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Well,
hello again.
I have journalled for you, dear
reader, my first two days at the TV station. Not allot to report, except for
the fact that by the end, everyone who takes all 26 courses, is considered a
producer. I already made a decent impression on the head of programming.
Here are the first two days of my intrepid (or insipid, your choice) trek to
DC to become, well, something closer to a filmmaker.
Enjoy.
Day One August 6th, 2002
5: 40 P.M.
Well, first class and already eight pages into my new script. And class
hasn't even started yet.
These aren't for consideration here. I am submitting one or two scripts for
Project Greenlight. Perhaps I can edit something together for the directing
gig too, but I am not entirely certain I am ready for that yet.
On a side note, I just ran into the head of programming ehre, and he has
already told me where his office is and says he can't wait to see what I do
for the station.
Must be desperate.
Ok, no more guessing about how it's going to go, class is starting.
9:25
Back on the train. I hate the commute to get to this place. I enjoy trains,
I just worry about what happens if we get stuck and the toilet breaks.
Eeewww.
But I digress. Just think about shit because that's who I am writing for.
Hey, you named yourselves the Crapper. Not my fault. Thankfully I don't
believe it can EVER live up (or down) to that name. Although this column is
coming really, really close. But I digress.
The class was interesting at best. Ok, to be honest, this prologue for the
end of the class, is being written the night my column is due. Nothing
really inspiring HAPPENED in the class. It was a free class, we were taught
by a kind New Zealander who was going to Australia the next daya nd this was
his last night. The class wasn't terribly interesting, as it was basically
an introductiont o what we will be doing in all the OTHER classes. The only
interesting thing that happened during the class, didn't happen during the
class. It was during the ride home. I sat next to the cutest guy on the way
home, kinda like Tyrese, but with a Mike Tyson-sized lisp. Christ I couldn't
understand most of what he was saying, but i was just happy that he was
talking to me, as opposed to the guy who smelled like B.O.
Wait, that was me that day. Dammit.
Day Two August 7th, 2002
5:10 P.M.
Taking the train to my classes, I do like the upcoming topics and teachers.
Unfortunately, after day three, I won't be back tot his place for a month or
so.
I have to save up the money to afford the classes.
SO I need to go get me a real jobby job. Christ I hate working with the
public. Think I may go out for tele-marketing. I hate it, but it also puts
me in touch with some much needed job angst.
I do know that today and tomorrow I focus on being in front of the camera.
Shit,t he train just pulled in.
I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.
10:15
Holy shit!
Two things happened to me this evening.
One, I missed the subway, and am currently stuck in a 24 hour McDonald's in
Union Station (DC) writing this.
I feel like, like singing!
I missed the buss, I missed the bus, and it s something that I will never
ever do again.
Now while you get the image of a 270 pound white guy who sounds like Liza
Minelli on crack rapping Kris Kross songs from 12 years ago, lets discuss
the OTHER thing that happened this evening.
Two, I did the introduction. We had to do an introduction of ourselves to
the class. Say whatever we wanted, and make eye contact with the camera.
And something I have never, ever seen happen occurred. They laughed at me.
They thought I was hilarious. I had a room full of 20 black people all
rolling on the ground, as I introduced myself. I can't even recall what I
said. Trust me when I say on paper it wasn't as funny. I didn't even script
it, as we weren;t allowed to read from a script at all.
I think Andy would've been proud.
Day Three August 8th, 2002
6:15 P.M.
I am still home. The kitten I was watching began to throw up, right as I was
heading out the door.
And petting him.
So, after changing out of my better smelling set of clothes, I found myself
with nothing to ear, and my last train had left 15 minutes ago.
And I do mean nothing. So as I sit here, in my unmentionables, I find myself
longing for that day in September when school starts.
Christ, I am excited about school starting, never thought I would say that.
Till next week, enjoy your time on the Crapper! |
