Still recovering

I'm not a kid anymore, that's obvious.

"Let's stay up all night," they said "We can shoot a bunch of scenes," they said.

"Sounds like fun!" I said.

And it was, right up until around 11 the next day, around the 26 hour mark. I can hear youngsters laughing. "26 hours! Why, at that point I'm just getting my second wind!" Which is great for you, I am seriously thrilled for you. I, conversely, am at that point nearly hallucinating. I didn't allow so much as a drop of alcohol touch my virgin lips that night so I would have passed any breathalyser offered but I was by far the biggest danger on the road that day, including the guy who passed out on the floor.

It was worth it. A great bunch of folks showed up and they were good sports about the makeup. It isn't comfortable to have a gelatin/sorbitol/glycerol mix slathered on your face and have to walk around with it in the cold as it congeals into a crusty gelatinous mass but they were true troopers. The old adage first coined by Descartes "Everyone wants to play a zombie" was never more true.

Some creative folks as well. We had a bitch of a time simulating a torn off nose on one lovely young lady and this young man came up with a simple technique that used bits of broken styrofoam that looked great.



The tents were a good idea, keeping the trashing of Christine's house to a minimum (though trashed it was).

ok, let's see if I can figure out the picture button...