[ Monday, February 17, 2003 ]
okay! monday morning... fark. monday morning always seems a little cruel, but this time i don't feel too bad.... strange really. the weekend was packed with emotional turmoil, but it seems okay now, which is good. yarr. love is a strange beast to be entangled with sometimes.We started shooting the General this weekend. It went pretty well, i s'pose. I had hoped/dreamed/fantasized that we could shoot it all on this weekend, but it was not to be. I guess i'm not really surprised... i'm glad that what we shot seemed to go well. yarr... the fucking GENERAL, MANG! its going to be a pretty special little film when its done, i'm sure. i don't know if it'll bring us world wide acclaim or anything.... but you have to start someplace, eh? mhmm... editing is going to be a fucking nightmare though, i'm sure of it.
so, post-shooting we ended up going to this party with mike's activist type buddies, it was kinda fun... pretty mellow, although i did throw a plant off of the balcony, and i think someone else did too, later in the evening. Did i mention we'd been drinking during the whole production of the General? it seemed neccessary. I'm not sure if our lead actress would agree, but there we are... maybe she doesn't need to, but i think with the rest of us not regular acting types, at least for me, it helps find the appropriate mindstate.
anyways, after being convinced to NOT set off a smoke grenade at the party, myself and ben and brent left the party. on the way home we let out some of our destructive tequilastosterone action, pulling down a shitty wall around a vacant lot, prying the boards apart with two-by-fours. Good times. I think we sketched ben out a bit though, he's not so insane or rowdy. A good man!
yar.. . then we were walking down commie draav, and some dawg (no names... and i bet you can't guess who!) punches in this windown in an abandoned storefront, just one of those like, four inch square windows, *POP*... so he takes this fat fucking divet out of his thumb, a big chunk of thumb... leather is not enough protection! we need kevlar. so around the corner i get into tagging this vancouver engineering trailer, writing some shit, including (ironically enough, considering the blood ) "more nurses, less cops", and, i don't know, some other shit. The dawg write "mister fuck u man", and then realizes just how much blood is dripping out of his hand, flowing pretty freely, seeing as its like, half alcohol at this point. So he starts shaking his hand, spraying it all over the fucking white engineering trailer thing like he's some kinda jackson pollack/gg allen hybrid. good times. we bound it up pretty good, hopefully its fine.
so the whole evening i was dressed in my costume for "the General" : brents old airborne camo's , and "moon boots", which was just duct tape wrapped all around my shoes and up my legs to about mid calf... pretty damn bad ass, i thought. Got some funny looks though. Got some funny looks the next day too, strolling the drive in the camos, sans moon boots, even! fucking hippies. pretty bad ass outfit to wear the day after a huge global antiwar rally, though, it was kinda fun. With the moustache and the uniform i looked kinda like some refugee from the french foriegn legion.
Escaper [2/17/2003 12:31:00 PM]
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