This photo's actually over twenty years old when I was working on Hook at Sony Studios.
Oh those were the days.....
I still have fun enough and it's a pretty good job, all things considered, but man I'm working harder and making less.
That seems to be consistent across the boards.
I'm decorating a show now in Baton Rouge, Louisiana and the resources out here are not anything close to what we have in Los Angeles, or even Atlanta. So it's challenging to say the least, which I enjoy actually. One season on a Warner Bros. TV show and I had practically memorized the entire inventory at the prop house, along with its various annexes.
It's the ridiculous amount of driving I've been doing that is been a pain, a literal pain in my lower back. It's an hour and a half to New Orleans where a few of the prop houses are, an hour across the lake is another one, then going north the opposite direction another hour is our set. Today I'm heading out west to Lafayette, an hour each way.
At least I've got several interesting audio-books I'm listening to.
Cindy continues to tease me about my unicorn obsession, but wouldn't it be nice to look up when you can't sleep because your mind is racing and have a unicorn looking back down on you.
I'm still thinking of going back and buying it.
I've signed countless forms and releases to get scripts and schedules. There are countless memos and warnings about taking photos or posting anything about the production.
I'm posing here with my license so they can put it on my gas receipts for petty cash. I hope I won't get into trouble.
So besides the ache in my back from driving and the boredom I endured this week with tech scouts and production meetings, out on location there are actually a goodly number of little critters that could do some damage.
The snakes get all the glory, particularly the water moccasins, copperheads and rattlers, of which they've found and removed several.
But I'm more concerned with the insects.
I've gotten plenty of mosquito bites and as it warms up that will certainly become worse.
And just the other day, when I was picking up some driftwood this handsome little wolf spider was hanging out, right about where my hand was.
The snake wrangler came on over and grabbed him, showing us his sharp little fangs.
Off I must go, it's a week till we shoot and there's much to be done.