Packin It In

Shoot is over. I was EXHAUSTED. I don't remember much from the last couple days. Now I'm in crazy packing mode for NYC. We leave on Monday and I feel like I've gotten nada accomplished. Which isn't entirely true. I worked on Thursday night and it was tons o fun. Don't know what your typical evenings are like, but when I'm working mine tend to involve cops. This time it was me and four police officers, complete with four cop cars. We got fun footage of them flying down the road with their lights on and surrounding a house. To say we caused a disturbance is a little bit of an understatement. The neighbors sat outside and watched all night...I think we were better than anything that was on TV. I think the funny part when working with cops is watching everyone else's reaction. When they drive down the road with the flashing lights on...everyone freaks out and slows down or pulls over. It's tres amusing.

SO, now...cleaning and packing time. I've got a crazy long list of things to do. I did get my apt. sublet the other day to a guy I know from college. I'm stoked that I don't have to have a stranger in the house while I'm gone. And I'm already thinking about the end of the summer and making a list of all the things I want to do in Knoxville before I move.

MDW

Day 6 of 10 day shoot. I just remembered that it was 4 years ago this weekend that I officially got my first job out of college. I remembered this because I saw a moving truck outside my window this morning...and 4 years ago yesterday I was wandering around Knoxville trying to find an apartment. Which was really difficult because it was Memorial Day weekend and nobody was open...and only two apts called me back. Ha. The End.

I Wish I Could Tumble Like That Kid in Narnia

I saw the new Narnia: Prince Caspian movie tonight. Wicked. Really enjoyed it. And those kids are so darn pretty. Of course with it being a fantasy/fiction type movie you have to "suspend your disbelief," lalalala. But during these films there is that one moment where I snap back out and think..."ok, that was just really ridiculous." That moment tonight came for me when a rather large, bearded, white male resembling Santa Claus uttered the words, "My father was a black dwarf from the northern mountains." And I lost it for about 5 minutes. Fake horse-people, flying tiger things, kids who never get shot, hey, I'm with you. But Santy Claus was a bit distracting.

Oh, and there were some hookers outside my hotel when I got back. That was nice. I had no idea the Country Inn and Suites was full service.

Doggie Style

Still Day 4: A Reeally long day. So today I got to go to the morgue. Well, actually it was the medical examiner's autopsy room NEXT to the morgue. But it def had dead bodies in it about 5min before I got in there. (I didn't see them...but my producer did!) So, you know how you walk into a room and you feel like you should know what that smell is, even though you've never smelled it before? Yeah. At first I just assumed it was the faint odor of decaying bodies...which was enough of a thought to make me want to flee the room. I mean it did smell tissue-y. Then my nose recognized it. Blood, mixed with cleaner. Yep. And there were still stains on the floor to prove it. They had just hosed down the floor, but come on...you can't get that stuff up easily. The floor was wet and sticky. I immediately rolled up my pants legs as soon as I: A) smelled the blood and C) realized there was blood on the floor. They were like, "Do you want to shoot a dead body?" I graciously declined.

Oh, and much later that day while setting up for an intv. at a guy's house, his dog carried off my clothes pins. Then I turned around and he ATE them. Not kidding. Bastard.

OH YEAH...You know what Subway and an Autopsy Room have in common? You still smell like that after you leave.

SB

Day 4 of 10 day shoot. I've been addicted to Starbucks as of late, and there happens to be one half a mile down the road from the hotel. Lucky me. Starbucks must be like smoking crack. You know you shouldn't do it, at least not everday, but sometimes you just don't know how you'll make it thru without it. Sigh. I can recite the caloric info on at least 4 drinks now. Wait, that's sad. This is happy: I saw a GIANT BADGER on Day 2. Just roaming outside the courthouse. Seriously. I have no idea how he got there. The End

I Want to Be A Macho Man

Today is Day 1 of a 10 day shoot in Novi, Michigan. It's about 30 min outside of Detroit. I'm going to make an attempt LOL to start this blog up again...but seeing as my last entry was 2 years ago, I'm not holding my breath. :) So, a lot has happened in the last month. In April I went on my first cruise, which was SWEET, and made about three weekend trips to Louisville in a row...not so sweet with gas prices. Also in April Emily and I decided that it would be swell (yeah SWELL) if we ran off to NYC for the summer. So that's what we're going to do for June and July. Last Friday I was in the city looking for an apt...all day...in the RAIN. It was fun! No really. Ems and I had a good time but we didn't think to take pictures...we prob would have been soaked in them anyway. LOL. Last week I also went on vacation with my Dad to D.C. That was great seeing all the monuments, and going on our first vacay in like 6 years as a family. Of course since then there have been new additions to the fam...which at times makes things hella awkward. Pro temporae, curae non. Try to translate that. You can't. HA. But this week I'm back at work (finally) and really happy to be shooting again.

Unfortunately, today I had a run in with one of those old time geezers that thinks women are good for displaying and not much else. This dude approached me with his buddy, who wanted to talk shop. I wasn't really in the mood, cause I was trying to work. Why do people always want to bother me when I'm shooting? I don't say, come into your office and ask you to explain the history of paperclips, do I? And I certainly don't expect you to show off your vast knowledge of engineering, and then insult you by asking if you even know what a T-square is! Seriously people. I'm a girl. I work with cameras. I make moving pictures. Get over it already. Yes, the camera is heavy, and yes, I'm good at my job, and NO, I can't teach you in 5 min everything you'd need to know to have MY job. And frankly, I don't care if you CAN afford the 60,000 camera. You still wouldn't be able to turn it on. The end.

My favorite part of the conversation...
"Now, excuse me asking this, but are you strong enough to work a steadicam? I mean, you are kinda tall."
I'm not gonna tell you what I said, but he followed it with a remark like this.

"Now don't you get me started on that (women running cameras)."
OK, I implied that women (as well as shorter men) would actually make really good steadicam ops, because they have a lower center of gravity.

"I could buy wanna them cameras tonight..."

"Now you just doing preliminary stuff...somebody else is gonna come out and decide what they need to shoot."

He even had the nerve to declare that everything I was doing wasn't "critical" and prob wouldn't be used because they'd have to send out somebody else to get the real footage. I've got to stop. This blog could go on FOREVER. Anyway, he didn't know anything about TV, so I don't know why I'm frustrated. Guess cause I wasn't expecting to run into such an ASS.

WOW. I'm really venting. HA. OK, well it's 9:00, and I need to go run. I promise...and you really shouldn't trust this promise...pictures and funny stories from my shoots. I'll do what I can! Cheers