The wheels go round and round

This is a little off topic, but I've been thinking for a while now about writing a post about riding the bus everyday. I mean, what am I going to do for the 1-2 hours a day I spend on the bus to/from work but think?

Anyway, this post will be split into two parts-- pleasant observations and annoyances/complaints. Might as well start with the bad news so that I can leave you on a happier note.


All in all, riding the bus isn't so bad. A lot of people complain about it being crowded, being late, or being full of smelly homeless people. Sometimes that's true, sometimes it's not. Those things don't really bother me.
There are, however, a few things that really annoy me about the bus, and because I have nothing better to do at the moment and I am hopelessly addicted to writing my every thought on the internet, I will share them with you now.

Bus Pet Peeves
Now, I'm going to cut the bus drivers a break because the majority of them are really nice and don't do anything that bothers me.
Passengers, on the other hand, can be infuriating.

Let me first explain what I like to call the Big Five. The Big Five is made up of:

1. the elderly
2. the handicapped/disabled/injured
3. pregnant women
4. people accompanied by babies/small children
5. people burdened by many bags/packages

The thing that differentiates the Big Five from the other bus passengers is that common courtesy dictates that you do certain things for them, such as give up your seat or let them go ahead of you in line.

So, Pet Peeve #1: being rude to/ignoring the Big Five.
Yes, this means you, blonde-with-a-tan-and-a-cute-pink-sundress. Stand the fuck up and give your seat at the front to the old woman who just boarded. Move back a row or two. It won't hurt, I promise.

Pet Peeve #2: refusing to push in.
This mainly applies when the bus is standing-room-only crowded (usually in the late afternoon when I get out of work). Scenario: the bus is full of people, with several people standing in the aisles holding onto the rail. A guy, 20-something with sunglasses on and headphones in his ears, sits comfortably in the aisle seat while his backpack occupies the inner seat.
WHY?? Your backpack is not more important than a human being (ESPECIALLY if that human being is one of the Big Five)! Put it on your fucking lap already!

Pet Peeve #3: riding for 1-2 stops before getting off.
Unless you're one of the Big Five, or these blocks are unusually long/cross an overpass or something, this is a total waste of your money. You can walk those blocks. There is nothing stopping you except your laziness and your careless attitude on spending money. There are those of us who scramble every morning trying to get the 75 cents we need to get to work, and you just casually take the bus from one boutique to the next. It pisses me off.


Phew.
Anyway, I've gotten the negativity out so I can carry on to part two.

I ride the bus every day, and even though depending on the day and the schedules I take the bus at slightly different times, there are a few people who I see more often than others. These people are...

The Regulars

Regular #1: the Grey Bag Man.
Morning commute. Boards at Santa Monica/Westwood, gets off at Sawtelle.
So named for the grey duffel bag he's always carrying, this guy at first reminded me of my grandpa for no reason other than he's old and wears old man clothes. I don't know much about him, but I speculate that he probably transfers to Line 4 at Sawtelle, because there's not many stops from where he gets on to where he gets off (although he is Big Five, so who knows).
The interesting thing about the Grey Bag Man is that sometimes he doesn't get on. A Line 1 bus will pass right by him at the bus stop, but he looks like he's waiting for a specific one. I'm not sure why, but it's curious...

Regular #2: Big Blue Water Bottle Guy.
Morning commute. Can't remember when he boards, gets off after I do so I don't know that either.
Also named for the big blue water bottle he always has with him, the first time I noticed BBWBG he was also carrying a bouquet of red roses wrapped in a black plastic bag. That afternoon he was on the bus again, sans roses, and I wondered who he gave them to and whether she (or he) appreciated them.

Regulars #3 & 4: the Asian Girls.
Morning commute. #3 boards before I get on and gets off at Cloverfield. #4 boards same stop as me and gets off around Westwood/Rochester.
I realize this name sounds really vague, as there are a lot of asian girls who ride the bus, but the distinctive thing about these two is that they always sit in the same place. I think they know each other, because when #4 and I board and #3 is there, they sit together and start having a conversation. They're not always there, sometimes it's just one or the other, but I think #4 is probably a UCLA student, and I just don't know about #3, except she doesn't talk to anyone after #4 gets off.

Regular #5: Comic Book Guy.
Afternoon commute. Don't remember where he boards, gets off at Yale St.
I know what you're thinking. No, not THAT Comic Book Guy. I call this one Comic Book Guy because he looks kind of geeky and he gets off the bus right next to Aero Hobbies, which isn't technically a comic book store, but caters to the same crowd.

Regular #6: Violin Lesson Boy.
Afternoon commute. Gets on before me, and I can't remember where he gets off.
To tell the truth, I've only seen this kid once or twice, but he must be a regular because he always stands up by the bus driver and talks to him/her. In my imagination, he wants to be a bus driver someday, but that's probably not it. He is named after the violin case he carries and since he gets off in a mostly residential neighborhood, I hypothesize he is coming home from rather than on his way to a violin lesson. When he gets off, he skips, rather than walks, across the street. He seems nice.


There. Pointless/not work-related entry over.

Chris out.

Go Long!

Sorry I haven't written anything in a while. I'm going to make up for it because I have a heckuva lot to write about.

Last Wednesday/Thursday I PA'd a shoot for NFL Apparel. It was a 2-day shoot, which was a lot less than the 2 weeks I worked on the Sears job, and slightly more than the 1 day I worked on the short film. The best part (aside from the fact that the second day of shooting was in Malibu and starred Alyssa Milano) was that I'm actually getting paid for it! Friday at work, the assistant production supervisor came over to me and said, "you forgot to fill out a time card." I reacted like, "I'm getting paid!?" and was SO happy. The other intern that day was totally jealous, but he bailed on shooting, so his loss.

I have some pictures, too, that I snapped with my cell phone!
I only took pictures of the second day, because the first day was just in some neighborhood and then a parking lot.
Also, there are no pictures of Alyssa because (1) it feels like I'd be invading her personal privacy and (2) I don't want her people suing me or anything.


The backyard/pool of the Malibu mansion where we shot.


The view of Zuma Beach from the backyard.


Another view of the pool, which you might recognize if you've seen Lady Gaga's Poker Face video.


The last shot of the day, on the beach.


Malibu sunset.


...I know, right?

So, yeah. That was pretty sweet.
The director, producer, and most of the crew were the same as the Sears job, but there were a few new people as well.


On Saturday night, I hung out with this guy I met on the Banana Bread shoot, Chris, and his friends. First we played Bond, aka Hide and Seek with cars. Then, we had some Mexican food and watched a bit of TV at Chris' apartment. He drove me home at around 3am and I was so tired I fell right asleep.

Chris is awesome. Not only is he really cool and we share a lot of interests, but his life is pretty much the shit. I mean, he lives in an apartment with his buddy, not in some Malibu beach mansion, and he isn't famous but he's friend-of-a-friend with people who are.
Also, he's a tech wonder. He built himself a custom home theater system, including a high def projection TV screen that takes up his entire living room wall. People just give him laptops that are broken, he fixes them and asks if they want them back, but they say "nah, keep it," so he has all these spare laptops lying around. It was the first time in my life I've ever heard the sentence "there's a MacBook Pro in the back of my car, if you want it." He also said he could probably give me CS4 (after I told him the story of how every version of Photoshop I've had I've gotten from the guy I was dating at the time).

I knew there was a reason I love geeks.

To clarify-- just friends. No way I'm getting into anything while I'm out here. I'm leaving in less than a month.


Leaving is kind of all I can think about. I can't WAIT to go back to Oberlin and see everyone. I want to move into my house, I want to meet lots of new freshmen, I want to get going on my senior project, I want to speak Japanese again (besides talking to myself, which is kind of lame).

Jake and I have been working on our scripts for our senior projects. He's a lot faster than I am (his script is also a lot shorter) so he's already written a full first draft, while I've got 7 pages that I'm not really happy with yet. Yesterday I decided to cut out an entire character because otherwise it would just be too long. I may decide to cut out another character, but that would make the love story aspect much less interesting. Then again, maybe I don't need a love story. I don't know.


Back to the NFL shoot for a second.
What I didn't realize is that Alyssa Milano is tiny. She's 5'2" or shorter, and super skinny, except for her butt, which isn't big per se, but cute nonetheless. In fact, from behind, she looks almost exactly like one of my best friends from home, Allison, which prompted me to text Allison saying so. Then on Friday, Allison and I talked online and did some really nice catching up. She said that she and Ali (the third corner of our triumvirate) visited DASAC, the summer camp we all went to for 5-6 years. They were shocked at how much has changed, how barely any of the counselors we had are still there. One girl who was 2-3 grades younger than me in high school is a counselor now.
She also said that next year is the camp's 20th year, which means that it'll be 10 years since I first went there. That made Allison and me feel REALLY OLD, but also gave me an idea.

I already know that I'm most likely going to look for a job out here and live here next year (maybe share an apartment with my friends who are applying to USC grad school), but before I make the big Western Migration, it'd be nice to have some money. And, what better way to make some money than to work at the camp that I love so much? I'm not sure if they'll have an opening for me, and I applied to work there a couple times a few years ago and didn't get it, but I'm a lot older now and I think they might hire me.

I really like this plan. Not only would I get to work at DASAC, the place I considered for so long to be the greatest place on earth*, but it would be a sort of last farewell to the Pioneer Valley, the place where I grew up. My dad lives in Vermont now, my brother is currently working at a zoo in North Dakota (who knows where he'll go next), and my mom and her husband are trying to move to Cape Cod.
I never really thought I'd stay in Western Mass, and once I realized what I wanted to do with my life, living in New England just didn't make sense. If you want to be in "the industry," you've got basically two choices: New York or LA (or Vancouver, but face it, that would suck).

Anyway, that may or may not happen. I've got a ton of time to figure things out.


Hope this update satisfied your need for information.

Chris out.



*part of the reason I decided to go to Oberlin is that it reminded me so much of DASAC

more office encounters

I just met this guy. I didn't know until I just looked at his wikipedia page, but he directed the music video that most struck me when I first looked at Radical's website. At first I was just "oh! It's Jorma!" but then that changed into "wow, this video's amazing... *stunned silence*"


Man, I love this internship.

Happy dances and humiliations

So, remember how yesterday I said I was meeting my dad's ex for dinner? Turns out we're actually meeting tonight. I, of course, didn't find this out until I'd already waited for her for half an hour outside the restaurant. I'm ready this time, though I'm not as nicely dressed as I was yesterday. Ah well. Wearing a skirt two days in a row is still a little too much to ask of me.

Also, I'm glad I didn't wear a skirt today, because Ryan's got me moving and alphabetizing old digibeta tapes that they pulled from the building across the street last week. It's monotonous work, but not quite repetitive enough for me to zone out/meditate while doing it. That kind of thing is better suited to prepping time cards or applying mailing labels, like I used to do for Mom growing up.
Still, this task has its benefits. Not only have I stacked and sorted loads of tapes from Tarsem's and other directors' commercials and music videos, but there's a box in there that's just FULL of stuff from The Fall! I cannot explain how excited/happy that makes me. Yes, I've met Tarsem and actually spoken to him, but today I was actually able to hold in my hands a physical piece of my favorite movie! I did a little happy dance and squealed a bit. I'm surprised nobody noticed or said anything.

Speaking of Tarsem, yesterday he came up to my desk while I was working on my Arashi photoshop series and said "watching more sitcoms, are we?" I said no, and when he asked what it was I was doing now, I told him I was "playing around in photoshop." Interested, he came up behind me, so I showed him a little bit of what I was doing.
...I guess this is once again best summed up through my twitter post:

OH MY GOD TARSEM JUST LOOKED AT ME TOYING W/ PHOTOSHOP AND SAID "HMM" LIKE HE WAS PLEASED!
about 22 hours ago from web

Also, I think he said something about me having the same hair as his sister...

This isn't the first time someone here has noticed me playing in photoshop, although the other two people who I've shown have actually said more than "hmm." They both told me that I was really good, even though I protested that all I'm doing is tracing over pictures that somebody else took, then coloring them in and shading, and they said that I could charge for these... maybe I'll start offering to take commissions. I don't think I'm really good enough for that, and I make stuff for my friends for free anyway, but I guess if somebody wants to give me a photo and pay me, I can churn something out for them.

Chris out.

Creative contributions

I've finally been given the opportunity to do something I never thought I'd get to do this summer. Have some creative input on an actual project.

This morning, Chris, Dave Meyers' assistant, invited me and Kyle, the other intern here today, to come into Dave's office. Dave told us about this script he'd written and was sending around to producers, but had one flaw in two characters' relationship that he was having trouble resolving. We sat and talked and brainstormed for over an hour, it was super cool! Finally, he let us go with the "homework" assignment to do some more research/brainstorming, planning to meet back with him at the end of the day to talk over it some more.
This is kind of awesome. I won't say anything specific about the script, 'cause it feels like a breach of trust/privacy, but just the chance to talk creatively about making movies, instead of discussing practical things like time cards and shooting schedules, was a huge relief. It also reminded me how I've got to get back to work on my script for my senior project.

Tonight I'm having dinner with Kris, my dad's ex-girlfriend, who got me this internship through her connections at Radical. She lives out in Long Beach, but is in Venice for some meetings today, so we're going to meet up after I get off work and go somewhere for dinner.
I'm a little nervous since I've never met her before and I'm not sure I'll know what to talk about, but I think it'll be okay. Let's just say that I'm glad I dressed a little nicer this morning (denim skirt and blue button-up blouse over my white OCircus shirt) rather than my usual attire (jeans and a t-shirt, although I do try to dress office-appropriate). My footwear, however, is almost always my standard aquamarine flip flops that my mom bought me from CVS last summer. The only days I don't wear them is when I'm PAing a shoot, or otherwise know I'll have a lot of physical work to do, in which case I wear my Converse. The flip flops have seen better days, however, and may be ready for retirement soon. I think I'll try to hold out until the ball of my foot wears its way through completely, and I can feel the pavement when I walk. I'm cheap that way.


In Tarsem news, I have another tweet to share:

TARSEM CAUGHT ME WATCHING HIMYM AND CALLED ME A TERRIBLE PERSON FOR WATCHING A SITCOM
about 20 hours ago from web

to which Patrick replied

Tarsem apparently has bad taste in TV shows. Too bad for him.
about 16 hours ago from web

I will say, for Tarsem's benefit, that at first he thought it was Flight of the Conchords and that seemed to interest him, so his taste isn't all bad. And, as my dad pointed out this morning, as a commercial director, he's got to want people to watch TV, so he really isn't one to discourage sitcoms.
How I Met Your Mother is awesome. So there.


Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll return to manning the reception desk while Crystal's out getting lunch. AND I'll dig in to my own free turkey melt that I managed to jump in on the order for. :)

Chris out.

Weekend recap

OMG I JUST SAID "HI" TO TARSEM (the capslock is back!)
4 minutes ago from web

There you have it. I finally worked up the courage to say something to him. Well, it was more a function of the fact that there's not that many people in the office today, so as he was walking passed me, our eyes met and we exchanged hellos. I'd like to think it was a big, sweeping drama of a thing with elaborate sets and costumes, but it was the plainest, most boring of exchanges.

(If those teaser images aren't enough to make you run out and rent The Fall right now, I fear there's just no helping you)


Aaaanyway. Last week was the usual officey stuff. Then, on Saturday, I ventured out to the sketchiest of sketchy warehouses (ok, it really wasn't that bad) to PA for Banana Bread, a short action flick written and directed by Barton Landsman, starring Ron Livingston's brother (who has a cackling laugh to rival my own). Also, apparently the Fruit of the Loom's Apple Guy had a cameo during Friday's shoot.
It was a lot of fun, and I met some new people who were much more approachable than the people on the Sears shoot (not that the Sears people were cold and distant, just they were more all-business-all-the-time than the Banana Bread people).
After we wrapped and cleaned up, Pearson, a fellow PA who'd just graduated from Williams College, gave me a ride (in the director's Lexus hybrid SUV) to the wrap party, which was at this bar in the Arts District. The bar had a bouncer at the entrance checking IDs, so I thought maybe I wouldn't be able to get in, but either he didn't care or he couldn't figure out how to read a Massachusetts license, 'cause he let me in anyway. Pearson ordered drinks for me, and a good time was had by all.

Sunday meant staying in all morning/afternoon, resting after Saturday's business/craziness. Then Jake and I headed to Hollywood to see the Watchmen Director's Cut at Mann's Chinese 6. It was our first venture to the more touristy part of LA, and it was quite interesting. As for Watchmen, the director's cut was significantly longer, but it did seem to tell the story better than the original theatrical release. I think Jake put it, "it's like reciting a Shakespearean monologue, but you're pressed for time, and you don't want to cut any of the text because it's Shakespeare, so you take out all the dramatic pauses." With all Zack Snyder's "dramatic pauses" thrown back in, the movie lasted a while longer, but it worked. I wasn't bored blind, like I usually get at long movies.

Speaking of movies, I forgot to mention that Friday night Jake and I went to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince in IMAX 3D.
DON'T. DO THAT. DON'T WASTE YOUR MONEY.
The IMAX part was pretty good-- a 70mm print instead of your usual 35mm-- but the 3D was a total ripoff. The first scenes (the bridge collapse, Harry and Dumbledore visiting Slughorn's house) were in 3D, but as soon as Dumbledore and Harry arrived at the Burrow (which got blown up wtf??) a little "take your 3D glasses off now" sign flashed on the screen, and our glasses stayed off the rest of the movie. The movie was good, but the fact that no one mentioned that only the first ~20 minutes of the movie were going to be in 3D left me a little miffed.


And, since I flooded the beginning of this entry with links, then abruptly went link-free, here's something completely different.


Chris out.

I continue to be infatuated

Tarsem came in again today. It was very surreal. Allow me to convey my reaction by pasting in my twitter posts from during his visit:

TARSEM JUST WALKED IN OMG WILL THIS FEELING NEVER GO AWAY?
7 minutes ago from TweetDeck

TARSEM IS PLAYING WITH THE CREEPY ALIEN DOG
7 minutes ago from TweetDeck

I THINK I AM ASLEEP AND DREAMING -- THIS CANNOT BE REAL
5 minutes ago from TweetDeck

TARSEM JUST QUOTED MONTY PYTHON
1 minute ago from TweetDeck

I WILL NEVER STOP TALKING IN CAPS WHEN IT COMES TO TARSEM
less than a minute ago from TweetDeck

To explain the "creepy alien dog," one of the Executive Producers has this Pomeranian named Bilbo (as in Baggins) that looks like a strange combination between a teddy bear and an ewok. When it wants attention, it makes weird noises, kind of like an alien.
This is sortof what the dog looks like

except the fur on the legs is longer, there's almost no fur on the body, and what little fur there is on the body is dark grey, which stands in stark contrast to the bright orange fur of the head and legs.


Anyway, my workday's almost over. Dunno what's going on tomorrow (except that Jake and I are going to see Half-Blood Prince in IMAX 3D!), but then on Saturday morning I'm going to this sketchy warehouse to PA on a short film shoot!
I hope I don't die...

If I post here again, then you can be sure I didn't die in the sketchy warehouse.

Chris out.

Perspective.

Some of you may remember my post from a month ago where I freaked out because I was in the same room as Dave Meyers, a semi-well known music video/ad director. Well, shortly thereafter I was on set with him too, so that magic wore off, but it was still kind of cool.

Still more recently, I boasted about printing out mailing labels for Tarsem, who directed The Fall, one of my favorite movies. Pah! Mailing Labels? That's nothing!

Today, I was in the same room as Tarsem himself, although I didn't know it was him until Tracey told me hours later. He is SO COOL, this tiny preppy Indian guy with an Aston Martin and a foul mouth. I didn't speak to him or make direct eye contact or anything, but I listened to him telling dirty jokes and teaching people how to say "bullshit" in sign language (which I already know, of course*).

So, yeah, an AWESOME day today, even though most of the day felt really fruitless and I wanted so badly to go home early, I'm glad I stuck it out if only for this.
Also, my coworkers bought lunch, so I got my usual spinach quesadilla without having to pay for it, and there was an ice cream cake for Cesar's birthday (Cesar being the guy who's in charge of the parking lot and showed me a shortcut the other day that saves me ~5 minutes in my morning commute).
Ari said he was going to put the All-Star Game on, but so far that's not happening, so I guess I'll have to follow it online like I do most Red Sox games.

Also, the guys I was working with yesterday and this morning are all New Englanders! Dunno how they ended up here, but there's Mikey from Woburn, Brian from Worcester, and Phillip from New Hampshire (not sure where). It was kind of nice hearing an honest-to-goodness Boston accent out here. Reminded me of home and family (extended family, mind).

Anyway, day's almost over so I guess it's time I start packing up to head home.


I still can't believe that was Tarsem!

Chris out.



*I took it upon myself to learn lots of dirty sign language, so that if I ever go deaf, I can be really mad about it. Ask me sometime to show you how to say "eat shit and die, motherfucker!"

The new frontier

I'm writing this post from the front desk at Radical.

My first day here, one of the two receptionists unexpectedly quit. Apparently, in this economy, Radical isn't going to hire someone to replace her, so interns have been filling in. So far, only Esther has done it, but Esther isn't here today, and Kyle needs to be free to do a run because he has a car and I don't, so I've been sent up here to assist.

So far I've learned to work the phones, printed out a few mailing labels (including one for the director of one of my favorite movies), and showed people how to get to the fitting room. Now Crystal, the girl who actually works up here, is arguing with somebody over the phone because they sent 19 sandwiches when they promised food for 30 people, but once lunch is settled, I'm going to go eat. Once I've finished eating, I'll come back to the desk so that Crystal can go run errands. She says she'll be gone around 45 minutes. That means I'll be manning the desk ALONE for 45 minutes. I am freaking the heck out.

Chris out.

Slow going

I know at least one person has been eagerly awaiting my next blog post (hi Mom!), and so here it finally is.


I'm back in the office again today after almost a full two weeks on set, with a total of two days off. I only had a week to get settled in at the office, so being back here is kind of like starting all over again, except I recognize more faces. I've been here since 10 (it's currently 2:30), not doing anything, really. I asked my boss if there was anything she needed from me, or anything I could do for her, and she said no. I said, "well, okay. I'm right here if you do need me," but so far nothing. Maybe I'll ask her again when I finish writing this. The one thing somebody needed an intern to do was to go drop something off someplace, but since I don't have a car, that ruled me out pretty quick.

If I do move out here after graduating next year, I will absolutely need a car. Taking the bus has been fine for me, but almost every day (that I'm working) I run into some situation where I can't do something or something is made a lot harder for me, because I don't have a car.
It helps that I have my license, though. On Thursday, the last day of the Sears shoot, at the end of the day, I was trying to figure out how to get home (because it was kind of far, so taking the bus would've sucked balls). The director asked me if I was a good driver, I said yes (duh), and so I drove her car back to Westwood.
Turns out she doesn't like driving, which works out perfectly for me, since I love to drive. She was visiting from New York, so she had a rental car (which I probably wasn't supposed to be driving, but I didn't get into an accident so it doesn't really matter now, does it?). It was pretty nice, to be behind the wheel again. I miss driving. More so than I miss it when I'm at school, because at school I don't really go anywhere, just walk around campus. Here, I commute every day, and even though the traffic is terrible, I'd much rather be driving than riding the bus.

On the topic of plans for after graduation, Jake and I have been throwing around some ideas. He wants to go to film school, preferably at USC or UCLA, so if that happens for him, he and I could find an apartment (maybe with Patrick too, if he goes the film school route as well) and begin the adventure of living in LA (for reals!). All this is contingent upon finding a job, of course, and it's not even close to top priority at the moment, but it's something we've talked about. If things go well this summer, maybe I can keep up a relationship with Radical.... who knos.


Let me take this opportunity to say that the 'w' key on my keyboard is being a bit tricky, so if there are any typos because of that, you'll just have to excuse me. If there are typos that in no way involve the letter 'w' well, that's just my own damn fault.


Yesterday I went over to Jake's apartment and we worked on writing our senior projects. He introduced me to a program called Celtx, which is the free, open source version of a softare he uses (the name of which I forget at the moment). It took me a while to figure it out, but I think I'm getting the hang of it, and I've started writing the opening montage.

He also lent me the book Story, by Robert McKee, a book that's been recommended by several of my cinema professors, but which I'd never taken a look at before. I read the chapter on "The Substance of Story" last night and this morning, and it was really helpful.
More reading material came to me in the mail last week-- the newest issue of Film Comment from Dad. Finally, having a dad who works at a magazine printing company finally yields something useful! I read a bit of that on the bus this morning, and it made the trip a lot more pleasant. With things going at this rate, I might not need to get a library card after all!


Now, I never made any promises to keep this thing regularly updated, so don't expect stuff to appear here soon.

Back to work with me!
-C

10-1

Today's been a day off for me. I slept for a total of ~20 hours between getting home last night and right now. It's hard to imagine that I only spent 3 days on set. There's another small shoot tomorrow at the office for the webisode, and then we're finishing up the commercial at some high school in Van Nuys on Monday.


This time, I'd like to be a bit more specific than just "here's what I did today!" Today's blog post is about walkies. These little buddies are your best friend on set. You have one clipped on your belt all day, with an earpiece stuck in your ear, listening closely in case someone calls your name. The walkies come with their own little lingo, so I'll offer a quick glossary for you.

"copy"
This is what you hear in movies when people talk to each other via walkie talkie. Basically, it's short for "gotcha" or "I understand."

"go for ____"
How you answer the walkie. When someone calls my name, for instance, I respond "go for Christine." If it's something quick, then they'll ask me right away, but if they have something more complicated to talk about that'll take a while, they'll say "switch to 2," to which I'll reply "switching" then change my walkie from channel 1 to channel 2, where we carry on our conversation.

"standby"
If you call someone but they can't answer right away, instead of saying "go for ___" they'd say "standby for ___" until they're ready to talk.

"20"
When someone wants to know where you are, they ask for your location, aka your 20.

"10-1"
The title of this blog post, 10-1 is short for 10-100, and it means that you've gone off set, usually to the bathroom or something like that. Not sure what that has to do with 10-100, but that's what I'm told it stands for.
The common joke on set is that 10-200 is when you're... well... you're probably going to be a while. ;)

"hot brick"
A hot brick is a charged battery. As an intern, I walk around with at least one charged battery on me at all times, in case someone needs one. As the day goes on, I'll carry around upwards of 4 hot bricks, although that's pretty overkill. I just like to be prepared, you know?
When someone's walkie is running out of battery, it makes a little chirping noise, at which point they'll call out "hot brick!" meaning they need a fresh battery. This is when I jump in and yell "got one!"

"Mucho Gusto!"
Something only likely to be heard over the airwaves at our set, Mucho Gusto is the nickname the 1st AD has for Simmie, the youngest of the 10 kids featured in this ad. Whenever Simmie steps on set, he (and subsequently other crew members) call out "Mucho Gusto!" As the days of the shoot went on, this became a bigger phenomenon, so much so that near the end of the day yesterday, somebody lent her their mic so everybody could hear her little voice in their ear saying "that's a wrap on MUCHO GUSTO!!"
She's adorable.


Now, that's about all I can think of to say on the topic of walkie talkies, so it's PICTURE TIME! I actually brought my camera to set yesterday, instead of trying to take pictures on my phone camera. Once again, I've blurred/pixelated people's faces, 'cause I don't want to take any risks exposing people who don't want to be exposed.


Here's a peek at what it looks like to be on set, taken from the area set up for the parents to sit and watch the monitor. Bottom right corner is the top of TJ's mom's head. She's been really nice to me.


A closeup of the monitor which the parents were watching. Keep an eye out for this shot in the commercial! (with a lot less green, of course)


The reverse view; set as seen from up near the stage. And yes, that is a TARDIS on Dana's desktop background. :)


The kids on stage reviewing dance moves before a shot.


TJ and Brianne go over the ever-evolving Sears Kids' secret handshake.


More kids on stage, getting ready to dance.


ME! complete with Red Sox hat and walkie headset.


The view from the inside of the (mostly empty) production truck.


That same view, zoomed in. What's that over yonder? Let's look closer...


That's right! It's the Paramount Water Tower!


Also, the Hollywood sign, as seen from the bus stop at Santa Monica Blvd. and Vine St.


Another closeup, to prove that I was actually that close.

Second day on set

I'm back in the apartment after another long day of work on the Sears shoot. My back hurts, my head is pounding, I have one of the biggest blisters I've ever seen, and I had an amazing day.

Yesterday was spent doing random jobs, and when I wasn't doing that, I was getting to know the 10-14 year old kids that are starring in the ad (pictured below, w/ faces blurred just to be safe, even though they'll all be on national TV in a week or so). They're awesome, talented, and some of the nicest people on set. Their parents are great too-- not the "show moms" you'd expect. Dana said they weeded out the annoying/impatient kids/parents during casting, and I can see why.


They're all here except Leo, which is a shame because he's a total sweetheart and he helps me carry stuff around. :)

I do stuff like bring the kids juice in between takes, to keep them hydrated and energized after all the dancing they're doing. They work these kids hard!


But anyway, I spent a lot of time with the kids yesterday and today, but today was the first time I really got to meet the adults on set, in addition to the PAs I was working with yesterday. The way I met everyone could have been better though...

Dana gave me a clipboard and a bunch of release forms saying that everybody on this set had to sign one for the behind the scenes video footage that is going online as some webisode thing. Now, a bunch of these guys are Guild/Union workers, so the last thing you want to do is walk up and tell them they have to sign something. I learned early on the right way to approach people in order to get them to be okay signing a release.
Some people were nicer about it than others. A few flat-out refused to sign, saying they'd talked to the camera people already and made sure they were NOT to be filmed. A lot of people asked me what it was for and why the heck did they need all this information? Most people were pretty cool about it, though, if I came to them when they weren't in the middle of something, and if I called them 'sir' or 'ma'am' and thanked them a lot after. One guy followed me around, joking with the people I was trying to get to sign telling them to 'ask for money up front' before they signed anything. One guy (I won't say who, but he was pretty far up the ladder) refused to sign, told me I was doing it wrong, and then later when I went up to him again, signed the form Sammy Sosa. I noticed it pretty quickly, and knew I'd have to go get him to do it again, but I was too scared to approach him the rest of the day.

THEN, as if people weren't teasing me enough about being the 'girl with the clipboard' asking them to sign their lives away, I was given the task of going around and getting everyone to sign off on the sheet saying that they knew the safety rules and everything. Luckily, this time I wasn't walking up to random people with blank forms, trying to remember who I had and hadn't gotten to sign. This time, the sheets had peoples' names and positions written down on it, which meant I started to actually learn who people are and what they do. I'm on this duty again tomorrow, so hopefully when we finally wrap on this thing, I'll be able to walk around like I know people.

When I wasn't getting signatures (re: avoiding the intimidating people) or passing out juice boxes, I struck up conversations with crew members who weren't really busy. They were all super nice and helpful, asking me what I was interested in, how I got the internship, and telling me what they do and how they got started. I was talking to one of the cameramen who asked me what I wanted to do, and as I said "well, I really like editing," the VTR guy just so happened to be walking by. Later, I snuck back so I could look over his shoulder at his SWEET setup, and I asked if he minded if I watched him, and he said "now that I know you're into editing, you can go right ahead." He was really cool, and really on top of stuff. He said he didn't really know what was going on in terms of how what was being filmed at any given moment was going to fit into the ad, but by consulting with the script supervisor and getting timecode from the sound guy, he was basically putting together a cut on Final Cut Pro in between camera setups.

Enough technical jargon for now. I suppose that stuff's probably only interesting to me and maybe one or two other people who will ever possibly read this blog (do one or two other people read this blog as it is?).

I also got to talk a lot with another PA named Patrick near the end of the day. He told me about how he was going to college to enter the music business, but when his professor told him that no matter what or how much he studied, he'd be making people coffee to begin with, he quit school and moved down to LA. He landed an internship with Hans Zimmer's company for no pay, showed up every day whether he was told to or not, so that a few weeks later when he cut back to only 3 days a week, Hans came out looking for him, somebody told him that he wasn't there, and Hans said "why? Haven't you hired him yet?"
There are all kinds of stories like that about how people got into this line of work in all sorts of different ways, but Patrick talked with me for a while about how I just need to ALWAYS be there, and ALWAYS volunteer my time for no money, just to show people that I'm here and you can use me.
He said that the production people and other people on set were saying good stuff about me, like how nobody could tell that this was only my second day ever of being on a shoot. I'm not sure how much of it was just him being nice, but he said that he's worked on a lot of jobs with a lot of interns, and that usually he can tell when the interns just don't have it in them to make it, and he said that I've got it. He also said that this guy Chris, the head production supervisor, who is really dry and intimidating, was saying nice stuff about me. That really surprised me, 'cause he's another one of those few guys on set who I'm really intimidated by. Patrick encouraged me to stay on his and the other production supervisor's radar back at Radical even after the shoot, because they're really good people to get to know in this business.

I don't really know what I'm doing that's so special. Someone tells me to do something? I do it. I'm standing there with nothing to do? I ask whoever's closest if they have anything I can help with. Nobody needs my help? I ask people like the parents and the security guards (always good people to have on your side) if they want any drinks or snacks. They finish their drinks and snacks? I make sure there's a trash can there for them to throw it away. They don't throw it away? (and believe me, most of them don't) I come by and throw stuff away for them.
Like I said yesterday, I've got to find the right mix of being there to help and staying out of peoples' way. To me, that doesn't seem like anything extraordinary, it's just what seems right to do. I feel like that's what any intern should be doing, and I think as an intern, I could be doing a whole lot more.
But hey, at least I showed up today. The other intern on the call sheet didn't even do that.

SO, after another long day on set, Dana gave me a ride home (she promised to drive me by the Hollywood sign tomorrow after wrap). I got in, ate a bowl of cinnamon cereal for dinner (don't worry, Mom, they feed us so well at craft services that I really don't need a huge dinner), and here I am writing this blog post. Then tomorrow, I wake up before 5am and start it all over again. Dunno yet if there'll be a "Third day on set" post, but I suppose if it happens, it'll happen. I doubt I'll run out of stuff to talk about. ;)

First day on set

If I haven't written in a while, it's because I'm not sure exactly what I want to write. I want to keep this focused on the intern experience this summer, not just saying random stuff like "there are smelly homeless people on the bus" or "the Transformers 2 premiere was last night about two blocks from my apartment, but all it did was make the sidewalk very crowded." That's more suited to the likes of twitter or facebook.

That said, I can definitely write about today.

Today is my first day on set of a Sears commercial we're shooting. Not sure how much I can say w/o breaking privacy rules or whatever, but I can talk about how my day's been.

I spent all night last night trying to figure out how the heck I was going to get from my apartment at UCLA to the studio in West Hollywood in time for my 6:00 call. Once the socaltransport.org server stopped failing, I got my itinerary figured out, set my alarm for 4:30, and set out to get a few hours of sleep. In order to make sure I didn't miss my alarm or wake up my roommates at an unreasonable hour, I set my phone to vibrate and stuffed it down my sportsbra. It worked in that it woke me up at 4:30. My mistake was in not setting a second alarm to make sure I got out of bed (this is why I have four alarms at school).
I woke up at 5:40, got dressed as fast as I can, grabbed an apple ('cause I didn't know if I'd catch craft services in time), and walked as fast as I could to the bus stop a block and a half away, where I waited for maybe 20 minutes for the next bus. I called Dana, the head PA, letting her know that I was gonna be late, and she said it was fine, that she used to take the bus all the time and she understands.
Then, it was another 3 1/2 blocks to the studio, where I got a sticker and a walkie-talkie and met Dana. I met a lot of other people too, but it took me a while to remember their names/jobs.
I did various jobs, like carrying chairs from the production truck to the studio, running production schedules and call sheets back and forth, walking to the local supermarket to buy bottles of Fiji water for the talent, and sitting at the gate telling extras where to go.
I've taken to wearing my Red Sox hat around just in case that's how people remember who I am. God knows I remember people based on what they're wearing when I meet them. I'm screwed for tomorrow.
At some point Dana will be sending me the remix of the song for the video so I can time it out, but as of now it's 9:45, and I'm taking a sec to sit down, breathe, and write here. I'm keeping an eye (or rather an ear) on the walkie in case anyone needs me, but I doubt it.
I guess I'm good here, so I'll shut this baby down and walk around to see if anyone needs anything. It's a hard mix between wanting to be available and not getting in the way. I'll figure it out, I'm sure. Apparently yesterday they wrapped at 8pm, so I'll be here a while yet. AND I'm coming back tomorrow. Not sure if I'll be here Thursday and Friday too, or if I'll be back in the office. I know they've got some work for me there, so if the other interns are gonna be on set, I might just let them have it.

mini-star shock

I don't want to write much right now, 'cause I'm still at work, but I just needed to say:

I'M IN THE SAME ROOM AS THIS GUY!!

Chris out.

Final destination: LA

I suppose I should probably post something, seeing as I've been here since Thursday.

Thursday, I left Hartford for Las Vegas. Long flight, boring flight, aisle seat, you know the drill.
The land around Las Vegas is unlike anything I've seen. It's flat, flat, flaaaat, MOUNTAIN! flat, flaaat, MOUNTAIN! town! flaaaat...
Also, the roofs of all the buildings are red. This must make it hard for Red Roof Inns, but on the other hand, it must make it really easy to spot an IHOP.
(Damn, now I really want IHOP. More on fast food later.)
After Vegas, the flight to LA was fine. Jake was there waiting for me at baggage claim, and he drove me back to his apartment, where I've been staying since then.

Jake's place is AWESOME(ly located*). As far as the apartment goes, there's... a room... and a bathroom and kitchen. I've been sleeping on an air mattress that we deflate every day because otherwise it's impossible to walk around the room.

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Aaanyway, Jake and I have been mainly hanging out. Thursday night we saw The Hangover, then Friday I chilled while he went to work. Yesterday, we watched The Bad Seed, aka a hilariously creepy movie.
Then, we walked along Venice boardwalk, where we saw The Original Food (pictured below), and the US Sumo Federation finals, which would determine who would compete at the World Championships in Egypt.
Finally, last night, I showed Jake Rocknrolla, which I believe is the fifth time I've watched it.

I promised more about fast food, and here it is: West Coast fast food is SO MUCH BETTER than East Coast fast food. So far, Jake and I have eaten at Fatburger, Shakey's Pizza, and El Pollo Loco, and gotten delicious meals at ~$6 each. Tonight we're going to try an In-n-Out Burger or maybe a Carl's Jr. Don't worry, though, I'm not *entirely* pigging out. I have been having an apple a day!

Anyway, I'm going to show Jake a few pointers in Photoshop, so I'll check back in here later (and hopefully sooner than next weekend ;P )


And here it is: The Original Food

As Jake said, people must've been pretty hungry before they came along.

T minus 1 day

Today is Wednesday, June 10th. Tomorrow I fly out to LA (via Vegas). I'm a ball of nervous excitement.

Today's plans are (1) laundry, (2) packing, (3) seeing Ali (though not in that order) and (4) trying to get a good night's sleep.

We'll see how things go.

Inaugural post

Welcome to Cloverleaf Pictures, the website/blog for me, Chris Gentes, as I dip my toes into the water that is the film/tv/video media industry.

The whole reason I'm starting this blog is because this summer, I'll be doing an internship at @radical.media in Los Angeles. Carrie Chiusano (of "Phillip and Carrie" fame, although that means almost nothing to most people, it's just how I refer to them) asked me if I was going to blog my experiences this summer. At first, I was against it, not sure whether I'd be able to keep up the commitment, but then I decided to give it a go. You never know until you try, right?

So, here it is. My new blog. Enjoy.