not killed by the shoot, only sunburned. comic con on the other hand...

So what happened to day three? It became the toughest shoot date of my life. I'm still physically recovering. I got a redeye back and half an hour into our flight we hit really awful turbulence, some of the most violent I've ever felt. I get a kick out of turbulence. I was starting to nod off, lids heavy, head rolling about. Very unusual for me; I have slept on planes a handful of times in my entire life - I was sort of obsessed with them as a kid and my father at the time flew light aircraft so some of my earliest memories are of hanging up in the sky. This year alone I've flown enough to get two free flights. I was so out of it that I switched into the otherworld hiding behind my eyelids where the real started to spill over and I dreamt the plane was going down. I recall thinking in my dream that I didn't really care; I was annoyed with the plane crashing cause it was waking me up and all I wanted to do was sleep. So there's a story behind the last shoot day, which I'll tell soon.

I've been trying to upload some pictures from the shoot and comic con but something's wrong with blogger this a.m. I'm off to the Mill; it's a post production facility started by Ridley and Tony Scott. Today we take our film negative rolls now that they've been processed and transfer them to tape for our editor. They call that telecine, or TK. It'll be my first time looking at what we shot. Again, it's Christmas morning. Only better; sometimes worse. I can't understand why people dislike this part of the filmmaking process. You shoot, and have to wait to see it. You have no idea until it happens. It's like knowing you're coming home to someone waiting for you. You can't wait for it to happen, but every moment that takes longer makes you all the more excited.

Will write more soon...