There is lots to do to make twenty minutes of watchable product. Was it Lincoln that said if the had eight hours to chop down a tree, he’d spend six of it sharpening his axe? I read that in a book the other day, along with this one: before you buy a used car, punch all the radio buttons. It every station is rock and roll, the transmission is shot. As a matter of fact, I am currently chopping down a tree. Read on.Have you ever bought a package of stuff so cheap you had to buy another package to carry it home? I swear, there is a troop of geeksters out there with nothing to do but figure out how to screw you around on this. I mean other than the electric company. Today’s award goes to Cheese Kurls, Inc. of Grand Rapids, Michigan. It astounds me how much effort they have invested into making the package cheap. It cannot be opened across the top, as the plastic has a bias down the bag. It rips open downward, duh. Don’t try biting a nick and going across, it only goes until it meets that seam at the back. There is a special room in hell for the people who designed the package that opens up and down instead of across.
The cold snap is continuing, with record lows in Orlando. But that is upstate, where they get frost time to time. I see our Canadian neighbor is being anal again. I have to let the tree leaves dry out and a few of them drop on his area. He pointedly picks them up and places them back on our side. Only the fig leaves, none of the dozens of others.
I drove all the way up to Oakwood to find supplies, and sure enough, they are out of blue paint. Or any other kind of paint except white and grey. I may have to use grey as a backdrop, as in stormy weather or deep fog. Of all the times for Florida to run out of cheap blue paint. No matter, some of the scenes are coming out far better than anticipated. Wallace is a natural ham and he does own a small forest.
Back to the fig tree. Trees around here are not a rarity. That fig tree has now occupied close to five hours of time to begin removing it. Each branch of this tree is a difficult chore, either snagging or spindly enough to refuse cutting with any reciprocating blade. Wallace can armchair theorize about the type of implement, but he has not been out there in the sweating heat to wrassle with the beast. (Not a typo but a metaphor. Wrassle.) Heck, he’s too busy being an international playboy and superstar.
May I take this opportunity to state how well-behaved, educated, trained, tempered and polite Pudding-Tat is, if only by comparison. After 16 months, she does consume other foods than Cat-Crunch. She prances about the living room, in complete charge of people and other pets. Any party who crosses the line is rewarded with a claw. Or two. Reminds me of Noel Armstrong.
The movie dominates things for now, everybody who was emotionally on the sidelines now wants a role. Including strangers who walk past in the street. No way, we have three people playing four parts until further notice. We got Wallace sneaking up along the lane. That was an interesting retake, because in the first scene, he isn’t carrying the rope. A good indicator of the things that go wrong. Filming this movie was a hoot, even if it didn't go anywhere.
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