![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) richardlovett; i'm a private soul |
[Aug. 1st, 2020|01:48 am] |
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[Aug. 1st, 2010|02:57 am] |
What a rough day.
Dogs man. I’m telling you, if you ever want to feel like the king of the world, get yourself a dog. I picked up an Australian Shepard a few years ago -- beautiful dog, and I mean beautiful -- and... you come home from the studio, you know, feeling down and out and all kinds of exhausted, and there he is. Just waiting. When you come home it’s like the greatest thing to happen in his world. Garcia (my dog), just starts going crazy, and no matter how rough the day was -- and I mean bad -- it suddenly gets a little bit easier knowing that someone out there is just ecstatic that you are alive.
That’s mostly what today was. Filming Hall Pass has been seven levels of rough, everything from unexpected rain on the outdoor sets to a series of lighting malfunctions on the indoor... to top it all off, the Farrellys started to get a little bit snappy with the cast. It was, in general, just one of those days, I guess. Some of the crew got tired of doing takes, especially because so much of the script is made of ad-libbing -- or at least, there are spaces where ad-libbing would be acceptable -- that things started to get jumbled. One line would work great, but the shot would be ruined by lights or weather or someone tripping over a cord, and we’d have to redo it and I wouldn’t be able to remember exactly what I’d said the first time around. Or the inflection, or... whatever. All in all? A frustrating day.
But like I said. I came home and there was Garcia, looking for all the world like I was a god-send. Heck, he was probably just waiting on some fresh kibble, but watching him run around because I was finally hope completely perked my day up. It’s good to have a dog. Other than that, not much has been going on. Filming, working with new people, (a prospect that’s always equal parts thrilling and terrifying. I’m incredibly relieved to find that I get along with all of my co-workers... famously haha), coming home to my dog, and occasionally, writing... things have been simple as of late, which is exactly what I want. Consider it existential, like Thoreau.
I intend to go out in a while and grab some dinner. It’ll probably just be some Mexican food from up the road, but the walk will be nice, I can take Garcia with me, and then I’ll get to spend the rest of the evening unwinding, which is exactly what this kind of day calls for. |
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