5.10.04
In the Mix
hey kids. To bring you up to speed. I started interning as a reality sound mixer this Sunday.
My first day they threw me in and boy was I chin deep. That was a necessary trauma. You might say that I cut my teeth on concrete. Monday- I sat around for a REALLY long time waiting for a chance to relieve the other mixer. I got my chance, times two. We went on a follow(away from set). When we arrived we discovered that the other crew was waiting to be relieved to go home. That meant that there was no audio mixer for that crew. Ta Da. Enter super intern. As I was mixing it was finally time for the other mixers overdue lunchbreak. So kids, I mixed two mixers at once. phew. This time went alot better. Hopefully it will sound o.k. in post.
Today-sat around for a little. Then the audio supervisor met with me and went over all the basics and non basics. Which was great. Then, during the mixer that I follow's lunch, she was called into mix a phone con. Awesome! So I went in with my newfound knowelege and mixed the hell out of it. The producers sent us in to mix a scene in progress and i threw that shit up and did it. Overall, I think I am making leaps and bounds. Cross your fingers for me. Later.
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My first day they threw me in and boy was I chin deep. That was a necessary trauma. You might say that I cut my teeth on concrete. Monday- I sat around for a REALLY long time waiting for a chance to relieve the other mixer. I got my chance, times two. We went on a follow(away from set). When we arrived we discovered that the other crew was waiting to be relieved to go home. That meant that there was no audio mixer for that crew. Ta Da. Enter super intern. As I was mixing it was finally time for the other mixers overdue lunchbreak. So kids, I mixed two mixers at once. phew. This time went alot better. Hopefully it will sound o.k. in post.
Today-sat around for a little. Then the audio supervisor met with me and went over all the basics and non basics. Which was great. Then, during the mixer that I follow's lunch, she was called into mix a phone con. Awesome! So I went in with my newfound knowelege and mixed the hell out of it. The producers sent us in to mix a scene in progress and i threw that shit up and did it. Overall, I think I am making leaps and bounds. Cross your fingers for me. Later.
4.10.04
lovin' spoonful
quite a week. I went to the wrap party on friday, had a great time, drank some drinks and that kinda thing. Left the party, made out in the parking lot, good times. Saturday night, I had a party at my house, pony keg and smores. We played ping pong and hung out. My parents' friends' band played. Boy from high school showed up. Oh boy, this is the boy that put the love in first love. It was funny seeing him and talking to him. Made me a little sqishy inside, but I won't go into that just now. He left, but shortly thereafter, his sister showed up. That was a treat. We all played beer pong and caught up. I loved this girl like a little sister in highschool. We made plans to have a party at her house the next Saturday. After she left I was completely knackered.
I started to pass out by the firepit. My friend, pants, told me that it was time for me to go to bed and that he and greggie would clean up. So, I went upstairs, took off my dress and crashed out. Not twenty minutes later, just when I was about to drift off, stupid Pants came up stairs to my room, my damn room where I was half naked, and proceded to poke me in the arm pits in a vain attempt to "tickle" me. I asked if this was a thinly veiled attempt at touching my boobies. He asked, in a creepy drunk tone, if I wanted him to touch my boobies. YUCK. Get over your drunk ass you idiot. He would not leave me alone despite my honest plea for him to "f" off or die. I told him that I hated him and that he should definately go. He, of course, took this as flirting and continued with his bizarre attack on me and my arm pits. I will not continue on with the full details, as they completely bore me, but he did eventually leave me to sleep. I then woke up the next day to him, sans coulottes, on my freakin' floor passed out. What a pain in my ass.
Fast forward, didn't do anything worth mentioning for the rest of the week. Saturday night, went early to the party at the sis's house. She and I drove around buying beer and ice and all the obligitory needs. We started to get drunk on champagne with another of her friends. He brother showed up, sigh. Then the party filled in with several old school chums, which was a treat. Her brother, we'll call him- LB, disappeared for awhile. I found him in his bedroom playing guitar and listening to COAST TO COAST on the radio. A very bizarre radio show about aliens and Sasquach. We talked for a long time about his old band and his paintings and living your life afraid to fail. Not even fail, more kinda suck. But it was a great conversation and by the time we left the room everyone had pretty much left. I passed out on his couch and that is about all for that night.
The next day, I bummed around for a couple of hours at my mom's, napping mostly. She woke me up at about 3pm and we ate salad and sandwiches and drank coffee. It was a real hangover treat, with the cherry on the top being watching Gilmore Girls while we at. That is a great way to live. That night, after a shower and more bumming around, I met up with LB's sister and some of the same highschool friends at a bowling alley that also does karaoke. Good freakin' times. I did a lovely rendition of "Don't stop Believing" by Journey. Had tons of fun and capped the night off with a carne asada taco from a truck entitled, i think, honcho taco. Or something equally pleasing. I am extremely exhausted and will have to fill you in tomorrow with the details of Sunday. or shall i call it Sundyay
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I started to pass out by the firepit. My friend, pants, told me that it was time for me to go to bed and that he and greggie would clean up. So, I went upstairs, took off my dress and crashed out. Not twenty minutes later, just when I was about to drift off, stupid Pants came up stairs to my room, my damn room where I was half naked, and proceded to poke me in the arm pits in a vain attempt to "tickle" me. I asked if this was a thinly veiled attempt at touching my boobies. He asked, in a creepy drunk tone, if I wanted him to touch my boobies. YUCK. Get over your drunk ass you idiot. He would not leave me alone despite my honest plea for him to "f" off or die. I told him that I hated him and that he should definately go. He, of course, took this as flirting and continued with his bizarre attack on me and my arm pits. I will not continue on with the full details, as they completely bore me, but he did eventually leave me to sleep. I then woke up the next day to him, sans coulottes, on my freakin' floor passed out. What a pain in my ass.
Fast forward, didn't do anything worth mentioning for the rest of the week. Saturday night, went early to the party at the sis's house. She and I drove around buying beer and ice and all the obligitory needs. We started to get drunk on champagne with another of her friends. He brother showed up, sigh. Then the party filled in with several old school chums, which was a treat. Her brother, we'll call him- LB, disappeared for awhile. I found him in his bedroom playing guitar and listening to COAST TO COAST on the radio. A very bizarre radio show about aliens and Sasquach. We talked for a long time about his old band and his paintings and living your life afraid to fail. Not even fail, more kinda suck. But it was a great conversation and by the time we left the room everyone had pretty much left. I passed out on his couch and that is about all for that night.
The next day, I bummed around for a couple of hours at my mom's, napping mostly. She woke me up at about 3pm and we ate salad and sandwiches and drank coffee. It was a real hangover treat, with the cherry on the top being watching Gilmore Girls while we at. That is a great way to live. That night, after a shower and more bumming around, I met up with LB's sister and some of the same highschool friends at a bowling alley that also does karaoke. Good freakin' times. I did a lovely rendition of "Don't stop Believing" by Journey. Had tons of fun and capped the night off with a carne asada taco from a truck entitled, i think, honcho taco. Or something equally pleasing. I am extremely exhausted and will have to fill you in tomorrow with the details of Sunday. or shall i call it Sundyay
21.9.04
Titles are for sissies
So It's been a long time kids. my k and i buttons are seriously going out of wack so forgive me if occasionally they are missing. I moved to L.A. that part I guess you know. I am finishing the show I was working on out here in good ol Pasadena. Last night I packed up my crap and hauled over to Los Feliz where I will be house sitting for two months. Yipee!!!! I love having my own place again. I miss being able to come and go as I please and not worry about coming home late or my mom seeing how poorly I treat my body with food, drink and sleep deprivation. And a total bonus is that now I have DSL. Praise the little baby jesus' diapers. I am watching two cats here, one of which I haven't seen yet. hmmm. sure he's somewhere around here.
Went to Amoeba music yesterday and spent the 100 bucks I got as a wrap gift. I was completely dumfounded by the gesture. I am not used to that kinda thing. A card yeah, a 10 dollar gift certificate to Old Navy yeah, but a 100 bucks, that's just crazy. So in turn, I went crazy at the record store and bought a ridiculous amount of music. I bought an Apples in Stereo, Guns and Roses, some German industrial thing, a rockabilly comp., a local radio station comp, and a wierd local band and a french pop comp. And the cherry on my Sunday sundae spree...the Aqua Teen DVD vol.2. So now I have all this new stimulation that is about to blow my already reality tv fried brain. Speaking of fried, I have been here for three months and have still not eaten at Roscoes. Holy Shit something is wrong here.
I would love to write more and all that juicy kinda makin' out with boys in the back of my van kinda crap but I'll get to that later. Till then-cross your fingers for me-the wrap party is friday night. Mama needs some lovin'
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Went to Amoeba music yesterday and spent the 100 bucks I got as a wrap gift. I was completely dumfounded by the gesture. I am not used to that kinda thing. A card yeah, a 10 dollar gift certificate to Old Navy yeah, but a 100 bucks, that's just crazy. So in turn, I went crazy at the record store and bought a ridiculous amount of music. I bought an Apples in Stereo, Guns and Roses, some German industrial thing, a rockabilly comp., a local radio station comp, and a wierd local band and a french pop comp. And the cherry on my Sunday sundae spree...the Aqua Teen DVD vol.2. So now I have all this new stimulation that is about to blow my already reality tv fried brain. Speaking of fried, I have been here for three months and have still not eaten at Roscoes. Holy Shit something is wrong here.
I would love to write more and all that juicy kinda makin' out with boys in the back of my van kinda crap but I'll get to that later. Till then-cross your fingers for me-the wrap party is friday night. Mama needs some lovin'
