These March Madness games are going to drive me to my death. Don’t expect coherency from me for the next few minutes as I expunge my tournament bracket win/loss ratio into the fires of unholy markerdom. I highlight blue for wins, orange for losses. Blue for sky high, orange for fire damage.
Okay, that’s done.
It’s not as bad as I thought. There is more sky than fire, though it’s always been the fire in the sky that is worrisome, what with the mutilated cows, anal probination, alien goo, and strange upsets in the first round that screw up the entire natural order of the college basketball world. My only two consolations are that I love X-Files and I know nothing about basketball, so whatever happens, I’ll still have Season 4 on DVD to enjoy, and can claim ignorance for the whole affair.
I’ve put my name out on the market for movie reviews, once again, for a publication. For no pay. But if I’m going to do movie reviews, I might as well try and get a little cult recognition for it. I’ve already heard back from the editor and she loves my stuff. She even said she was glad I had sent my stuff in. Maybe it’s just kissing butt, but I kind of doubt that. After all, what reason would they have to lie…To me? Harmless, naive little me? Also I have submitted some work to another group for possible reading on radio. Doubt it’ll go anywhere, but you gotta open the booth if you want to sell your wares.
Finally, I’ve inquired about a camera operator position on a short film. Again, no pay, but copy, IMDB credits, and free food (the last is all I truly care about–in this industry, you gotta care about crafty (craft services are called crafty on sets)) are all part of the benefits. The story sounded interesting, kind of a modern day, reverse Rumpelstiltskin, which was always a super creepy fairy tale, and one of my favourites because it featured a dude who just didn’t give a flying flip about ripping off the pretty maiden. I mean, he was just brazen about it. Of course, it didn’t end well, but that’s the sanitized children’s version.
The original ending had Rumpel finding the needle in the haystack with a supermagnet, then killing the entire crew off with a set of darning needles. Now that is some craziness.
Oh yes, almost forgot. I’m doing some pre-viz work for another short film, a sci-fi film helmed by an industry vet Dan Trezise and my other buddy Jay Lalime. It’s actually for the opening titles, which we brainstormed today for a couple of hours, and had a great time throwing ideas back and forth. It’s work that I enjoy and allows me to grow in my skills, adding to my already formidable nunchuck and bowstaff skills. And drinking skills. Which I will employ tomorrow like they are going out of style.
Responsibly, of course. I’m good at making four drinks last two hours without going to the dark side. I have a secret. I just will myself not to get drunk. It works! Try it! Just don’t try it in the car. After four pints. And two cocktails. Seriously.
I’ll see you tomorrow, and you’d better leave a St. Patty’s comment. It’ll get me through tomorrow afternoon. Evening’s taken care of.