I just consumed so much sugar I can feel my teeth rotting out of my skull. I will surely find myself toothless tomorrow morning.
Many adventures in filmmaking. I've been working diligently on everyone else's projects, but mine has sort of become second on my list of priorities. Ah well, that's life, innit? Last night's shoot ended with us interpretive dancing to Seal's Kiss From a Rose. The embodiment of the snake's soul.
Today I DP'd as "British Chelsea". I even got my own name tag. I tried speaking with my best English accent, but it was tainted by Kerri's New Zealand accent. So I was somewhere in between most of the time and eventually gave up or forgot.
Now: a bottle of wine and some sound recording for my own film project.
Next week: possibly helping with a raunchy stop motion piece featuring a bear and a dinosaur. No particular reason. Just for the hell of it. I can't say no to stop motion. Ever.
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