Boom operator at Film Outside the Frame, held at Paramount Pictures! That is Distinguished LMU Alumnus TV writer Melissa Blake and her husband writer/producer/director Roberto Orci. (at Paramount Pictures)
I feel like I’m going insane. So much stuff has been happening and I feel like I need to write about it, but I want to be anonymous, but I don’t? Does that make sense? I’m just going to talk about today.
But that actually starts with yesterday. Yesterday, I slept in for once, even though I had a project due at 7pm that night. I am in film school, and I had to edit a final cut of Gunsmoke on Avid, export it, and turn it in, with the bars and tones and blah blah blah at the beginning hitting the correct timestamp etc. I hate my rough cut, so I plan to redo the whole thing. (Mistake). Anyways, so I get up, I actually take my time making breakfast, getting ready, doing my hair, and my make up. I know I’m taking like 2 hours too long, but I’m thinking, “I deserve this,” because the past weekend I have scrambled and filmed a project at 6am, and editing, and had MAJOR problems exporting on Avid the night before, keeping me up until 3am as my body is recovering from a terrible sinus infection. I deserve this. So, long story short, everything is a disaster, my prof gets to the class at 7, I’m exporting (barely), I export it in the wrong dimensions, too bad. Fast forward to after class (10:30pm) I’m showing my friend the cut… I didn’t select one of the video tracks or something, so it’s missing like half of my cuts. It looks BAD. I go to open Avid on my computer… something has happened, and it is totally effed and won’t open. An error message appears telling me to call customer support. Great.
Luckily, I’m still at school, so I go back to the lab to export, only to find a plethora of new problems with my timeline… I export like 6 more times, changing things along the way (not even the cuts, just like, FORMATTING stuff), and finally, I get one that meets the criteria (though the sound is slightly off sync at the end). I email it to my professor with an explanation, and she states clearly on her syllabus no late work is accepted. I hope for the best, knowing I already have one strike against me for looking at mattresses online during class and getting caught (that’s a whole other story, why I was even doing that).
So then I call Avid customer support. It is 1am. I am online with the technician working through my computer until about 3am, when it is fixed. I drive home.
Cut To: This morning, or afternoon should I say, when I woke up at 12:04pm. No email from my editing prof. Typical. She hates me, I’m sure. I deserve an F on that project. So I stay in bed, no glasses (I’m legally blind in both eyes), and watch youtube videos from my phone. One is a video my friend posted about veiling yourself in the presence of the Eucharist. This video hits me hard, because last weekend I visited home (to pick up my mom’s car, since I recently totaled mine… yeah), and told her about how my boyfriend and I plan to get married next year. Yay! She is excited. But then I explain to her that the reason I know he’s the one is that, “he brought me to Jesus.” This deeply offends my mom, who CLEARLY brought me to Jesus (you can be brought multiple ways, you know) at a young age. Which I never denied, and always cite in my testimony. But you know, he brought me to Jesus in the Eucharist. This leads to a 3 hour (no joke) diatribe from my mom, who is Protestant, explaining why there is nothing special about the Catholic host, that Orthodox Christians (Armenians, like us) are first, and even going so far as to say something about the Eurcharist (JESUS) I found truly offensive and made me feel extremely unsafe. I was persecuted, to say the least, by my own mother. So the video about veiling hit home. I cried… unabashedly cried. I need Jesus. I feel so much pain and aloneness.
I finally decide to get up. I stand up, pretty blind, put my hand on my bedside table… into a cup full of juice and carbonated water that crashes down onto my brand new apartment’s white carpet. Luckily it was light juice, no visible damage I can see so far. I don’t even have carpet cleaner at my apartment yet. So I soak it up, spray Febreeze, put a fan on it and hope for the best.
Then I go to the kitchen make some tea. I put a bit of water in a pot, put the stove on high and leave. I go to my room and COMPLETELY forget about the boiling pot. I am scrolling through FB at this point and come across a post, and there is a picture of a woman sipping tea. BINGO. I go in the kitchen so find the pot, with the bottom RED hot, and the shape of the coils visible underneath. I take the pot off, go to my room, look up how the pot can be salvaged (I didn’t smell anything burnt, so I don’t think it’s too bad), and just wonder what in the hell is wrong with me. It’s 3pm, I have nothing to show for it, except a stained carpet, a burnt pot, and this ridiculous blog post.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinner now and at the hour of our death.
Amy Poehler was new to SNL and we were all crowded into the seventeenth-floor writers’ room, waiting for the Wednesday read-through to start. There were always a lot of noisy ‘comedy bits’ going on in that room. Amy was in the middle of some such nonsense with Seth Meyers across the table, and she did something vulgar as a joke. I can’t remember what it was exactly, except it was dirty and loud and ‘unladylike.’
Jimmy Fallon, who was arguably the star of the show at the time, turned to her and in a faux-squeamish voice said, ‘Stop that! It’s not cute! I don’t like it.’
Amy dropped what she was doing, went black in the eyes for a second, and wheeled around on him. ‘I don’t fucking care if you like it.’ Jimmy was visibly startled. Amy went right back to enjoying her ridiculous bit. (I should make it clear that Jimmy and Amy are very good friends and there was never any real beef between them. Insert penis joke here.)
With that exchange, a cosmic shift took place. Amy made it clear that she wasn’t there to be cute. She wasn’t there to play wives and girlfriends in the boys’ scenes. She was there to do what she wanted to do and she did not fucking care if you like it.”
- Bossypants (Tina Fey)
The look today is called “8 hours of sleep/showered in last 24 hours/light make up/film school survivor.” If you didn’t know, it’s a miracle all of these circumstances conspired simultaneously. #survivor #lmu #sftv (at Loyola Marymount University)
Epic selfie! #sftv #lmu