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I am really enjoying my job these days.
The live action shooting is really what I consider the real pay for working the job that I do. it sucks that the fabrication part sucks out my soul. I like performing with puppets that I have actually made, but I'm afraid that there is little to no chance that I will go back to that job again. I do plan on performing for the live shoots, and i hope to fabricate at least one of the main creatures if there is a next season, but that is it. It's unfortunate, because with some personnel changes, and some redirecting of priorities (such as taking at least a few steps to make sure that the place was even a bit less harmful on the lungs for one...), it could be a terrific experience all way around. Oh to be the one in charge of hiring.....
My days aren't terribly interesting to write about. I spend them sitting under a table, spacing out between shots
, looking at the camera dolly
and people's legs as they run about
, endlessly setting up lights, props and stages
, (which, unfortunately, I am not allowed to show)
and watching my puppeteering in a monitor
. My arm gets really tired. Oh yeah- I perform too, but it really takes up the least amount of time over the other activities.
That's about it with my day these days. Sometimes it's marionettes, sometimes it's hand puppets, but it is usually fun (for that 25% of the time that isn't filled with the hell of char fab that is...). I wish that I could show you the cool sets and props in their glory, but I would get sued, and that would be that. I will take pictures of the display at the Metreon soon though. I can show that at least.
I have found myself frustrated by my self editing in this here blog. I will continue to do it, though there are things that I get tempted to write about that I don't for fear of giving bit more insight into me and my life than they bargained for, but there will inevitably be periods that I will bust outta my tight sphincter. I think that I would end up with a more compelling thing to read, but there are a lot of sides to it that I am still mulling around. I guess another thing is that I like leaving some mystery. Kind of like the Meep Mystery. If I was flashin' meep around all the time, he wouldn't beckon you forth as powerfully as he does- ya know?
Bed time...
The big, fat words of eeno at January 16, 2002 10:10 PM
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I am feeling the need to build a sarcophagus for the meepster. Iz dat obeekaybee wit you?
I make sure I leave room fer all the hippy shite like the crystals and all.
Edsmonkey's werdz of wizdum, deposited here on January 16, 2002 10:53 PM
Whoa!! Yet again that sentence at the top of the page changed! I don't think it's very stable. I wouldn't trust it with things like paying the bills or feeding the pets.
galurpgalurp's werdz of wizdum, deposited here on January 16, 2002 11:01 PM
I know what you mean about self editing and on line journaling. I try to remember that the journal is just for me. It is an experiment for me to be as open as I can ANd deal with my day to day poop but spitting it out and looking at it. I think it is dull like a laundry list. It is evidence that I do the same thing all the time. I think perhaps it would be more emotional if I wrote it from home in the middle of the night. But, I am still doing that no net, no tv, no phone thing at home....not for too much longer. Ack pre coffee kick in post...is long and rambly.
t's werdz of wizdum, deposited here on January 17, 2002 08:06 AM
I ~always~ notice that the top sentence has changed. Always. (I really need to get a life....)
sidddd's werdz of wizdum, deposited here on January 17, 2002 08:13 AM
I had a life once, but I sold it for a Twinkie. Then I broke my twinkie and had to throw it away. Now I don't have a twinkie.
eeno's werdz of wizdum, deposited here on January 17, 2002 09:13 AM
I found a broken twinkie in the garbage once, and I ate it. Now I don't have it anymore because I pooped and it went away.
feener's werdz of wizdum, deposited here on January 17, 2002 08:44 PM
I have a difficult time with approaching the writing side of this as merely writing for myself, as my parents, and coworkers (not to mention people that I may be a courtin') show up, and though they know that I am a hideous mutant, they not want to know the details.
eeno's werdz of wizdum, deposited here on January 18, 2002 01:08 PM
STOP IT! you are making me more pariniod.
*eyes fill with tears*
I know I am a freak because I find details more interesting than mystery. well in the end.
t's werdz of wizdum, deposited here on January 18, 2002 02:07 PM
I am the same way. Maybe I'll take your lead.
Another problem is that there are people in my life who would prefer more privacy. I understand that this is their issue, but I do my best (generally speaking) to respect people's boundaries .
I am glad that you approach your blog in the way that you do. I haven't been reading it long enough to see any of the type of exposure that I was talking about.- You know- the really juicey juice. I get tempted to plop some of it out, and in reality it probably wouldn't really matter if I did. Those few that don't want TMI would still read, and judge, but I am sure that the people that i truly care about would get it.
eeno's werdz of wizdum, deposited here on January 18, 2002 08:52 PM
oh that juice.
That is on my friends only list. You have to be logged in as a friend to read it.
*teehee*
Ok I guess I am a little parinoid anyway....
t's werdz of wizdum, deposited here on January 21, 2002 05:18 PM
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