I had no idea Vick’s could go bad, but apparently my stash has been expired longer than Heath Ledger.
While introducing the October ‘11 Channel 101 screening, Dan Harmon said there were about five really innovative things going on that night. He was right, all ten shows were fantastic, and about half of them absolutey blew my mind. I was lucky enough to do camera work for…
Thanks for the kind words. I was really bummed that I already had something lined up for the weekend of Switcher, but I think the hand-held technique pulled off the POV look way better than the Glidecam would have. I can’t wait to see what happens next.
Shooting Sex Teenagers Live was a great time. Between rehearsals, setting up equipment, and the actual shoot, I lost track of how many times I had to run up the stairs (fifteen stairs from the first landing—I started counting them after I almost ate shit during the tech rehearsal) wearing my full rig in under 20 seconds. I’m really proud that we all pulled it off, and that I can add one of my favorite shows to my 101 resume.
For the uninitiated, go to channel101.com and start clicking around. This is a ridiculous, incredible group of people who like to make things. Finding a crowd like this is exactly why I moved to LA in the first place, and I couldn’t be happier with the results.
My throat seriously hurts. Also, I need to buy new honey.
Mona Simpson provides, in daring yet delicate prose, the most beautiful and intimate portrait of Steve Jobs we will likely ever see.
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This is the best writeup I’ve seen so far. Like any eulogy should, it does a great job illustrating a more personal, human side of Steve Jobs than the internet has been focusing on. Lisa’s account of his last few hours is really incredible.
Bonus: You now know that Homer Simpson’s mother is named after Steve Jobs’ sister.
I’m going to put a gun in my uterus, since that’s the only way conservative legislators will stay out of it.
These containers are way too similar when you’re making waffles at 8:30 AM.
Move over planking! I assume this is called Big Bad Wolfing.
The best part is that the person on top has to pull their pants down.
This needs to be the next thing. Planking and owling deserve no respect.
Followup: I turned down that gig, and doubled my rates for people who need BTS/EPK but think they want a crazy wacky insane dramatic reality show of themselves and all of their friends, all shot by one guy for 16 hours a day with no semblance of structure on their part. I need to take a break from that scene. I really appreciate all the pep talks I got this morning and last night that helped me come to this conclusion.
On a related note, here is my new resume. Thanks, Keith Schofield!
Today, my personal record for onscreen nudity has been raised.
Also, hanging out with Duck Sauce was awesome.
…that would pay extremely well, but probably completely take over my life and burn me out. I’m not particularly in love with the project itself, it will not give me any significant connections or advance my skills, but the compensation is very good.
I just finished doing that exact same thing for two straight years. I thought I’d have a few months to take odd gigs, go on adventures, and make new connections before another one of these things came up. So far, I’ve done it for one month, and it’s been great. I’ve made more incredible work contacts in the past month than I have in the past year.
I’m at a tipping point between “holy shit, that would be $x per month!” and “I can’t nail myself down to something that’s probably another lateral move in my career”. I can’t tell if it’s stupid to turn down the money, or more stupid to turn down opportunities for myself.
Hollywood needs a wise old Beard&Frames guru who specializes in fielding these dilemmas. He’d live on top of Mt. Lee, and tell stories about being a PA on Gone With the Wind.
Siri was unable to tell our crew when high-tide would start.
It’s good to know that bees respect caution tape.
