Nah, that's not a
typo - it's 6:15 in the morning. Been up since 5 AM.
So restless. So incredibly impatient...
In my defense,
anyone would be a bit impatient here. It's the
equivalent of being 8 years old, and on December 23rd,
they announce that Christmas won't be in 2 days. They
don't know when it'll be. You wait for a few
days...then a few weeks, only to find that Christmas
will finally be held on January 15th. To an 8 year
old, that's akin to ripping his fingernails off with a
slow, torturous TEAR...
And I am most
certainly the 8 year old in this scenerio.
2 days before we
were to shoot, which was already slightly delayed,
Charlotte passed out in the shower and hit her head
purty damn hard. It seemed ok, but another set of
tests produced more worry, and that worry coupled with
a nice dose of darvaset, has completely haulted The
Trinitrons. As it stands now, she's doing better,
slowly coming off the darvaset and can again refocus
on the project at hand, as well as the rest of her
life. Believe me, she's just as frustrated as
I am. Whereas I'm stuck twidling my thumbs for a
few weeks, she's a mess of pain, allergies, and
haziness on TOP of being unable to do anything
productive. But, as of today, this Friday looks to be
the first shooting date. Why I bother to type that is
beyond me...Murphy's Law will break my leg next
week.
What's made this
"setback" so aggrivating, is the true LACK of anything
to work on. The script is done, the audio script is
done. The only rewrites to be done won't be known
until we're actually filming and we think to throw
something in. So it's been this long period of
"circling the runway". Can't really undertake
anything...can't really go anywhere... you just get to
wait and see. And no, taking Jar-Jar Binks out of Star
Wars is not my idea of a productive use of my
time-off. I mean god-love the edit, but I'd rather be
doing something a bit more intregal to a successful
career in FRONT of the camera. Believe me, I'll
expalain every little thing that's gone into the
pre-production phase of "The Trinitrons" in the next
entry...I hope.
In life news,
apparently there was a hurricane in Mexico last
week...and guess what day we decided to go to the
beach? Sweet Lord I almost drown. Body surfing in
waves that big is not fun. Not even a little. You get
sucked under and slammed around so hard...you
definitely need a body board of some type to stay
above it all. The whole time I kept getting creepy
premonitions too. I was there with a friend from
highschool who was in town for the weekend and
Jess...and I was just certain someone was gonna die.
It definitely got ME out of the water early. Hate shit
like that.
As well, my
highschool buddy Paul is also quite the muscle-man.
Finally ran into the guy that could give me some idea
of how to build the right muscles the right way. All I
can say, is that after 6 months of equating low weight
with HAPPINESS...this muscle thing kinda sucks. I
gained about 6 pounds because of a changed diet with
more calories and protein as well as heavy workouts.
Like in 2 days. LOL. Telling myself that this is a
good thing has been a bit hard to swallow, but it's
another huge transformation as I've never lifted
weights in my life. I was finally getting used to
maintaining my 150 pound frame...and now I throw my
body into the blender again. As well my mind is all
askew. I'm not a weight lifter. It just isn't me.
After Paul said: "Alright, this excercise hurts like a
bitch...it's AWESOME", I knew I was entering into
a different world. God love Paul, brilliant medical
student and very serious about health, but sweet jesus
this guy is one thick block of muscle. He's been
weight lifting for 9 years, and is just in a different
universe than me. Serious weight lifters are just so
adament man. Like he couldn't just tell me a few
excercises, he writes me out a book (which I'm
SO THANKFUL FOR MAN), and the 2 days he
was here, the man probably poured 5 glasses of milk
for me to drink for protein. I guess he could've done
worse things to me for protein intake.
heh
The joys of not
skimming these entries and reading every word. Nice
visuals. So anyway, in a couple months I should look
even more different. I've been diggin my workouts so
far. I have found I'm one of the "LOUD" weight
lifters. I have to scream my last few reps. It's
pretty funny. And damnit if I always walk into the gym
in our apartment when some hot chick is there on the
bike or somethin'. And I'm there SCREAMIN to lift 80
pounds. (sigh).
Speakin' of hot
chicks, Jess is burnt to a crisp. LOL. I find you
white people funny. You "sun-burned" bunch. I have
never been sun-burnt more than a slightly pink nose in
my life. I get sun-blackened. I'm beginning to
compete with a few of the black guys in my building -
LOL. And ahem, she's hot with and without the burn...
;-)
Oh and to add to
the "universal human decency" list that was started
with "loaning 101" a few entries back...comes a really
good one. Back in 1998 I lent a girlfriend my Gameboy,
Super Mario Land, and Tetris. Now I thought I had
gotten it back from her and that I just had it in my
boxes I've never been able to unpack in the last 2
years. I was wrong, she still had it. ERRRR - she
gave it away. ?!!??!?! What the hell? Have you ever
done that? Ever? Given away something someone lent to
you? It's shit like this, that makes me feel like an
ALIEN. The thought wouldn't CROSS MY MIND.
And really, it's not like I'm hard to find, for
CRYIN' OUT LOUD SHE'S
ON THIS MAILING LIST. LOL. Just email
me: "You want this back?"..."Mind if I give it to
charity?" - Uhm...yeah (sigh). She did end up payin'
me back which was quite decent, and there's really no
harm done....but it's just another one of those things
that makes me think: "HUH?". There's this thing in me
that would FORCE me to contact the person. It'd
be like a force field around the object that was lent
to me, that I couldn't give it away or sell it.
But I digress... thanks for payin' me back. That was
cool.
And finally the
death of Carroll O'Connor has bummed me out a bit
lately. For you "Celebrity deaths in 3's" folks, Jack
Lemon and Chet Atkins followed quickly after...goddamn
that's eerie. Anyway, I love "All in The Family".
Easily my favorite sitcom. There's just never been
better written character development on television.
The 4 main characters were so perfectly cast, and so
wonderfully written...it's just a joy to watch.
Carroll brought such sincerity to such a difficult
character and should be admired for generations to
come. It's sad to me that so many people don't
understand Archie Bunker. They don't see the overall
JOKE. Archie is a fool. Even if at times he's a
loveable fool, it in no way is an endorsement of his
beliefs. It's what makes the show even more
incredible.
To
make you feel at ANY point for Archie
when it's so obvious how ignorant he is a
testament to the human spirit and just
brilliant acting. I guarantee there's
people writing sitcoms right now that hate
"All In The Family". These people are
writing for (least favorite network
here) now. Heh, slamming a network
isn't in my best interest at this point is
it... Anyway, my hat's
off to you
Carroll,
you will inspire generations of actors for
many, many years.
And though I
shouldn't dare promise this again, look for "The
Trinitron Chronicles: Part Two" this
Thursday.
