May 17, 2013 • 11:18 pm 0
March 29, 2013 • 8:59 pm 3
Back in the old days, to get to the perms one would climb a rope ladder. Then, someone figured out that this was probably unsafe and something about which the dirty toolbelt people might be able to sue.
Enter the wall ladder.
If you’ve ever tried to climb a rope ladder, you will agree that a ladder fixed to a wall is much safer.
But still not that safe.
Enter the cage.
The cage prevents said ladder climber from falling to his or her death (or severe injury) and features a handy platform halfway – not for resting, but to allow more than one person to climb the ladder simultaneously. One person climbs the bottom half, and when that person steps off the lower ladder and onto the platform, the next person starts up.
Mostly for safety, but also because no one wants to see what’s up a co-worker’s shorts. Trust me on this one.
March 5, 2013 • 11:57 pm 3
Last night was my first time going up in the condor in almost a year. Although I’m not normally too terribly afraid of heights, it does take me a bit to adjust to being in a lift after extensive periods of time spent on terra firma.
We were shooting on a Y-shaped studio lot street, so we used three condors. Mine was the lowest, armed out over the intersection, mimicking various streetlights. This had two advantages. It kept me lower, so there was less adjustment panic, and since I was a few feet below the tops of the facades, I was sheltered from the wind (spring has not yet sprung here in Los Angeles, so it’s still a bit brisk at night, especially up in the air).
The other two condors, at opposite ends of the street, were ‘full stick’ (meaning they were at full extension of 80 feet, almost straight up) and at the mercy of the wind and fog.
At least it didn’t rain, but the billowing clouds did make for some entertaining nighttime viewing:
The operators in the other two condors told me that the wind died down after about an hour, so everyone had an easy night.
Most terrifying night in a condor ever was the night I was armed out over the LA river for an elaborate car chase scene – my base was on one of the bridges and my bucket was full stick, so the distance to ground was about 200 feet. Adding to the terror spawned by an overactive imagination was a windy night and a very ‘bendy’ condor arm (some of the arms flex more than others).
At the end of the night I think I might have kissed the ground.
December 7, 2012 • 7:03 pm 0
November 19, 2012 • 9:20 pm 7
Since it’s almost never a good idea for lighting equipment to get wet, when there’s the threat of rain (or heavy dew overnight) we have to cover, with plastic, any carts and loose equipment not under some sort of cover. For a long time, we just cut chunks off big rolls of landscaping plastic and wrapped that around the carts (and no matter how thorough a job one thought one had done, water always leaked in somewhere), but then someone invented these giant sandwich bag things called Bag-its. They come in all sizes and are super awesome, but are far too expensive to be considered a throwaway item, so they get re-used until they’re so battered that they fall apart (this takes a surprisingly long time to happen).
For obvious reasons, we can’t fold them up and put them away when they’re wet, so we have to dry them. The best way to do this is to suspend them from two stands like giant lines of plastic laundry.
We had to keep the sidewalk clear so that the nice people who live in this neighborhood could pass through, so we couldn’t just line them up like we usually do, and we only had enough space to dry three at a time.
Lucky for us there’s no rain predicted for the rest of our very short (due to the Thanksgiving holiday) week.
August 3, 2012 • 9:20 pm 4
Except today, when she looks like this:
I still have no air conditioning and it’s been incredibly hot and she’s been incredibly miserable, so off to the groomer (a new one, since it’s too far to drive back to Hollywood with a wailing cat in the back seat) we went. Now, I’m left with half a cat.
No, seriously. The pile of hair was bigger than the surprisingly small cat.
The new groomer loves said cat. Kept feeding her bits of chicken salad because she was ‘stressed’ (no idea if that applied to the cat, the groomer, or both).
Hopefully this means she’ll be too full to kill me in my sleep (the cat, not the groomer).
June 22, 2012 • 1:59 pm 0
Earlier this week, I worked 40 hours in three days, with a five hour turnaround (one show to another, so there’s no minimum) between day two and day three.
Although I knew it was going to hurt, I wasn’t prepared to still be exhausted two days later. Guess I’m getting old.
So, since I still can’t think and am planning on doing a lot of napping today, here’s a photo:
From a reality show about cooking (hence the restaurant setting). Careful what you say!
April 16, 2012 • 9:06 pm 4
I love CicLAvia.
I’d love it in any other city, but the fact that car-crazed Los Angeles actually closes streets to traffic so a bunch of bike-riding deadbeats can have fun is nothing short of amazing, and makes me giggle like some sort of a super-villian.
Every time the event is held, it gets bigger and bigger, so clearly I’m not the only one who enjoys it.
This year, it was really crowded, but still fun. Since pictures are supposedly worth a thousand words, please enjoy a novel:
Next event is October 14. Awesome.
March 30, 2012 • 6:37 pm 2
Whenever there’s a scene with actors or background in a bar drinking, for obvious reasons they can’t be drinking alcohol, so any glasses you see are filled with non-alcoholic liquid. The best example is iced tea for whiskey. That bottle of jack is really filled with Snapple.
In this case, this particular glass is filled with watered down Coca Cola.
I feel bad for the actors who have to drink it and smile.