’t called back yet so I’m wondering if they’ve just fired me now?
As the title implies, I’ve scheduled myself to work today. I took a couple weekdays off and didn’t feel like burning any more vacation time for now. Working Saturday isn’t all bad, there’s nothing really going on, so I’m free to do whatever I want.
And I’m bored out of my skull.
I have my PSP with me but no desire to play. I’ve read the entire internet already, nobody’s updating the blogs I read, no news stories worth a damn, can’t even go see a movie because I’m paranoid that as soon as I walk out of the building something will happen and then I’ll be screwed.
I still may go see a movie later. Can you guess which? My voice on your home answering machine if you do. There’s a 1:45 showing and I hear it’s no good to see this movie at home, just utterly worthless. I hear that all the time about movies and it’s never true, but about this one I believe it. I think by then things may be settled here enough for me to go, and that showing should still get me home by the time the rest of the family returns.
I could write, I like to write, but I never do. Wait, what am I doing right now? Oh, cool! Anyway, I’ve gotten really good at writing stuff down that seems like it should be written down, but like someone once said, “Inspiration is for assholes.” I don’t know if anyone really said that, but it sounds good. I need to write when I’m not inspired to write.
Like now.
Watched the first two eps of Californication last night. Oh. My. God. Sorry Pushing Daisies, we’re not BFF anymore. I mean it’s a little unfair because Californication is on cable, but still. David D. is amazing, the best role ever. I wish I could be playing that role, but then I couldn’t watch him play that role, so the universe is as it should be.
I’m out for a few (shit, someone is fucking coughing a lung out somewhere disturbingly close to me), better go eat something. See you soon.
I read somewhere that it put Angels and Demons, the prequel to DaVinci Code, on ice. Thank God.
I just need stuff on in the background while I do… while I do other stuff.
I thought I’d put up a few crappy camera-phone pics I managed to sneak out of The Devil Clause shoot and give you a behind-the-scenes look at how we throw one of these episodes together. At the end I’ve also got a couple lousy shots from the shoot of the latest contribution to the ongoing story arc. Yuri’s already written a bit about it in his latest production blog.
Wow, John Lithgow had that hot nerd thing going, didn’t he? He was really young back then. I love how “the purest plutonium in the universe” is being dripped into and presumably stored in a Tupperware bottle.
OK, on with it then.
Top-down on the “Broommates” set. Commence drooling.
Detail on the bear drawing. Yuri did this one. He kept saying he didn’t remember what a bear looked like, hence the label “BEAR”.
Rudolph. I don’t recall if Dashiell or Skip did this one.
Watching The Manhattan Project just really makes me wish I was watching Real Genius.
Santa. I don’t recall if Skip or Dashiell did this one.
The man himself. I love the sunglasses, typical LA Santa.
What I do when I arrive at every shoot. Pick up the latest script and Dashiell’s replica Kill Bill katana. Bill’s, not Beatrix’s.
Here’s a bonus shot from the episode 5 shoot. We count using the new math now. Episode 4 is still next, then after that is 5. That’s not so new, I guess.
A very young Cynthia Nixon is in this, too. The Sex In The City movie is going to be fucking stupid. Like The Manhattan Project.
And finally…
The lovely soon-to-be Mrs. Toshiyuki manning a light. Daniela can be seen off to the side there. Maybe. Whatever, I don’t know.
I have honestly never wanted to blow my brains out more after a watching a movie than I did after watching The Pursuit of Happyness. Imean fuck-all, I was in a constant state of wanting-to-blow-brains-out throughout the entire damn movie. Don’t get me wrong, it can certainly be described as a good movie, and Will Smith and his son were both cute as a button, but man I really wanted to kill myself. Watch the movie for yourself and find out why. It’s the most thoroughly depressing picture I’ve ever seen in my life, and that includes The Shawshank Redemption, Mississippi Burning, and The Birdcage.
Letterman’s production company Worldwide Pants has reached a deal with writers, putting him back on the air Wednesday.
I’ve always liked Letterman more than any other late night host. I hope he kills Leno.
I don’t hold out much hope of Ferguson (also back with writers) killing O’Brien.
