so there it was kids...6:45..so close...joel had said we/i may have to go to set for the first few shots of their day, my end of day...6:45...6:46..closer all the time..then it came..down i went..with wheel barrows and shovels in the back of the coolerator. i was suppose to have dinner with my dad and my uncle but that looked bleak now..and as it turns out they went to topanga aways without me...i hope the burritos were good. later on i would be eating chinese from don king on 12th anyhow...but later.
so it was a couple of extra hours last night in the on-set vortex..it'll make for a couple extra bucks on next week's cheque. it was kinda funny though when i was asked to go get the det. cord from the shop. it's housed in a red plywood box that really, truth be told, is shit. but what made it funny is this. ever since 911 they have made it very hard, seemingly, for regular folks to get down to the docks and commisioner road where the docks are. canada keeping terror out... you must now pass through a toll plaza kind of a station, tell a voice through a speaker what you're up to, flash some i.d. and away you go... your tax cash at play right there in front of you. fact is, bud kanke's cannery restaurant is down there so anyone can just say they're going to get some clam chowder and away they go. and there i was, with enough det. cord to blow the entire block, getting breezed through like a fully loaded taco time seven layer burrito.
oh..and out of nowhere comes my pal pete...who by trade i suppose is more of a rock and roll recording engineer/producer dude..but there he was doing the EPK shitola..electronic press kit...the stuff they do to try and promote the movie so it will make tons of cash but people getting all geared up about it..and then it wins an oscar...right.
i love pete. i've seen him naked. at hockey.
good times.
have fun.
g. xo
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