Hi kids! Man, it’s been a long time since I last blogged, huh? So let’s see… I’m back at school and am =finally= taking only film classes. And doing pretty well, I might add. This quarter we’ve got a student produced television show that we broadcast =LIVE=. Everyone in the class seems pretty nervous about it, but I’m not. The class meets for three hours in the afternoon every Thursday afternoon and this upcoming Thursday is auditions. Until now, we’ve just been doing all the jobs (although some people were assigned to do specific jobs, but that’s not set in stone). I’m not sure what I want to do. For the past two weeks I’ve been telling everyone that I want to be a wild card (someone who can do any job) because I =can= do any job and I don’t want to do just one job. But the more I think about it, I want to be the director because it would drive me nuts to sit there and watch someone else fuck it up. After all, no one in this class can do as good of a job as I can in almost every position (after all, I know how to use pretty much all of the equipment fairly well) and no one (and I mean =NO ONE=) in the class takes this as seriously as I do. To me, this is the pinnacle of importance so far in our classes in the EMAF department. It is, to me, the single most important class we’re taking and the one to which the most time and effort should be devoted. If I were the director, I would have tons of creative control over the project. Plus all decisions that would be made live would be made by me. Oh, did I mention I’ve got experience directing a live shoot? Yeah, so I think I’m probably one of if not the most qualified person for the job. But here’s the rub: directing is the only position that makes me nervous. I can sit here and think about being a wild card, or the TD, LD, audio, a camera op, even the talent. Of all those not one gets me edgy, but mention director and my knees start to shake. I’m going to have to talk to my production teacher from last quarter and see what she thinks. Perhaps she can help me figure out what I want to do, or even help me calm my fears.
What else? Oh, Morah and I are doing great, but her ex-fiance, Bob, isn’t. He’s been a real jerk to her lately. Yesterday he called her and chewed her out on the phone for about an hour. She cried, of course, and I ran over to her room and spent a while there helping cheer her up. What an ass. If he doesn’t want to be her friend, why the hell doesn’t he just leave her alone? Even her friends are starting to turn on her, though. For someone reason they all agree with Bob. They’re all upset that she spends most of her time with me. Well holy fuck! We’re each other’s best friend =and= we’re going out! So what the fuck? No shit we’re going to spend all of our time together! Christ.
Last night I was laying in bed eating Wheat Thins with Easy Cheese (the snack of gods) when all of a sudden an air pocket in the Easy Cheese made its way to the nozzle and ejected the bit of cheese that was already in the nozzle all the way across the room with a roaring crack that caused both Morah and I to jump in surprise. The cheese landed on the side of my dresser which caused Morah and I to laugh our asses off. I just thought I’d share that with you in case you found it as funny as she and I did.
I’ll be sure to keep you posted about what happens with Bob and I, Morah and I, and the show and I.