twitter.

I gots one. I got an e-mail from Eddie Izzard's website saying that he had recently joined twitter, so I immediately had to join myself. Didn't even think about it. I love Eddie Izzard. I don't know if I've ever mentioned that before, but DAMN I LOVE EDDIE IZZARD.

I also found Christopher Walken's twitter account. He mostly talks about his cat.

I'm at work. TIRED. I'm not sure if any amount of caffeine is going to get me through this twelve-hour day.

So. We shot "Bedroom Dancing" this past weekend. It was great. I took a bunch of pictures.

Robots!

Colin showed me this. It caught its balance! The damn thing has instincts! How scary.

The arrival of Courtney and "Bedroom Dancing" are getting closer...

In other news, I've started dressing for spring. It's a habit of mine this time of year. I'm so stubborn, that I think that if I show Mother Nature I'm freakin' ready for spring by dressing for it, then she'll get the idea. I like to envision myself the sole boycott-er of winter. Don't worry guys, I got this. I'll take care of it. Spring will be here before you know it! Thank me later, yadda yadda yadda...

I'mreadyI'mreadyI'mready let's go. Summertime. Now. I need sleep.

let's blame postmodern things.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH.

You know when things suddenly just pickupspeed, and you find you can't even take a nap without your own subconscious sabotaging your only attempt at rest? I'm so there. Wakin' up in panic mode from a decent, peaceful nap.

Doesn't help that Courtney is adding fuel to the fire- her excitement for her visit and "Bedroom Dancing" is putting a bit of pressure on me to live up to her expectations of Leah-the-Filmmaker. Etc.

Whadda day, y'all. This is from a shoot in October. I was the..production manager? Yeah. Something like that. So I got to walk around, NOT SOUND MIXING, with a cup of coffee in hand, sometimes doing work, but mostly overseeing and making sure people were fed. I'm not too sure what that boy was saying to me, but I doubt I was pleased. It looks like a gun thing.


I wish I had a heart that's real hard to break!

always somethin' there to remind me...

Oh, oh, oh. Having a good, productive day. Don't you just love those?

Colin and I are pluggin' away at the next film.

Here we are, hard at work...
I was gonna say somethin' else but I forgot.

Oh! The feeling of catching up with schoolwork is tremendous. That's what I was going to say. Most of the time, films keep me pretty preoccupied, and the other, lesser homework tends to fall by the wayside until I glance at my calendar and notice a few days before that OH that's comin' up, and I'll do it, but now I'm working at a decent, normal pace. It's nice for once.

I'm at work right now.

Also, right now, it's "Mustache March." All the boys have pretty ridiculous facial hair ranging from Ulysses S. Grant to 70's porn stars. It's great.

I'm blasting this song right now. People are dancing.

What a great day.

Over and out.

moviemakin'

I had to dig my car out of the snow today. I didn't love it so much then. Colin says hi.

Another ridiculous film picture.
I had to sound mix from the bathtub because we were shooting inside a tiny bathroom. It was still wet since someone had just taken a shower.

Colin and I are gearing up for the great movie collaboration of the semester- "Bedroom Dancing," a film I wrote, he's directing, and the best-friend-of-all-time is starring in. Henceforth, TBFOAT will be referred to by her name, Courtney. Should be exciting.

push and pull

So, listen. Today it started snowing while we were wrapping up on a film shoot. A really good film shoot, too. (There was a sex scene that I had to stay in the room for- requisite female, plus sound mixer equals necessary precaution..despite the awkward sex scene though, still a good shoot.)

Anyway.

The snow started out as this annoyance, this cold and wet hindrance, while I was loading up the van.

Oh, but then. I went to hang out with a couple friends in the tower dorms- these really tall motherfuckin' structures that dominate the Hofstra landscape, and up there, in that high rise, watchin' the snow and gabbing with some new faces and new friends made me feel like a NEW woman. It was beautiful. And then we all started getting phone calls...saying classes were Oh-fish-uh-lee cancelled tomorrow, March 2nd. Beautiful. Me, being at the end of the alphabet, was the last to receive the call. The call punctuated the visit nicely.

I left after that and drove home (in the snow oh my god oh my god oh my god oh i'm fine okay this isn't that bad) and I got out of the car...

And couldn't go inside yet. I looked around, and there was no one! Now, y'all, I live on a busy street. Four lane nightmare with store fronts and parking lanes and people and pets...and there was no one. Nothing. Virgin snow!

I beeped my car lock and started trekking into lands unknown, rendered unfamiliar in the piling snow. As I was walking the blocks, I started to notice that A)I heard nothing but silence and B)All of the street lights have different color temperatures.

Cinematography dream. I never noticed it before because the black asphalt absorbs the light, but now that everything is white, I noticed the pinks, the greens, the oranges, the yellows all flickering their fluorescent nonsense into the snow. It was beautiful.

So. Yup. That's my story. A southern girl who finally developed an appreciation for the snow. And, I don't know y'all, there's just something especially poignant about seeing my cowboy boot prints trailing behind me in the snow.