Buy A Used Shirt for Hurricane Victims!

UPDATE: No bids. C'mon, folks. It's not really about the shirt, is it?

Due to my intense (and totally justified, thanks) hatred of eBay, I'm going to hold an informal 'auction' here..

This is a promotional T-Shirt with an Arri Lighting logo. The only way to get one of these is to rent (or buy) a shitload of lights from Arri.



It's a black, adult size L (men's size, not 'baby tee' size) Haynes "beefy T".

Despite my joke about a used shirt, it's actually not ever been worn (An adult size L is WAY too big for me).

The logo on the front's been embroidered. Here's a close up:



Here's the back:



Here's how I'm going to work this.

You email (randomblogmail [at] yahoo dot com) me your 'bid' and tell me which charity it'll be going to (I'm suggesting the Red Cross, but if there's one out there that I haven't heard of, tell me about it), and the highest 'bid' between now and 8pm tomorrow night (which is about when I'll be getting home from work) wins the shirt.

You email me proof of your donation, and I'll send ya the shirt.

If I get a decent response from this, I'll do another one.

Well, That's That.

The short film that became a TV pitch-but-is-still-a-short-film-because-I-said-so, dammit has been cut and sent to Slamdance (I skipped Sundance because I don't think they'll 'get it' - they're not known for their sense of satire) for consideration.

I hope we get in.

If you know anyone on the selection committee, let me know if they need clothing (I'm broke, so it's got to be off the sale rack at Target), booze (again, broke - so fortified wine is a good buy for me), or blowjobs...

Just kidding.


No one wants clothing from the sale rack at Target.

ABC Newsroom

I really wanted to sit in the chair and and say "This is Peter Jennings, with an ABC News exclusive on the afterlife".

Damn. This is going to turn out to be one big deathbed regret.

A Zombie Says What?

I know for a fact that 5 1/2 script pages can be shot in 12 hours without hurrying.

Today, it took us 15 hours (making yesterday our third 14+ hour day in a row) to shoot that 5 1/2 pages.

The director of this episode has been pulling a Warren Beatty*, which hasn't been making him any friends - with crews, at some point the money ceases to matter and we just want to go home.

Long days are wearing.. After three of them in a row, the entire crew was punch drunk - bad third grade jokes set off 15 minute long laughing fits, and everyone had that glazed look. I kept remembering that line from Fight Club... "A copy of a copy of a copy".. Conversations seemed tinny and far away, reaction times multiplied as our worn out brains took longer and longer to process information ("Look out, that light's going to fall!" "What?" :crash: "Oh. The light. Whoops.").

A very, very lucky few either found the coveted nap spots in the set or managed to sleep sitting up.




*On Dick Tracy, Warren Beatty was ordered by Disney to do fewer takes (he was doing over 30 takes on every shot) - so what he'd do was this: He'd call take one, then have the actors do the scene over and over and over until the camera's film ran out. That way, he'd get the shot done 30+ times, but would technically only have done 8 takes.