Joel, a fellow student, gave me a lecture today about how my edit should've been done 2 hours before it actually was. I had taken more time in an edit suite cause it was available, and cause I wanted to put together a good story both for the show and for my demo reel. And considering a demo reel leads to a job and that's essentially what I'm paying for, I figured I'd get my money's worth. So I told him to fuck himself because a) he has no right to lecture me and b) he doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about.
Read below. If there's one thing I excel at, it's the angry letter...
Joel -
I feel I must tell you I think it is completely unprofessional for you to lecture me about when my edits should be complete. I took the extra time because it was available, and I wanted to produce a quality story for both myself and for my colleagues and yes, you. If someone had asked for the suite I would've made other arrangements to get the story completed. It is my understanding that the expectation is that stories be completed in time to air on the Mag, not necessarily in the allotted edit times. I believe that at any news outlet, that expectation is the same. I think there is little attention paid to how the story was finished on time, just to whether or not it was. Again, had someone wanted the suite I would've made an arrangement with them that was mutually beneficial.
Regardless, I do not believe it is your job as producer to be an "edit suite cop." If you have an issue with the actions of any of your colleagues, I believe it would be prudent to bring them to an instructor and have them deal with the situation. As a producer, your responsibilities are no more important, your position no more authoritative than mine. Our jobs merely differ in content.
Attempting to pull rank where you have none will not endear you to any of your colleagues be they fellow students or co-workers in the industry.
So many films I want to see these days. Children of Men, Pan's Labyrinth, The Queen, The Last King of Scotland.
Children of Men is the priority though. I phoned Alex on Sunday night to see if he wanted to go, but no dice. Unfortunately, that's about the only free evening I'll have for a while. Shame...
Yeah, I would post more but... Livejournal, you kind of suck. Or maybe it's my life that sucks and thus posting anything about it would make for dull reading. Hmm. I am quite the uninteresting fellow of late.
At CBC, shooting stories for both Canada Now and the National next week, though I don't get to voice them so the viewer will give credit to Karin Larsen instead of me who is doing the leg work. Nevertheless...
The three weeks following my stint at CBC are essentially the big hump I have to get over and then it will smooth sailing through to graduation. That said, I have 2 out of the 3 or 4 necessary interviews set up now, which is a personal record. I figure I've got one last shot at it, might as well make it decent.
I now have a sexy mouthguard to wear while I sleep.
Life sans sister is much the same, albeit slightly different. Mom is taking all her mothering that she divided between two children and focusing it squarely on me. Huzzah.
I walked around downtown in the pissing rain yesterday. Why? I have no idea, besides the fact that I had time to kill.
I'm on a depressing movie kick lately. Just finished Raging Bull. Next up will probably be Apocalypse Now.
My good friend (and 2nd girl kiss) Christina moved to Prince George to become a reporter. Making nothing. And working without a wire service. Goooood luck mang.
I'm reconnecting with several friends I haven't talked to lately. Like Alex P, like DJ. They're solid people. DJ probably won't talk to me much more though, given his whole "I'm bisexual" stint and my involvement in it. Shame...
Oh this year was a doozy. Not in the fun sense. Oh no, it was lame as can possibly be imagined. Then imagine one ten times lamer than that. Now you've about got it.
Yeah so I hung out with Justin. Justin for the uninitiated I met 5 days ago and we've hung out tons since. Really sweet kid. I almost thought I could have feelings for him. Maybe I do. Doubt it though. As with most, I like initially then within a day or two I rethink and realize I was just being an idiot. I think I'm at that point now.
Now, I think very highly of the guy, but not the point where I am willing to smile through putting up with stuff I dislike. That may sound callous but... you'll understand what I'm getting at.
He wanted me to go to a party his friends were throwing and then go back to his place and sleep over. Well, I was not gonna sleep over, first of all, because I've already met his family and I am pretty sure I never want to be around those people again. Second, because, well, I'm not a big whore. Only a little one.
So yeah we end up going to this one party his friend Steph was throwing, all high school girls, they're playing scatergories and end up playing pool while I sip on Sprite and wonder why the fuck I'm there. So, sensing this, we rudely fuck off.
We go to another friend Stephs party. Yes, two Stephs. This one is cooler, but there are only 2 people there (though one cute poof Richard shows up later). So we leave and go back to his place.
We end up watching Trainspotting, cuddling, kissing, etc. Yeah, whatever. So it's getting pretty heated and he says he doesn't want to continue. I oblige, cause honestly if he's uncomfortable, I'm uncomfortable and we get no where. So we get to talking. He out of nowhere explains why. I won't go into it here, but needless to say it's heavy. And I'm the only one he's ever told. So... that's a pretty big motza ball hanging out there.
Yeah, so the cuddling/kissing etc continues and then his Mom and Sister come home, yelling at each other, drunk, and his sister comes in his room and starts yelling at him about how he didn't come to the New Year's party she was at. And the woman is fucking livid, which is ridiculous, because if there's one thing I learned this year, it's that making a big deal out of trivial matters accomplishes nothing. Except of course, making you look like a jerk. So I'm 6 seconds away from beating this girl within an inch of her life, because I realize I now react very angrily to people who make a big deal out of nothing, as well as people who don't know how to drink (namely: if you're going to drink, have a good time. If you're going to drink and be a cunt, don't drink), and finally, people who make a point of having their family shit on display for the world to see. One thing I respect my family a great deal for is the fact that although we're probably more dysfunctional than most, if you're an outsider and you see us all together, everything looks fucking ship shape. We don't make our problems anybody else's and we aren't of the opinion that they're important enough for the rest of the world to see.
So yeah. I end up leaving at about 1. And here I am, on my computer, having my first beverage of the night.
I have felt like shit. I'm sleeping hardly at all, I'm continually headachey. I'm getting panicky. I kinda want to scrap someone, which is really a dangerous thought to be having, cause we all know how that would go over.
Mother is being all Ra Ra Holidays. I am very anti-holidays this year, so her getting all up in my grill is not going over well. I really want to forget about Christmas. Of course, once Christmas it's over it's back to school. And I really don't know how I'm going to survive another semester.
Caption: VANCOUVER, CANADA - DECEMBER 8: Vancouver Canuck fan Raymond Wong shows off his support for Canuck defenseman Rory Fitzpatrick prior to the Canuck game against the Carolina Hurricanes at General Motors Place on December 8, 2006 in Vancouver, Canada. There is a groundswell of support by Canuck fans to vote Rory Fitzpatrick into the all-star game on the fan ballot. (Photo by Jeff Vinnick/Getty Images)
And to think, Jeff Vinnick asked Jeff (Winslade) if he could take a picture of me first. Shame.
Friday's class yielded some gold material. We each were giving presentations on our family histories and I was sitting beside my good buddy Steve. Steve, who it should be said, is in his late 30s-early 40s, but very down to earth and cool, and very native. Here goes.
Leila: "It's the 50th anniversary of my family's arrival in Canada"\ Steve (applauding): "Welcome!"
Steve: "Trident splash... kinda blows in your mouth"
Steve (regarding Mila's family's attempts to get into Italy from Poland but not having proper papers): "Where are ze PAPARS!"
Gladys (who no one likes): "It's the 25th anniversary of MY family moving here" (Toban looks at Steve, expecting him to welcome her) Steve: "... uh uh."
Sara (writing in a card for Christine, one of our instructors who is going on mat leave): "This will teach you to use protection"
Nadia (regarding the birth of her father): "They were both 40 when... he happened"
Ian: "My Grandpa just missed the Titanic, so... sometimes being late is good."
Ian: "So he said to my Grandma... let's correspond"
Russ: "Sounds like you're gonna keep those stories going" Steve: "Yeah, let's wrap it up bud"
Koraleen: "Living on a farm, one thing that was instilled in my was a good work ethic" Me: "Yeah, I never got that"
Nafeesa: "People always ask me where I'm from and I always say 'duh, I'm brown'"
Dorian: "He arrived in Winnipeg with two dollars. He bought a Coca-Cola, which I guess at the time was about 50 cents. So he spent 25% of his wealth on a beverage. And I so far have spent about 25% of my wealth on beverages, so the tradition continues"
Matt: "My mother is Italian, so that's why I still get my lunch made for me"
Of note also:
- Turns out Alicia's grandpa was part of the British Secret Service lived in China as a baby and there are pictures of him playing on Chariman Mao's lap. Odd.
- Sara, Nilou and Mila were all smuggled out of their respective countries, Sara and Nilou from Iran, Mila from Poland. Sara's father has a hit out on him because he was a radio personality who spoke out against the current regime and thus lived in a tent in the mountains of Iran for two years before coming here. Nilou's grandfather smuggled his family from Azerbaijan into Iran at age 11, across a river and apparently saved his younger sister from drowning.
So. Needless to say, everyone else's lives = way more interesting than mine.
So fuck Battlestar was great this week. I post two clips to illustrate just how genius it is.
What you need to know: at the end of season 2, the series jumped ahead a full year. Apollo and Starbuck were on the outs, very cold, not getting along, etc.
Now, Adama is holding a boxing match, kind of a tradition in the fleet, so the crew can relax. He just got his ass handed to him by the Chief, and now Starbuck wants to take on Apollo cause she's pissed. Why, we don't quite know, but we assume it has to do with their falling out during that 1 year jump. We shall find out, via flashbacks.
Sometimes this show hits pretty close to home, in this case, for those of us who have loved and been screwed over by the person we've loved. Clip 1 provides some context. Clip 2 illustrates the full genius.
The music makes this show, that's all there is to it.
And when does this show ever end on a hopeful note?
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