My entire day at work thusfar has been dealing with one company's software because their licensing processes never fail to fail, which makes their software unusable.
It needs to be usable.
Sacrificing quality to ensure profitability is never good policy.
I'm loving this "every other day we have a monsoon" weather.
It's so enjoyable just dealing with water everywhere, all the time....
I have a feeling work is going to give me a summer full of running around sorting out problems due to people not listening, and doing as we ask.
But that's ok, because that also gives me more opportunities to fuck off from work and do some stuff for myself.
This weekend was a cluster fuck.
I broke my own first rule of competition movie making: don't let others get involved in deciding on the story, or writing the script.
Good gawd, people have no concept of what makes a compelling story.
It is not easy to tell a story in 7 minutes or less. As more people feel they need to add their own spin to the story, it gets far too complex to tell it concisely.
You can't have 3 subplots in 7 minutes! You can't build on every past event that shaped a character in 7 minutes.
You end up with what we got: a story that just doesn't hit the mark, and WAY too much dialogue.
But it looks ok, and I probably saved it with the music edits so.... whatever.
I never want to make a movie without my own crew again.
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That sounds quite chaotic indeed!
The most chaotic filming I've ever been involved in.
Making a movie this weekend. Asking around in the filming community, who are always posting that they want to work more, who would be interested in helping out making a movie.
Crickets.
Yep. That's not even unexpected.
This weekend I was filming an orchestral performance at a religious place. House of worship. Whatever you want to call it.
The people who hired me know I am not of their religion, but they like me anyway. Who am I to complain. They pay upfront - a rarity - so I'll keep doing good work for them when they ask.
Anyway, on the table near the entrance to the building there was a memorial card for an old family friend that passed away recently. I didn't know, hadn't heard, wasn't told.
Coincidentally, about halfway through the performance my mother texts me to ask me if I knew that this family friend had recently passed.
Good timing.
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