7/22/2001 - Lycanthropy Be Damned

Praise the Almighty, tonight is our last night. Well, until later in the shoot, but that's beside the point. Cripes... now I'm dreading the future... Why did I have to say anything? Damn. Okay! Moving right along! Spirits were high amongst the troops this evening since:
1) we didn't have to re-set lights from the night before
2) it was our last night of shooting
3) we've got two down days coming up
4) we didn't have much to shoot tonight
5) week one's footage looks spectacular
6) we've got two down days coming up
So morale was soaring. A very low-key evening was welcomed by all.

We were joined by a flurry of bats at sundown. An actress who was with us tonight had a bat get caught in her hair a few years ago, and was understandably paranoid as a result. I like the little buggers. I can apparently hear bat sonar, but tonight I didn't hear a damn thing, so perhaps my superpowers have waned. Drat. There were lots of strange noises and bumps in the darkness tonight, which seemed to set the tone. The ghost stories were flying left and right, and everyone was having a good time being creeped out.

Taking advantage of our distraction, Hawk took a couple of minor scenes that shouldn't have taken long to shoot and dragged them out over the entire night. The clever bastard. We barely knew what hit us by the time the sun came up. Those of us who were still awake, that is. We had planned on wrapping the gear upon completion, but Desert Fox had no string left in his leg, so after the majority of the work was done, the lot of us headed home to our beds. Desert Fox and Torpedo stayed behind to finish with the gear after a few hours of sleep. No one argued with their decision.

Our blessed down days are upon us, and our night stretch is behind us. Fantastic.

Photo Addendum - Dissatisfied with his lighting scheme, T.J. gouges out his eye. Barfly slouches in the background as Short-Fuze, Desert Fox and Muskrat do their thing.

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