Cold, rainy March. Ugh. Forget that. Yesterday I decided to get some coding done instead.
I got so wrapped up in it I completely forgot to write a post. That’ll happen, I’m afraid. Flash is a demanding mistress. So that’s what I did yesterday. All day. That flippy TwitPic image thingamahooie you see above is my post for Monday. If you’re reading this after March 23rd, or you’re not on the front page, that probably doesn’t make much sense. (Maybe if you visited more often :( )
Good day for indoor stuff anyhow. And today’s much the same. But you know what? I’m absolutely certain that spring officially started today, regardless of what any calendar says: they’re shooting something again.
Hmm. The notice looks strikingly familiar. The three-ring holes, the bright colour. The “we’re taking over your street”.
To be honest, I honestly don’t believe I’ve seen anything they’ve shot here. Doesn’t sound like the kind of stuff I’d watch anyway. “Lost Girl”, lost me at “Lost”.
However, I did get to watch the crew work. Seems like a pretty sweet gig. They begin by standing around, drinking coffee, and shooting the shit:
This goes on for some time. Okay, it’s still early (no idea why I was up), so that’s necessary.
Then they tarp over the lights, fans, and racks of stuff I couldn’t possibly identify, and haul them over to the location. After that, run the cables back to the trucks:
Then more standing around.
Took them all of an hour. They’re probably part of a bloodthirsty union so you know they’re being treated well.
But there’s something that the above photos give away – they were taken from my flat. Had the space heater going to warm my delicate fingers and I didn’t have to lift anything. Then right back inside for some Dao Sa buns and a glass of soy bean milk. Filthy habits I picked up on my travels — but I get to indulge. No union dues either. I’ll worry about rent when the cops are dragging me out of here.