You know that someone is your best friend when you can spend a day together where everything goes to hell, nothing works the way you wanted it to, and you can still laugh about it during and afterwards.
This past summer, by best friend Jennie and I had a day exactly like that. I'm not sure why I didn't post about it at the time, actually.
The whole thing started with a U2 concert that never happened (well, it got delayed), because Bono threw his back out. We decided that since we still needed our U2 fix, we'd take the local commuter train down to Salt Lake and see the U2 laser show at the planetarium. Genius, right? In theory, yes. In practice, well...
We thought we had it planned out just so. We got down there, stopped past the planetarium to get our tickets and nipped up to the pub to get some fish and chips and beer. We cut the time a little tight and missed the train to take us back down to the planetarium, so we decided to make a run for it. Running after downing some grease-laden fish and chugging a bottle of Bass is not a very good idea. You'd think that by 30 I'd have figured this stuff out, but we were desperate. Did we make it, you ask? We came pretty close, but we looked at our watched when we were 2/3rds of the way there and decided we were too damn slow.
At this point, we looked at each other and couldn't stop laughing. Clearly, we were not meant to see U2 on that day. In hindsight, we may have just chucked the evening in there and gone to catch the train to come home. Instead, we went to a different bar, met Jennie's friend Mike, and drank some more beer.
Eventually we looked at our watches and knew we should be making our way back to the station to catch the last train back to Ogden. Jennie had specifically looked at the time, so we wouldn't miss it....
After we'd sat in the station for twenty minutes, giggling at our amusing evening and feeling good from the beer we'd consumed, we realized there were a) no people at the station and b) no trains at the station. She had looked at the time for the last Saturday train... and it was Friday. The train was gone.
It was 12:30am at this point and I called my mum (who tends to worry about her only child), informed her of the insane situation and assured her that we didn't need to be rescued. Shaking our heads and teasing each other mercilessly, we went back to bar #2, told Mike about our predicament, and accepted his gracious offer of his couch for the remainder of the night. (Thanks, Mike!) After a shared cab ride, a seriously kick-ass pickle, and a heated discussion of The Beach Boys and Bruce Springsteen, the three of us succumbed to sleep.
The next morning I blessed the stage manager in me that keeps a toothbrush in her purse and my EdPass that lets me get on any UTA bus for free. While Mike was still snoring away, Jennie and I crept outside to wait for the bus to take us to the train to take us to the other train that would take us home.
If I had been with pretty much anybody else that day I would likely have lost my mind, but because I was with Jennie it was simply funny as hell. And with our paranoia, we've been obscenely early for movies ever since.
Thanks, Babe. And Happy Birthday.
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Sunday, December 12, 2010
Thursday, April 01, 2010
The Whisperer in Darkness Trailer
I know. I know. It's been forever since I've posted anything. I was waiting for something truly amazing to post about and, BEHOLD, it's here!
Here is the trailer for The Whisperer in Darkness. That's right, my friends, this is what I did with my fall vacation from school. Check it out and see if you're as excited as I am!
When I embed the video in here directly, the right side gets cut off, but use this link.
Here is the trailer for The Whisperer in Darkness. That's right, my friends, this is what I did with my fall vacation from school. Check it out and see if you're as excited as I am!
When I embed the video in here directly, the right side gets cut off, but use this link.
Friday, October 09, 2009
The Whisperer in Darkness - Day Two
I'm sorry I'm not doing these more often, but time to yourself is a rare commodity on this shoot. At the moment I'm covered in paint from painting a set that should have been completed while we were in New England. Silly of me, really, to think that I wouldn't end up painting a set for this. We've re-arranged our shooting a bit and we're back on schedule. Now I'm off for a much-needed bath.
Day 2 (September 22, 2009) – First Day of Shooting!
5:00am: Wow, another early morning. And it feels like it’s two hours earlier. Granted, to my compatriots it feels like it’s three hours earlier.
7:00: In Jamaica state park to film a dead sheep in a river. It’s a party now!
7:20: Met Paul, our farmer. He’s a cool dude and a tech writer and he has to get super wet in an ice cold river in Vermont.
8:06: Found myself lying amidst cold, hard rocks, desperate not to be seen by the camera while making fog to make the river look “eerie.”
8:35: First shot is in the can! WOO!
8:42: The dead sheep looks gross and yet cool!
9:00: Sean says I’m having too much fun. Hee!
4:30: On the busiest road in Vermont trying to film in some fields, but people keep driving past. One woman in a Prius tried to run us over 6 separate times.
6:00: The lovely Andrea Ogden (whose house we’re filming in front of) brought us cold local beer to refresh us. These Vermonters are so sweet and friendly.
6:06: I don’t have to look at the monitor to know how a shot is looking. I just watch Sean and Andrew’s faces. Their smiles speak volumes.
8:00: Back to base camp from Landgrove. Sigh.
8:20: Loony chef brought me a flower (!) (and all the girls), but gets mad when I try to take the red one.
8:30: Finished dinner, but we have more simple shots to do. It does mean we have a later start tomorrow.
9:45: Let Amanda run the fog machine cause she feels like the kid in preschool who’s getting punished for eating paste.
9:47: Must keep moving or will fall asleep.
9:49: Chris Lackey says he’ll end this shoot “ripped or dead.” We figure it’s a new line of workout tapes. Chris keeps being the dude to hold up the rain rig (since it’s not actually raining in New England), which is a steel pipe filled with water with a sprinkler at one end and a hose attached to the other.
10:53: A stinger sounds like it should be a fish or something, but it’s really a big-ass extension cord.
Day 2 (September 22, 2009) – First Day of Shooting!
5:00am: Wow, another early morning. And it feels like it’s two hours earlier. Granted, to my compatriots it feels like it’s three hours earlier.
7:00: In Jamaica state park to film a dead sheep in a river. It’s a party now!
7:20: Met Paul, our farmer. He’s a cool dude and a tech writer and he has to get super wet in an ice cold river in Vermont.
8:06: Found myself lying amidst cold, hard rocks, desperate not to be seen by the camera while making fog to make the river look “eerie.”
8:35: First shot is in the can! WOO!
8:42: The dead sheep looks gross and yet cool!
9:00: Sean says I’m having too much fun. Hee!
4:30: On the busiest road in Vermont trying to film in some fields, but people keep driving past. One woman in a Prius tried to run us over 6 separate times.
6:00: The lovely Andrea Ogden (whose house we’re filming in front of) brought us cold local beer to refresh us. These Vermonters are so sweet and friendly.
6:06: I don’t have to look at the monitor to know how a shot is looking. I just watch Sean and Andrew’s faces. Their smiles speak volumes.
8:00: Back to base camp from Landgrove. Sigh.
8:20: Loony chef brought me a flower (!) (and all the girls), but gets mad when I try to take the red one.
8:30: Finished dinner, but we have more simple shots to do. It does mean we have a later start tomorrow.
9:45: Let Amanda run the fog machine cause she feels like the kid in preschool who’s getting punished for eating paste.
9:47: Must keep moving or will fall asleep.
9:49: Chris Lackey says he’ll end this shoot “ripped or dead.” We figure it’s a new line of workout tapes. Chris keeps being the dude to hold up the rain rig (since it’s not actually raining in New England), which is a steel pipe filled with water with a sprinkler at one end and a hose attached to the other.
10:53: A stinger sounds like it should be a fish or something, but it’s really a big-ass extension cord.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Whisperer at Mount Holyoke
I could wait to post this until I post my timeline from the day, but it's too cool to wait. That script at the beginning? Yup, that's mine.
The Whisperer in Darkness - Day One
Wow! So sorry it'a taken me so long to post. There was a really irritating lack of internet access in New Hampshire. I'm back now. Back in L.A., that is. Here's what happened last Monday. I have a few of these saved up and more to write. The joy of making movies.
Pictures soon to follow!
Day 1 – Monday, September 21st
4:30am: Dude, it’s early!
4:32: Nudged Daddy awake, cause he didn’t hear the alarm go off.
4:33: Wondered if he really was awake.
5:00: Left home. Buy kitties, buy Mummy!
5:20: Wondered how many times my father was going to bitch about red lights before he finally let it go.
5:55: Smooched the Daddy goodbye at the airport curb.
6:00: Marveled at the SHORT line for American Airlines!
6:02: My suitcase weighs 33 lbs. Trivia is fun!
6:05: Saw the line for security and figured it made up for the short check-in line.
6:06: A little girl in the security line has a backpack bigger than she is. Blonde and cute.
6:11: Told the security dude his name tag was on upside down. He said he’d been there for half and hour and I was the first one to notice. I’ve got your back, Ross.
6:18: Mmmm… Starbucks.
6:25: At the gate, checked my e-mail, blah, blah.
6:40: On the plane. Glowered at the people in first class, just for effect.
6:42: Had the weird recollection that de-icer smells like maple syrup.
6:48: Done “reading” Skymall and the in-flight magazine. Good article on Ricky Gervais.
7:20: Finally in the air. We taxied so far, I thought we were driving to Chicago.
7:25: Realized that these stupid little tables on the plane are not QUITE big enough for my laptop.
7:35: I dislike turbulence.
7:45: We have to detour for thunderstorms across the midwest. This is bad, since my layover in Chicago is only 30 minutes anyway.
9:13: Was strangely fascinated by some awesome clouds.
10:32: Prodded two people awake so I could go “un-hydrate.”
10:40: Finished crossword in in-flight magazine.
10:45: (Chicago time) Heard Josh saying, “Don’t tell me what to do it sickens me,” when they told us for the fourth time to keep our seatbelts buckled while we were in our seats.
11:15” Plane should be landed at O’Hare and we’re still in the air!
11:30: Wondered if the plane always makes that noise when it lands. Hmm…
11:31: On the ground!
11:35: At the gate! Out of my way, people!
11:45: Off the plane and sprinting for the other end of O’Hare to make a flight that leaves in 5 minutes.
11:50: Gasping and wheezing, but just in time.
11:51: A line to get on the plane?! I could have stopped to pee!!
12:08: Mention of “life rafts stored in the overhead compartments” sounds like “live rats stored in the overhead compartments.”
12:09: Can’t stop coughing. This is why I don’t jog to keep in shape.
12:16: And we’re off again!
2:22: (Boston time) Losing two hours should make the day feel shorter, but it doesn’t.
3:10: On the ground! Huzzah!
3:20: Called the Mothershipto inform of safe landing. She reminded me to stand up straight.
3:30: Please God, let my suitcase be here too!
3:35: My suitcase! Double HUZZAH!!
3:43: I hate crying children.
4:12: I also hate “Unchained Melody!” Ugh!
4:20: Someone I recognize. Yay, they’re here!
4:22: Thoroughly kissed by Barry Lynch, Matt Foyer, Andrew Leman, Laura Brody, and Sean Branney.
4:45: In a BIG van trying to follow a conversation about where it’s best to be during a zombie attack. Apparently the prison in Concord, Mass. or the Warner Bros. movie studio are the best. According to Chris Lackey, anyway.
5:00: The leaf peeping isn’t quite as developed as I was hoping for, but what are you going to do?
7:45: New Hampshire is bringing out the West Wing geek in me. Home of Jed Bartlet! AH HA HA!!
8:00: During a long drive to our Home Base in New Hampshire I was told in so uncertain terms that I was NOT going back to Utah by about 7 different people.
8:30: Lunatic chef man is making me crazy and I’ve only known him for 30 seconds.
12:20: Partied hardy with my favorite people. Ate, drank, laughed. I’ve really missed these guys. Wouldn’t have partied quite so hard if I’d known our call for tomorrow morning (this morning) was going to be so freakin’ early. Sigh.
Pictures soon to follow!
Day 1 – Monday, September 21st
4:30am: Dude, it’s early!
4:32: Nudged Daddy awake, cause he didn’t hear the alarm go off.
4:33: Wondered if he really was awake.
5:00: Left home. Buy kitties, buy Mummy!
5:20: Wondered how many times my father was going to bitch about red lights before he finally let it go.
5:55: Smooched the Daddy goodbye at the airport curb.
6:00: Marveled at the SHORT line for American Airlines!
6:02: My suitcase weighs 33 lbs. Trivia is fun!
6:05: Saw the line for security and figured it made up for the short check-in line.
6:06: A little girl in the security line has a backpack bigger than she is. Blonde and cute.
6:11: Told the security dude his name tag was on upside down. He said he’d been there for half and hour and I was the first one to notice. I’ve got your back, Ross.
6:18: Mmmm… Starbucks.
6:25: At the gate, checked my e-mail, blah, blah.
6:40: On the plane. Glowered at the people in first class, just for effect.
6:42: Had the weird recollection that de-icer smells like maple syrup.
6:48: Done “reading” Skymall and the in-flight magazine. Good article on Ricky Gervais.
7:20: Finally in the air. We taxied so far, I thought we were driving to Chicago.
7:25: Realized that these stupid little tables on the plane are not QUITE big enough for my laptop.
7:35: I dislike turbulence.
7:45: We have to detour for thunderstorms across the midwest. This is bad, since my layover in Chicago is only 30 minutes anyway.
9:13: Was strangely fascinated by some awesome clouds.
10:32: Prodded two people awake so I could go “un-hydrate.”
10:40: Finished crossword in in-flight magazine.
10:45: (Chicago time) Heard Josh saying, “Don’t tell me what to do it sickens me,” when they told us for the fourth time to keep our seatbelts buckled while we were in our seats.
11:15” Plane should be landed at O’Hare and we’re still in the air!
11:30: Wondered if the plane always makes that noise when it lands. Hmm…
11:31: On the ground!
11:35: At the gate! Out of my way, people!
11:45: Off the plane and sprinting for the other end of O’Hare to make a flight that leaves in 5 minutes.
11:50: Gasping and wheezing, but just in time.
11:51: A line to get on the plane?! I could have stopped to pee!!
12:08: Mention of “life rafts stored in the overhead compartments” sounds like “live rats stored in the overhead compartments.”
12:09: Can’t stop coughing. This is why I don’t jog to keep in shape.
12:16: And we’re off again!
2:22: (Boston time) Losing two hours should make the day feel shorter, but it doesn’t.
3:10: On the ground! Huzzah!
3:20: Called the Mothershipto inform of safe landing. She reminded me to stand up straight.
3:30: Please God, let my suitcase be here too!
3:35: My suitcase! Double HUZZAH!!
3:43: I hate crying children.
4:12: I also hate “Unchained Melody!” Ugh!
4:20: Someone I recognize. Yay, they’re here!
4:22: Thoroughly kissed by Barry Lynch, Matt Foyer, Andrew Leman, Laura Brody, and Sean Branney.
4:45: In a BIG van trying to follow a conversation about where it’s best to be during a zombie attack. Apparently the prison in Concord, Mass. or the Warner Bros. movie studio are the best. According to Chris Lackey, anyway.
5:00: The leaf peeping isn’t quite as developed as I was hoping for, but what are you going to do?
7:45: New Hampshire is bringing out the West Wing geek in me. Home of Jed Bartlet! AH HA HA!!
8:00: During a long drive to our Home Base in New Hampshire I was told in so uncertain terms that I was NOT going back to Utah by about 7 different people.
8:30: Lunatic chef man is making me crazy and I’ve only known him for 30 seconds.
12:20: Partied hardy with my favorite people. Ate, drank, laughed. I’ve really missed these guys. Wouldn’t have partied quite so hard if I’d known our call for tomorrow morning (this morning) was going to be so freakin’ early. Sigh.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The Luck of the Draw
I was thinking about luck today. Not the leprechaun, pot of gold luck. More like the luck you make for yourself.
My literature professor was telling us how by the time he was fifteen, the farthest he had travelled was to Salt Lake City and he'd only been there twice. (Once had been with the Cub Scouts to go to the zoo and he got peed on by a liger. That has no other baring on the story, I just thought it was REALLY funny.) He was 28 before he got on an airplane.
By the time I was fifteen, I'd been to Germany and seen the remains of the Berlin Wall. I was spending every summer in L.A. with my aunt and seeing piles of excellent theatre while I was at it. By the time I was 22, I'd been to England three times, Scotland twice, France, Italy, and New York City. None of this was by chance.
The other day my dad told me the story of how my travels began. My A.P. European History class took a trip to Europe each year. My sophomore year Mr. Lane gave us the brochure for their next trip, a London "City-Stay" where they'd stay at a hotel in London and take day trips out to Stratford, Oxford, Stonehenge, Bath, etc. I got in the car that afternoon and lightly mentioned that they were doing this and what a cool idea it was. My dad asked me if I was interested and I mumbled something about money. I hear that it was my Grandmother that said something to the effect of, "We'll hock the family jewels if we need to, to make sure Kate gets to go!"
That was my first taste of the lengths to which my family would go for me. Each summer after that I remember working my butt off to earn the money for the subsequent trips. Paris during my junior year, England/Scotland during my senior year, and Italy after I graduated. The culminating trip was the trip to England and Scotland with my mom, my grandmother, and my aunt.
I wouldn't have gone in the first place if they hadn't said, "Yes, honey, you can do this and we'll do whatever we can to help." I guess that's the real luck, the family I got.
Those trips shaped who I am and made my life so much richer. I've seen the Mona Lisa and I've seen Versailles, but I've also seen the difference between life in former East Germany compared to the life in former West Germany. I've seen the beaches at Normandy and St. Peter's square in Rome. I've seen the Vatican museums, the British Museum, and all the German museums that absconded with relics from Egypt. It's been so much more than cultural literacy. It's the world I live in and I've experienced a little of it.
Here's to my trip to Gettysburg next summer!
My literature professor was telling us how by the time he was fifteen, the farthest he had travelled was to Salt Lake City and he'd only been there twice. (Once had been with the Cub Scouts to go to the zoo and he got peed on by a liger. That has no other baring on the story, I just thought it was REALLY funny.) He was 28 before he got on an airplane.
By the time I was fifteen, I'd been to Germany and seen the remains of the Berlin Wall. I was spending every summer in L.A. with my aunt and seeing piles of excellent theatre while I was at it. By the time I was 22, I'd been to England three times, Scotland twice, France, Italy, and New York City. None of this was by chance.
The other day my dad told me the story of how my travels began. My A.P. European History class took a trip to Europe each year. My sophomore year Mr. Lane gave us the brochure for their next trip, a London "City-Stay" where they'd stay at a hotel in London and take day trips out to Stratford, Oxford, Stonehenge, Bath, etc. I got in the car that afternoon and lightly mentioned that they were doing this and what a cool idea it was. My dad asked me if I was interested and I mumbled something about money. I hear that it was my Grandmother that said something to the effect of, "We'll hock the family jewels if we need to, to make sure Kate gets to go!"
That was my first taste of the lengths to which my family would go for me. Each summer after that I remember working my butt off to earn the money for the subsequent trips. Paris during my junior year, England/Scotland during my senior year, and Italy after I graduated. The culminating trip was the trip to England and Scotland with my mom, my grandmother, and my aunt.
I wouldn't have gone in the first place if they hadn't said, "Yes, honey, you can do this and we'll do whatever we can to help." I guess that's the real luck, the family I got.
Those trips shaped who I am and made my life so much richer. I've seen the Mona Lisa and I've seen Versailles, but I've also seen the difference between life in former East Germany compared to the life in former West Germany. I've seen the beaches at Normandy and St. Peter's square in Rome. I've seen the Vatican museums, the British Museum, and all the German museums that absconded with relics from Egypt. It's been so much more than cultural literacy. It's the world I live in and I've experienced a little of it.
Here's to my trip to Gettysburg next summer!
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