So a journal entry, eh? Never done one before, so not sure where to start. I guess I just complain about the day and figure maybe someone will find it interesting. Of course the only reason I'm even doing this is because some sexy-ass chick told me to. Will I ever learn?
So today was a dirty one. Started at the Rodeo grounds shooting the "mini-rodeo" for the Elks. 4000 freakin' elementary kids in one place- I think I caught 6 colds at once. Never fun to start the day covered in dust, either.
Then in the afternoon I shot a commercial for the Indians, our local semi-pro baseball team that nobody knows about. You'd think a town of 60whatever thousand people wouldn't have any secrets. Shoot went very well though. The concept is: a young kid steps up to the plate as we dolly in towards him, then as he swings and makes contact with the ball, he suddenly turns into the adult Indian player who hits a homer. Then we pan through the celebrating crowd and land on the same kid in the bleachers watching because he was daydreaming that he was in the game. Kinda complicated, but I think we pulled it off. Looking forward to editing tomorrow.
Add in a surprise visit from a disheveled ex, and trying to pack and do laundry for a trip to LA this weekend, and it's been a damn full day. And yet, I still found time to blab about it in my first-ever journal entry.
There. How's that?
So today was a dirty one. Started at the Rodeo grounds shooting the "mini-rodeo" for the Elks. 4000 freakin' elementary kids in one place- I think I caught 6 colds at once. Never fun to start the day covered in dust, either.
Then in the afternoon I shot a commercial for the Indians, our local semi-pro baseball team that nobody knows about. You'd think a town of 60whatever thousand people wouldn't have any secrets. Shoot went very well though. The concept is: a young kid steps up to the plate as we dolly in towards him, then as he swings and makes contact with the ball, he suddenly turns into the adult Indian player who hits a homer. Then we pan through the celebrating crowd and land on the same kid in the bleachers watching because he was daydreaming that he was in the game. Kinda complicated, but I think we pulled it off. Looking forward to editing tomorrow.
Add in a surprise visit from a disheveled ex, and trying to pack and do laundry for a trip to LA this weekend, and it's been a damn full day. And yet, I still found time to blab about it in my first-ever journal entry.
There. How's that?
[Edited on Jun 03, 2005 11:12PM]
Fabulous journal entry, if you ask me.
But no one ever does. So I'll shut up and go away now.