Miscellany From The Last Day of Shooting

A few bits of errata, Laz style:

-- Because we were on a Wednesday-Sunday shooting schedule, I had taken to calling each day "Fake ____". Like Wednesday was Fake Monday, Thursday was Fake Tuesday, Friday was Fake Wednesday.

Today, the last day I have to deal with this shift, I found a flaw in my cunning plan: I forgot that it was Fake Wednesday, not real Wednesday, and that therefore the aqua aerobics class would be taking over the pool at 9 instead of 9:30, and got kicked out of the pool halfway through my laps.


-- Are you really really bored? Try to identify the candy bar simply by looking at a cross-section. I went 14 for 20.


-- I am extremely excited to see Wall-E tomorrow. Almost as excited as I am to actually have a Saturday off.


--Our entertainment this evening was chasing the mouse that lives in the kitchen all over the office. My PA was taking videos of this with his cellphone, one of which has me saying in the background, "Well, the mystery guy who lost his clothes finally called back."

No, I will not be posting these videos.


--We finally finished shooting!

This has been a fun show, and a very good learning experience. The shifted week thing has been an absolute bear, but at least it was only for three weeks. I pulled a couple sixth-day paychecks, which is helpful in the realm of "Mama needs a new pair of everything."

I'm back to a normal schedule for the next couple weeks (well, I'll be in for a couple hours Sunday, but nothing like my schedule previous sundays of 5pm-5am), and then I'm scrambling for a new job. Gotta love the freelance world!

Not Dead

Just not doing anything terribly interesting, and have had a serious drop in motivation this week. After working for a couple weeks, to go back to doing nothing is awfully frustrating.

I will note a few random things I've noticed in the last few days:

- Chaplin falling asleep on my chest means I will, without fail, be asleep within 15 minutes as well.

- If ever you're cleaning out your apartment and you find old letters or printed-out emails from your ex, for the love of god, do not start to read them. Save them if you must, but shove them in the drawer before you start reading them. Do not do that to yourself.

- I have to vacuum up dirt and cat hair substantially more often now that I have hardwood floors, but I doubt there was actually any less dirt or cat hair when I had carpet. I'm not grossed out by much, but that thought grosses me out just a bit.

- Apparently the new guy next door to me is some sort of classical pianist. It's kind of interesting when the music bleeding in matches up with whatever movie or TV show I'm watching. And sometimes its hilarious when he's playing some delicate thing while I'm watching an action movie.

- No matter how much food I buy for a party, it's inevitably way, way too much, and I wind up freezing a bunch of meat and throwing out a bunch of buns. I just cannot get the calculus right.

- I have several hundred DVDs, most of which I never watch, so I thought I could sell some to bring in some extra money. But combing through them, I can only find about a dozen that I'm actually willing to part with, most of which will not bring me a damn dime because nobody else wants to watch them either.

Spam Subject Line Of The Week

Made it through my web server's spam filter, so I got it on my crackberry (although it did get caught by my mail program's spam filter):

Vacuum Carrot Elephant Meteor Backpack

There's something eloquent in the utter randomness.

Thank You, PDT

My god, it is so much easier to drag my ass to the gym when it's at least a little light out.

Shopping Signs

I'm not sure what this is a sign of, but it's got to be a sign of something.

I can be completely out of every ounce of substances edible to humans, but if I'm tired, I'll just say "Fuck it, I'll pick something up tomorrow."

But if I'm even almost out of cat food, it doesn't matter how exhausted I am, I'll go to Ralph's and haul out eight pounds of food for my little buddy.

I mean, I generally eat three meals a day at work and can order in when necessary. But I still find it a bit odd that I'll feed Chaplin long before I feed myself.

Miscellaneous Etc.

A few odds and ends before I disappear into Foot Surgery Land tomorrow:

- Disgusting double-entendre of the day.

- CBS resurrected Jericho, which makes me happy because I enjoyed how insanely ridiculous that show was. I was not enough of a fan to send unsolicited tons of peanuts to CBS, but still, it's nice to know the show will live to create even more egregious plot holes.

- Mom's here to help me out with the first couple post-surgical days when I'll be doped to the gills, which will be helpful. However, mom snores REALLY loud. I'd forgotten about that.

- I have to be at the surgery center tomorrow at 5:45am, so I'm getting up at 5. Between mom snoring and Chaplin yowling, I don't think they're even going to have to give me a sedative to get me back to sleep.

Errata

A few small pieces of flotsam and jetsam, Krazy-glued together into one for your convenience.

1. Doc's taking off the cast tomorrow, so I find out if (*cough cough* when *cough cough cough*) I need surgery. At least I'll finally be able to scratch this itch on the outside of my leg that's been driving me nuts for days.

2. I really have got to figure out why my apartment heats up faster than my damn oven. I'm trying some heat control window film (if I can figure out how to get it on there) on the giant front window to see if that helps, but if it's getting to be 80 inside when it's not even 70 outside? I'm fucked when it's 100 outside.

3. That guitar at the end of the episode that aired tonight? I have been lusting over that exact guitar for six years. I almost bought one when it was cheaper, but then I had to replace my car's entire exhaust system, and away went my guitar fund. When they took that sucker out of the box, I was green with envy. When it was played by a talented guitarist, I was even more jealous, because it sounds fucking amazing. The prop department has put me On Notice that if it goes missing, they're coming after me. Probably prudent of them.

And Now, Deep Thoughts

- There is nothing that will wake a cat owner faster from a dead sleep at 4am than the sound of a cat, even halfway across the house, about to puke.

- When it's this cold in LA (37 degrees when I left the house yesterday), does that mean hell's officially frozen over?

- Working on a TV show where every single MRI we show goes bad (to the point where TWoP has nicknamed it "The MRI of DOOOOOOOOOOOM") makes you more than a little reluctant to schedule medical appointments, even necessary ones, that might result in having to get an MRI.