Buckle up bitches.
Some paragraphs (not this first one) start with one of your names and involve a lot of things specifically for that person. BUT, every single one includes things that NEED to be read by some one else. Translation: Read everything. Fo real.
I'm meeting with Hoffman on Monday to record the inspirational tape stuff. If any wants this to be something besides exactly what is written on page 45, let me know TODAY. I'm sending Geoff his stuff first thing tomorrow.
If anyone has any suggestions/ideas for the changes to the S.T./Cleveland scene, let me know. I'll just come up with something and send it out, then we can work on it from there. In the meantime, I won't have that written for at least a couple hours, so you're more than welcome to break the ice. Just to keep you all posted, Reignier is getting back to me this evening on what days next week he can shoot. Oh yeah, we're gonna need Becky's again for the Buk one. TK, get the ball rolling on that with your hook up, then give me the contact number.
Justin, get your scenes scheduled with me as soon as possible. You can wait a little longer on the ones that involve the inspirational tape, as we won't have that until Tuesday (or maybe Wednesday depending on how exactly I decide to do that, again I'll know in the next couple hours). Pretty much, just dig up that e-mail I sent awhile ago detailing everything you have left to do and what it all entails. I can resend it if you need.
Tom White, Pickle Bill's is a go for this Sunday, the 20th. They open at 1:00, let's get there between 11:30 and 12:00. This means let's leave at 10:30. Justin, let me know if you can make it to help out with boom and such (don't sweat it though, not even really any dialogue, I'll get a roommate to tag along if you're busy). Continuing with Tom White: let me know when you want to do the tat scene. I'll let you know when we'll be doing the new, unwritten S.T. scene.
I can't remember what else I wanted to say for the time being, this should be a good start though.
Let's get physical. Phys-i-cal.
For the record
I'm right on the verge of making some horrible decisions.
The irony of my ability to make that comment in contrast with my ability to make said decisions is mind-boggling. Also, I'm having the best farts of my life tonight.
Check this out. I'm sick of being useless. All of the stuff with you guys in it is going to be done this weekend. Period. Including Michael Reignier and shit, two weekends from now, November 26th, is the deadline. I feel like the reason I haven't been hard on a deadline is the fact that it's already so late just seeing that date is a dagger to the heart. F that. This shit is happening right now. Justin, get the F in contact with me so we can finish your shit. TW, I think we're pretty planned (I'll have Pickle my Dickle ready for Sunday, early).
I haven't been eating or sleeping these last couple days, and I feel like my exhaustion is about to overtake me. For this reason, I'm getting out of work at 4, and then going Rip Van Winkle for a hot minute, after which you better either jump on my train or get the F off the tracks.
Also, I'm going to be unemployed in 49 hours. Bad for the bank, good for the the flick.
I know I am by a wide margin the most at blame for the drop off of productivity. This is why, now that I'm ready to be intimidatingly productive, I reserve the right for you guys to do whatever I say. Be better people than me and don't hold my recent suck ass-ity as an excuse to say that "just because you're ready all of a sudden doesn't mean I am." F that hard. Give me shit, but do it while we finish this GD movie.
Word.
FYI: My horrible decisions (from line 1) don't concern the movie, so don't fret. My life is, however, in shambles. All the more reason to get this one thing right.
The irony of my ability to make that comment in contrast with my ability to make said decisions is mind-boggling. Also, I'm having the best farts of my life tonight.
Check this out. I'm sick of being useless. All of the stuff with you guys in it is going to be done this weekend. Period. Including Michael Reignier and shit, two weekends from now, November 26th, is the deadline. I feel like the reason I haven't been hard on a deadline is the fact that it's already so late just seeing that date is a dagger to the heart. F that. This shit is happening right now. Justin, get the F in contact with me so we can finish your shit. TW, I think we're pretty planned (I'll have Pickle my Dickle ready for Sunday, early).
I haven't been eating or sleeping these last couple days, and I feel like my exhaustion is about to overtake me. For this reason, I'm getting out of work at 4, and then going Rip Van Winkle for a hot minute, after which you better either jump on my train or get the F off the tracks.
Also, I'm going to be unemployed in 49 hours. Bad for the bank, good for the the flick.
I know I am by a wide margin the most at blame for the drop off of productivity. This is why, now that I'm ready to be intimidatingly productive, I reserve the right for you guys to do whatever I say. Be better people than me and don't hold my recent suck ass-ity as an excuse to say that "just because you're ready all of a sudden doesn't mean I am." F that hard. Give me shit, but do it while we finish this GD movie.
Word.
FYI: My horrible decisions (from line 1) don't concern the movie, so don't fret. My life is, however, in shambles. All the more reason to get this one thing right.
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