Monday, January 24, 2011

Secret proejct

I've been spending a ton of time working toward putting together a film project - more news soon.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

The bright spot in a really lousy week - life imitating art.

My week, and weekend so far, have sucked massive donkey...ears.

Started out well enough, I got a last minute call for some video work which was a wonderous little cash infusion in a usually completely dry month.

The first phone call came - a mutual friend of the other shooter and I had died due to cancer complications. Meh.

When I got home from the job, I found out that a college buddy's mother had passed away.  Then, I found out again.  Yep.  Two different friends, two different mothers, all in one week.

Two of the funerals took place on the same day, at nearly the same time.  It has been a long time since I've had a dilemma of this particular nature, and am not looking forward to experiencing it again.

I have about six million things that I'm obligated to work on, and can't concentrate on a single one.  (This blog has taken over an hour.)

To ice the crap cake, someone tore the rear bumper off my car last night.  

The one bright, and more than a bit surreal moment in an otherwise miserable chain of events:

As the officer I had filed the report with began to drive away, a woman poked her head out of the window of the apartment building that overlooked the parking lot.  

"I seen it! I seen the whole thing!"

I didn't even know anyone lived in that building. (Well, I knew, but in that vague, diaphanous sort of way, like 'the building isn't falling down and there are curtains in the window', but I had never seen anyone come in or out.)

A spark of hope?  Hanging onto that idea like a monkey with the last banana on Earth, I clumsily encouraged her to tell the story.  Luckily for me, she was more than happy to talk.  With the occasional 'shaddup' to some small creature at her side, we got an approximate time.  I felt like the MC of a mystery movie, where a 'deux ex machina' character pops out of nowhere to drop key pieces of evidence.  That bit was pretty cool.  Alas, no license plate number.  I do however, feel better about the neighborhood, and amused that there actually are people who spend the evening peering out of windows.  I totally would, except the sole window of my apartment looks over the HVAC systems in the middle of the building.

Being the brilliant (if someone hits me over the head with it, I'll notice) detective that I am, I didn't think to extend the conversation - but I did pick up a piece of the perp's car, left next to my dead bumper.

Hopefully, some light will appear at the end of this tunnel.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Happy New Year!

I hope your holidays were marvelous!  I was down for the count with a head cold that left me as a prime contender for the role of Reagan in the remake of Exorsist.

My first job of the new year involved creating a time lapse video of  the building of a windmill for a Christmas tree farm.  In four feet of snow.

You can read the details of the adventure here: