Quiet on the set...
2004-03-27 9:21 a.m.
Last night I was camera one. I got to work the huge digital camera with all the cords, lights and double zooms. I filmed the main fight scene and then did some close ups and some action shots of people getting kicked in the stomach, thrown on the floor and choked out.
This was my first experience doing live action shots. I do lots of stuff with my digital camera but never anything with motion. I was amazed at how quick my project management persona came out and was directing scenes, making people change places and requesting do overs.
An interesting side note. The camera was set up to rest on the right shoulder with your right eye in the peep-hole. Not an easy task for a left handed girl, but by a half an hour into it I was a pro. I just hope it turned out all right. ~fingers crossed~
Next filming I'm involved in is on Sunday. I think I may actually have a fight scene. Ki-ai!
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraI'll be in my trailer.
2004-03-26 9:24 a.m.
I got eight hours of blissful uninterrupted sleep last night. I feel sooooooo good this morning. If it was sunny outside this would be a perfect day.
Last night Rebecca and Nancy met at my house then we headed towards Clackamas for a shopping trip. I was tired and not in the mood for shopping. So of course, everything I tried on fit and looked fabulous. I ended up buying a ton of clothes: four v-neck t-shirts, two sexalicious skirts, one drop dead gorgeous dress, pair of Docs, pair of high heel Amalfi (Italian!) shoes, white tank top and some earrings. I also got a cute little coat that I've been calling the angry girl's militia jacket. A coat so cute I could take over a country in it.
I wanted to wear the new dress to a party this weekend but unfortunately it shows off my new bruise collection too well. Not exactly sexy.
Filming for the kung fu movie starts tonight. I'm wanted on the set at 6:00pm. If you need me before then I'll be in my trailer.
1 People have tried to sell me ViagraWords to live by...
2004-03-25 11:46 a.m.
�Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming---WOW�What a ride!�
--Anonymous
Left to my own devices.
2004-03-25 9:07 a.m.
Bad bad morning. I was up until somewhere around five because I could not shut my brain down. I was ruminating over things better left to their own devices. So I�m running on two hours of sleep - and coffee - lots and lots of uber strong coffee.
I just realized that I left my iPod at home. I have NPR on the radio but there�s only so much news I can handle this morning. I�ll deal with the economy and death in the Middle East later.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraI repeat quietly to myself.
2004-03-24 10:52 p.m.
and there's only so much
i aspire to
taking one day
at a time
and deliverance
has many faces
but grace
is an acquaintance
of mine
--David Sylvian
Purple sash, purple skin.
2004-03-24 9:32 a.m.
Last night I decided that I needed to boost up my training and start picking on people of my own rank so off to intermediate class I went. It was an hour and half of grappling with the last thirty minutes devoted to choke holds. (If I see anyone wandering around the building wearing a gi today I�m going to run up and choke them!)
Luckily there were two other girls in class. I�ve been to a grappling class before where everyone there was a foot taller than me and 80-100 pounds heavier than me. Nothing ruins your confidence faster than when your partner realizes that you�re getting too close to the wall and just picks you up by the shoulders and puts you down four feet over. That�s when you understand that all the resistance you�ve been giving them and techniques you�ve been working are futile as this guy could just pick you up and carry you out the door if he wanted to.
I�ve discovered that there is really no good hair style for wrestling other than whacking the hair off. Now I know why all the UFC guys are bald. A low pony tail is the best I could do and even that had to be quickly retied between partners. I also managed to lose a bobby pin somewhere during the night. For all I know it�s lodged in my brain.
Bruise tally from last nights class is pretty vicious. Inside of both legs are covered with little bruises, both knees, both elbows (left entirely purple), back of the shoulders and right arm.
I discovered that Sifu is actually buying a building for the school. No longer will we be kung fu gypsies, changing schools every few years. We�ll soon have a home of our own.
Best part of the night: making the biggest guy in class tap out on a choke hold. Fear me.
4 People have tried to sell me ViagraWhat the Bleep Do We Know?
2004-03-23 9:42 a.m.
So Acronym and I finally made it to What the Bleep do We Know last night. I'm still thinking about Masaru Emoto's experiments on the water crystals. How he'd expose water to a message or intent, for example: "I hate you I'm going to kill you" and then take pictures of the water frozen. The more loving and generous the intent ,the prettier the picture. Very interesting, especially if you think about how we are made up of water and how we treat ourselves. I'm also trying to figure out the whole particles appearing and disappearing. How do we know that particles disappear? We can't actually see particles, right? A particle accelerator just kind of makes them light up, if the light goes out does that mean they disappear? Ack. I need a book on physics for english majors, I feel like I'm missing some of the hard science.
"The warrior steps forth to accept the unknown and challenge disbelief, for if it lies in mind it Is, by God!"
- Ramtha (never thought I'd quote Ramtha in my blog)
On a side note I have fixed the HTML on my archive page and archived all the entries from 2003. I found that the actual titles of my entries are far more entertaining than the entries themselves. I do not recommend reading them. Really. If you want some of my funnier writings go here, here or here.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraGive me three.
2004-03-22 11:59 a.m.
Three bands I overlistened to and can no longer stand:
The Judybats
The Posies
Nirvana
Three bands that I'm currently overlistening to that I hope I won't burn out on (but probably will):
Filter
Garbage
Limp Biskit
Three bands that I used to think were super cool:
Shaun Cassidy
Def Lepard
Loverboy
Three bands I lisetened obsessivly to in high school:
The Damned
The Smiths
The Cure
Three bands I'll still be listening to when I'm 90:
The Damned
Peter Murphy
Everything But The Girl (EBTG)
Three songs that make me want to get up and dance:
Uncertain Smile - The The
Cuts You Up - Peter Murphy
So Alive - Love and Rockets
Three songs that make me want to kill myself:
How Soon is Now - Smiths
Don't Cry - Seal
Driving -EBTG
A bit of a morbid morning.
2004-03-22 9:51 a.m.
As I have done nothing but sleep since my last entry I present to you what I wrote on the bus this morning. Another part of the novel in progress:
I sat at the kitchen table with Shalen. I eyed suspiciously the snake in the tank on the kitchen counter. The snake stared back at me, casually flicking its tongue against the glass. Shalen eyed me through her long black hair rather suspiciously as well. She handed me a large manila envelope, I saw she had a tattoo of a snake and dagger on her right forearm. I wondered what was on the rest of her body.
�These are the pictures from the first attack.� She said. I tried to take the envelope from her but she gripped it tighter with the fierce strength that only vampires seem to have. �Are you sure you�re up for this?� she asked me.
I sighed quietly to myself. More bloodshed had come from my hands in the last few months than I ever thought possible. �I�ve killed over two dozen night stalkers and one vampire. I think I can handle it.� I answered and yanked the envelope from her.
I dumped the pictures out onto the table and realized just how wrong I was. The pictures were horrific. A body drained of blood and mutilated beyond recognition. I looked closer at the slash marks along the body, and where pieces weren�t actually missing, there were slashing marks. Knifes? Claws? I couldn�t figure out what had made the marks.
�Was there one killer?� I asked.
�The medical examiner thought the wounds were all consistent with the same weapon.� Shalen answered.
I checked the dates on the other two envelopes and cracked them open. I went through the pictures meticulously and then had the sudden sensation of overwhelming nausea. I could feel myself turning cold and clammy. I got up abruptly and went out the backdoor and sat on the steps. I hung my head between my legs and concentrated on my breathing. I swallowed hard, I did not want to throw up. I wasn�t a point of pride, I just hated puking. The door shut behind me and I turned my head enough so I could see Shalen�s platform boots.
�I told you so.� She said and laughed somberly at her own joke. She then handed me a glass of water. �Sip some of this and you�ll feel better.�
I took the glass from her and took a couple of swallows. The cold air and cold water were starting to make me feel better.
�It happens to the best of us.� she said. �The first scene I was sent to photograph I puked up two pints of blood, totally fucked up the crime scene. The tech guys were furious.�
�Then why do you do it?� I asked her.
She shrugged and lit a cigarette. �Because I can.�
�You smoke?� I asked.
�I�m already dead. It�s not like I can get cancer.� She said and inhaled deeply.
�Good point.� I said and leaned back against my elbows and stared at the sky.
�Full moon in a couple of days.� Shalen said.
Something snapped together in my mind and I started doing the math backwards. Years of date stamping books had made me a date math wiz. I tipped my head up to Shalen. �The attacks all happened during a full moon. I think we�re looking for a lycanthrope.�
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