Summer Movie Bananaza

What is a stranded crew besides develop hesitant romances and search for temporary jobs?

Why, make more movies of course. Alas, it is in our blood. There is nothing we can do about it.

A good chunk of us (LM, Director, Mr. Soup and myself) joined ranks with Curtis Craig's Wolfmann of Whittier that started up this weekend. We ambled around, a generally rag-tag crew with no clear-cut positions on the set of what we are pretty sure in a B horror flick in Curtis' own backyard. The Director was roped into it a few days previous to do the cinematography and by the time he hit the set, he still hadn't read the script. He was having the time of his life, though, saying things such as:

"This is gonna turn out way better than Self Storage could ever be!" and

"I am never reading a script again--this is just too much fun!"

While I was making a fat pot of coffee and The Director was assembling the adaptor to the camera, Mr. Soup was reading aloud lines to us, pausing every so often to shake his head and mutter, "this is just too good.... too funny...."

And it's true. It's a hilarious script. 100% man as I would like to describe it.

It was a long night though and all of us besides the Director and myself were doing jobs outside our area of expertise. Kara, our Production designer, had never done a movie before, even at biola. Mr. Soup gaffed and kept his mouth shut about continuity. LM dolly gripped. It was insane.

On more good/bad news: Miss Fortune Cookie is now postponed indefinitely as well. I was Costume Mistress on that one as well and I am not sad to see the back of it. I told the producers/director that unless there were some insane changes made to the script, I wouldn't be able to costume it for less than $800. Besides, do I really wanna work on an all-female crew? Hard to say. I just love the mens.

On the romance gossip, well not much going down, but things are still moving slowly, like a train taking off from the station in slow, methodical chugchugs. I went on a date last night. It went well. Mr. Soup is keeping to himself about the cribbage boo, probably for the best. All is supposedly well. LM is back on the market, Lady Producer is not. She and the Gaffer DTRed it out apparently and the word is we will see what happens when they are both in SoCal again come August. Waiting is the hard part about Summer Lovin, but if you can turn it into just general Lovin, then you've got a good thing going for you, mate. ;)

Tools

Well as LM was bound to find out sooner or later, Spencer, the car-less wonder, is a complete tool. We all knew this, but we weren't gonna say anything to her. She even knew it but was hoping her gut feelings were false. Woman's intuition is rarely for naught, LM. She even bets now that his mom isn't really even dying.

So she and another coworker from Nutrilite caught him red-handed. Note to boys: don't go around telling a bunch of girls they're pretty if you're acting like they're the only one you tell that too. Take a lesson from my friend Nate, the Chimes Resident Anthropologist: tell every female friend of yours that they are pretty in front of your other female friends. None of us take offense. It's just how he is and God bless him for that.

So Spencer is done-zorz.

Moving on, LM has made friends from a set she was at yesterday and there are new prospects lying within Mr. Soup's new roommates. Not setting anyone up though, just preparing them ;)

On the other gossip

Ladies and gentlemens, tomorrow is our very own Fearless Leader's birthday. That's right, Sir Director is turning 22. Be extra nice to him tomorrow and make sure he knows he's loved. Maybe buy him a drink. Maybe just take advantage of him and let him buy you drinks. Happy birthday Director Man. All of us here at Self Storage wish you many more to come, especially if we're all invited.

<3

The Costume Mistress

Texting

Mr. Soup--

you can eat your words cuz that guy called me today and we're going out on Monday.

Taste it. 

Sincerely,

The Costume Mistress

P.S. your tea made my throat itch

P.P.S. I thought about calling you about it but didn't want to have a two sentence conversation and since I'm not texting you anymore ever, I am still craftily avoiding direct communication by blogging. The End.

Random Cute Things

It’s a beautiful morning, Beautiful morning

Dressed up in summer and tied with a bow

Let’s be courageous and face tiny dangers 

Let’s climb those fences With signs that say “don’t” 

Beautiful man I’m a beautiful woman Find simple pleasures wherever we go

It’s the simple things That make us feel at home

-"Simple Things"

Whenever you see blogs labeled "Random Cute Things" you instinct is to run away and I totally encourage that. You should be very worried, especially since Self Storage is very serious (not really) business and should never include random cute things. But oh friends, we must indulge every once in a while. Besides, do not lie, you secretly love random cute things.

LM is revving up for rendezvous numbero dos with Spencer, the car-less wonder. He is going to take a bus to our house to pick her up. I'm not sure how you pick someone up for a date via Montebello Transit, but Evangeline and I ruled it as romantic in the Benny and Joon sense of the word. I actually can't wait till this kid shows up on our doorstep to pick LM up. I can do what I did to Script Soup and threaten to kill his family if he messes with her.

Speaking of Mr. Script Soup--got a text from the One and Only Chimes Gossip Blogger today during dinner telling me my numba one player Mr. Soup won the game via skype--coach code for Mr. Soup confessed his recent romantic fascination with the cribbage boo to cribbage boo's face thru the computer. I did an idiotic victory dance in the kitchen which made LM and Evangeline stare at me awkwardly. I was worried, not gonna lie. I hadn't heard from Script Soup in a few days. No update. No clue if he'd chickened out or not. But according to the cribbage boo, the confession session found success. I congratulated them both via text, cuz I'm ganster like that. Soup says he felt a bit of a "nerd" (his word, not mine) telling her BUT WHO FREAKIN CARES! Good luck holding out seeing each other till January, guys. I wish you the best of luck. I wish you many a happy via skype cribbage matches and a short 8 months.

As for BTS-girl, she had date #2 with recent film grad Chris while in San Diego. Any man willing to drive 1.5 hours to where you are to take you to the midnight showing of UP is a winner--this statement mutually agreed upon by LM, Makeup Girl and myself. Man alive film dept! Everyone's hookin up!

As for myself, don't you worry. I have my prospects. Part of me is cynical. If anything happens, it will indeed be just a little dose of summer lovin 09, especially since I don't think I've been capable of falling in love with anyone since I was 16. But you never know. As of right now, I'm not sure I have the emotional energy for this sort of thing. I feel old even though I'm not; I'm the prime of life for heaven's sake. I need someone to go out dancing with. I need someone to make cool art with. I need someone to proof-read my writing.

I need to call Liz.

Lesson Learned: cribbage: it's quite charming

Summer Lovin' Oh-Nine

So it is, just like they always said it would be. life goes easy on me, most of the time.

-"Blower's Daughter"

Well the weather is looking nice for smooth sailing and summer lovin' for the folks of Self Storage.

We're young.

We're bored.

We're waiting in the wings cuz we're stranded till fall semester.

On the latest gossip, last night, LM went on a date, her first since high school as a matter of fact. As soon as I woke up from my nap around 7 pm, slightly irritable cuz I had a nap-headache, LM's head popped over the side of the bunk:

"Hi."

"Hey. How was work?"

"Good, look at this. I don't know how to respond." She hands me down her cell phone which has a message from Spencer, the cutie from Azusa that I saw her talking to when I picked her up from orientation. It said something like "you wanna hang out tonight?"

If I didn't have a headache, I'd probably have flipped out. We had just been talking about getting summer time boys the night before. I tease her all the time about potentially having a love affair with the Director, but hey, that never looked terribly promising anyway. According to Lady Producer, it'd be good for him, but he's... afraid of girls or something. So she went out with this guy and came back like "idunnowhattodowiththiiiiiiiiis" so my dad and I kinda tag-teamed it so she could at least attempt to sleep decently.

While LM was out, I got an update from Mr. Script Soup. He has moved his relationship with his cribbage boo to the next level: pen pals. It makes sense to try to woo someone with what everyone is telling you is your talent: writing. Hell, he just got a college degree in writing. This should be a smash success. 

She wrote back to his first letter, most satisfactory. He texted me with a "what should I do now". I don't know chief, you're the man, you'll think of something. You could tell her or you could wait to see if she'll continue to write back, either way, it's a good sign she responded in my opinion. It means good things. Very good things. You go Glen Coco. I'll try to scope out the other side of the letter-writing sometime soon.

As for Lady Producer and the Gaffer, well, the jury is still out and she's going home to Seattle soon. But, he's going home to Portland and if he's any bit serious even about being friends, he'll drive up to visit her. Hint-hint Gaffer!

And for me, well, I've got some things waiting in the wings. And as the famous saying of mine goes: We'll see what happens. But for now, Summer Lovin '09 is looking positive. This is quite possibly my favorite part of June.