48 Hour Film Project 2006: Saturday Afternoon
Oh my lord what time is it anyway? I have just been reserected, bathed, and fed and I feel like $99.99...in change. For those of you who don't know, I can't remember if I mentioned this before, forgive me if I have. Ike Quigley kills me on every set. I am Kenny. I am Seinfield's superman. I've been shot in the head, I've been torn appart (multiple times) by zombies, I've been shot some more. Today was the first time I was stabbed to death for my sins. But I should give credit where credit is due. Ike ordered the hit, but it was Cameron who executed my "little death". The knife entered my left juggler at an angle the blade lodging in my spine, severing my spinal cord. I died with barely a sound.
In case you are wondering, it is true, women kill much better than men. My bullet to the brain was from Sara and it was a work of art. My knife to the neck, though I haven't seen it yet, completely captivated a Greensboro News And Record photographer. I simply lost count of the number of snaps he took.
Props also go to the tireless fellow from Go Traid who has been an embedded reporter with us since the get go. One of the plusses of having a large crew is having plenty of folks to tag along with to get the story.
Our editing team has posted two edits of two sequences up and the footage looks simply marvelous. The post production sound guys came on the scene to do a "sound intervention". Apparently the sound is horrible, and they had to come all the way here to teach us poor ignorant sound guys how to do it. I am actually pleased. The fact that they came here is proof positive that I was right about the accustic nightmare we call home. Good luck boys, it isn't going to get any better than this!
Word on the street is that some of the other heavy hitting teams got stuff they are very happy with and we are pleased that based on what we know so far, the bar will really and truly be raised again this year and Greensboro!
I have a new definition of happiness, happiness is being covered in home made blood, walking past a major bus hub. All the while smiling and making friendly eye contact. :)
