Motherfucker

Motherfucker.

So we finished shooting all the main footage needed on Sunday. Then, as a treat to my girlfriend who's followed me through this entire arduous task, we went to see King Kong (which burnt a hole in my wallet something chronic). Watching it a second time (and watching my girlfriend cry for poor Kong) I was further convinced that the main reason I didn't enjoy it first time 'round is because of the humans. Evil, bastard humans. Also realized something else: the movie's a tragedy about Kong, right? But the pain he goes through is so stylized at times it feels insulting. On the one hand, there's this tragic story of Kong being fucked with, but he's also being fucked with so beautifully, CGI pushed to the fore. Do we sit back and enjoy the carnage or cry at the brutality of it all? Strangely, I enjoyed it a bit more this time. Maybe it's prerequisite that you watch the movie with a girl so that you can watch them cry.

Anyway...

After Kong I decided to transfer footage, which has reached 60GB so far. I may have to delete my porn. The whole process took me till 9am and I still wasn't done. I passed out on my bed and woke up four hours later, a bevy of missed calls and a feeling throughout my body, stomach and brain that can only be described as intensely painful and supremely fucked up. If my girlfriend hadn't come over to take care of me I'd probably still be on that bed right now.

After a visit to the doctors at seven I finally started editing proper and discovered something quite annoying: a high pitched noise throughout one of the scenes. Fuckin' 'ell. I may have to do some foley work and ADR.

But I've edited 6 minutes. And I like them.

...

6 minutes only. I'm fucked.

Today won't have much editing till nightfall, as it is Hari Raya Haji/Qorban/Adha, whichever your preference. For non-Muslims, this is the day where we celebrate that moment (which is also in the bible) when that guy had that dream from God telling him to slaughter his son, so he says, "son, I've gotta kill ya, God said so," and the son said, "it's cool, I trust God" and he turned into a lamb at the last moment. Since then, on this day Muslims throughout the world slaughter a goat/cow/whatever and pass the meat out to everyone, especially the poor and needy. Last year the mosque in my area decided to be a bit of a showboat as some guy paid to ship three camels over. I didn't stick around to see how one goes about slaughtering a camel. Way too much blood to drain.

And now I've got to do up some kind of press pack for KLue. I was supposed to do this yesterday but I was in no state to do anything yesterday.

Scooby-doo.