I'm a script supervisor for feature film and television. I blog about life and work... sometimes the lines get blurred.

 

hi.: just another idea.

insomnialy:

since i pretty much hate anyone who has the ability to speak, i am constantly thinking of ways to avoid unexpected and unwanted conversations.

if we introduced a new system to the world, a system similar to the average cell phone plan, it would benefit everyone. well, maybe not everyone.

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PUB

I usually only work as a script supervisor on single-camera fiction projects (feature films, short films, tv-series…). About two years ago I first did a commercial shoot, a four day long shoot for a clothing line. Tomorrow I’ll start production on the second commercial of my carreer, a three day car commercial. These are such different worlds, I feel like a fish on dry land on a ‘pub’ set. Money is never and issue, the days are generally a lot longer but you get payed about three times your normal wage so you just shut up and suck it.

I’m doing a bit of prep (which is really a joke on this type of productions) right now. I just read a seventeen page treatment for a 60 second commercial, and I can’t stop losing my shit over it, so funny. Nothing like a good read when a director is jerking himself off all over the car.

This will be fun!

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

— Neil Gaiman

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Gotye- Somebody That I Used To Know (feat. Kimbra)- official film clip (HD) (by gotyemusic)

in love with a straight girl

You want to know what it’s like to be in love with you? It’s like taking me to the top of the highest mountain, showing me the entire world, and telling me, “This is everything you can’t have.”

LOFN on the sofa

Dear tumblr,

I want kids.

From when I can remember until I was about 20, I was all like “nah, don’t want them. Why in the hell would I want to raise a kid. I want my freedom forever!”

In my early 20s, that changed to “I don’t really feel the urge to be a mother. If I end up with a partner who does, I might consider it.”

Then, 13 months ago -a month after my 28th birthday- my sister gave birth to a little girl. June 16th 2010 marks the date when I was sure “I want kids. Rather next year than five years from now.”

I’ll take it all, the tears, the smelly diapers, the waking up several times a night to locate a lost pacifier.

It’s Friday night where I am and I’m camped out on the sofa with the baby monitor. I just mopped up my sisters bathroom, hallway and staircase after being vomited on by my niece.

I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

I wish all performers would get into whatever it is that they do like her. #ohmygodpassion

With the invention of the hipsters, us homos are in a constant states of camouflage.