Work Computer?

Someone keeps downloading porn. Or something. On this computer. It will be okay for a couple of days and then suddenly it's rife with viruses. I try to type, but then my writing stutters with all these obscene pop-up messages. I do work with a lot of boys, so I'm thinking it's just...porn.

I'm on a shoot this weekend. Someone's thesis shoot I produced. Should be fun. Except for the two RAPE scenes we have to shoot. I'm not really looking forward to those for obvious reasons.

There are FEW things more awkward than filming a sex scene, by the way. The first time that happened to me I was a blushing wide-eyed freshman, just horrified and holding a boom. (Which I'm awful at, by the way. I ruin takes as a boom operator because I forget I'm holding something, so slowly, ever so slowly, it starts dipping into the frame...)

I tend to blush easily, so I've learned to avert my eyes during the filming of a sex scene. The worst thing would be if I embarrassed the actors by being embarrassed myself. Could be bad.

I also hate when I'm working on a shoot with blood effects. For some reason, I get really nauseated.

I worked on one of my friend's shoots last year (the same one where I BROKE MY TOE. Seriously. It clicks now. I have a toe that clicks.) and there were all these bloody scenes and my stomach literally turned. Was not fun.

Then, once the boys figured out they could make me ill by making me look at pools of fake blood, of course they had a fun time with it. These are the same boys who got into my facebook yesterday and changed EVERYTHING to be about farts, lesbians, or Colin. Oh, and the same boys downloading porn on this computer.

I've always said that HFC is a frat. (Uh, sorry, fraternity) I only realized recently that if HFC (Hofstra Filmmakers' Club) is a brotherhood, then I AM THE LITTLE SISTER.

I can't get no respect. And I don't have a motherfucking valentine.

The picture is from a little film Colin shot of me last week. You can see it here.

Ugh. Over and out, y'all.