Month: September 2005

Last weekend’s excitement was the North Beach Pub Crawl. Very fun, but… ouch. What I do remember of the evening includes Marina Ho serving us drinks, a heated debate with LSU chick about Boston accents, and the walk to Wo’s. A voice mail from Chi’s co-worker the next day (“Hey, thanks for stopping by last night. Just checking to see if you and your friends are OK.”) confirms the fact that even at our best behaviour we weren’t in an ideal state of mind.

Too much working during the past week, although the problems I’ve been chasing have been interesting. Also, as a random aside, has anyone else noticed that when a hurricane or any other weather phenomenom shows up that requires some meteorogical knowledge to discuss, the good-looking female weather reporters that normally give the TV weather reports are suddenly replaced by crusty old men?

Nothing new, but it’s halfway through September with no pictures, so here’s my favorite shot from the Alaska trip in 2002.

While I was coming back from lunch today, the power went out, an event which is usually not worth writing about. Like most other people, I sat around outside, ate my tostada, and waited to see if I’d be lucky enough to be able to head home and make up for the sleep lost to insomnia last night. Then it hit me – my car keys were still in my cubicle, twelve floors up. As usual, God was playing games with me. After an hour of waiting for the power to return I figured the boss could no longer complain if I left, so after borrowing a flashlight (all of the emergency lights failed and the stairwells were pitch black), I trekked up twelve hot and stuffy flights of stairs, providing entertainment to those folks still coming down, each of whom felt it necessary to laugh like a jolly fat man when told that I had left my keys in the office during lunch. Little did I realize that the gods wouldn’t think humiliation was enough, and that only by turning the power on literally seconds after I opened the door from the twelfth floor staircase would they be satisfied.

It’s not easy being amusement for the gods, but I suppose someone has to do it.

Matt shows up again in this week’s King Kong Production Diary. His role in the movie world seems vastly more interesting (and important) than mine.

A sequel to Buddypalooza fell through but was replaced with a night of a few pieces of sushi and an unhealthy number of bottles of sake. Tonight’s excitement has sadly been limited to updating the journal a bit, per Adeline’s suggestion that it’s not completely obvious where to find the comments link.

The job continues on, and remains pretty decent. No new excitement on the lot, although I did discover the “morgue” room next to the Poseiden Adventure set the other day — the bodies are disturbingly life-like, and my first thought was that it was just a bunch of extras in make-up taking a rest between shots. It was only when the same extras were in the exact same positions the next day that my tiny brain grasped the concept.