oakenguy

Oooo, four day weekend. Let's break it down:

FRIDAY
My cold hits its peak. Are any of you obsessively interested in mucus? No? Let's move on.

SATURDAY
Midnight
The first sign of trouble at the zombie movie was when they told the extras to sit down in the movie theater and watch 'Spirited Away' while they got ready...and then turned floodlights on the screen so that 90% of the film wasn't visible.

The second sign was when someone asked about makeup for the zombies, and we were told there wouldn't be any. Our movements and facial expressions would convey our horrific undead nature, y'see.

The third sign was when I realized they were shooting the script in chronological order, instead of, oh, doing the big scenes first and letting the unneeded actors go get some sleep.

This realization hit me around 2AM.

They'd just started filming.

HATE.

By 4AM, I'd realized that I wouldn't, in fact, ever get my face in the movie.

By 5AM I was running, not walking, for the door.

SUNDAY
Script and sword rehearsal with Phoenix, wherein

godswraith did us some very big favors, as well as being his usual fun self to hang out with. Then headed out to see D and some friends in Holyoke, where we watched the special about the first five years of SNL. Hearing Eric Idle call Dan Ackroyd "the only person I've met who could conceivably have been a Python" is oddly disturbing.

TODAY
I hear the news about Hunter S. Thompson for the first time. It's a shock...he always seemed to enjoy himself too damn much for suicide, even when (ESPECIALLY when) he was boiling over with rage.

And here we are.