Ogggg… OR I’m Tired: the Sequel
Good morning Tappers.
Hey, is that condecending? You know, that I call my (2-3) readers Tappers? There’s another blog I read sometimes and the author calls her readers a certain name and I sort of find it condecending a little bit. I don’t think it’s so much that she has a name for her readers as much as it’s the name she chose.
I don’t want to be that guy. So, you know, let me know.
Hi. I’m tired this morning.
You see, I got assigned the mother-of-all tasks last week and this week. They’ve got ol’ TKT under the gun, working on a pretty big video project here at work. Word got around here that I’ve got a little film/writing background and they thought:
“Hey, we should have that one guy do a video for us. Something fun, something interesting, something that needs to be done in an extremely short amount of time.”
Shot of TKT looking all bewildered-like into the lens. It punches in for a Sam Raimi extreme close-up. The guy never knew what hit him.
So, yeah. That’s what I’ve been doing instead of posting things on the old bloggy blog. My time at work is literally clogged with planning scenes, rewriting stuff, setting up shots, figuring out how we’ll ever get this edited in time, and trying to get actors to just read what I wrote for god’s sake…
But you know what? It’s been a lot of fun. You know, except for the ulcers and the crying.
Oh…right. What the heck am I doing? What’s the premise of the video? Well, I’m glad I asked myself. We’re doing a send-up of ‘The Office’ with our own goofy cast of characters. We’re making it apply to what we do here at my job and taking shots at management and…
You know, it sounds a lot better when I don’t talk about it. Really. I actually bored myself just then. My favorite part? We have fake commercials between the segments and there’s one where another guy and I do an homage to the ‘Lazy Sunday’ video from SNL. Haven’t seen it? Before last week, neither had I.
Anyway…progress on GOODHALO is clipping along. I’m just about halfway done with draft 2.5 and I’m already seeing it firming up nicely. By the time I sit down with the ol’ scalpel and jackhammer, I’m gonna shape this thing into something magical…
And no, I haven’t forgotten about the contest for your very own copy of PATRICK’S SUPER SOCKS, suitable for reading to, you know, 4-6 year olds. Details on that big ol’ beast is coming up.
Okay. My head is about to hit the keyboard. I must be off.