Lazy Bastard Friday Afternoon

Been almost a week since I got back. Feeling decreasingly weird about it as the days go by and I have some downtime to just do nothing but scale and topple all 16 Colossi to my heart's content.

My memories of the shoot seem exponentially further and further away. On Sunday, it was just a day ago. On Monday, a week ago. Tuesday, a month, etc. So now, a century later, I can barely recall 6am crew calls with breakfast served a half hour earlier. I'd be sad about it but there's just too much other crap to worry about.

Namely This Brazil Thing.

From The Top: As we were filming the behind scenes stuff for Tennessee, Owens and I would pull certain humorous clips and beauty shots to cut together a short video to sort of recap the entire experience. This would then be played for the crew at the wrap party and, theoretically, for a few short hours anyway, everyone would love (read: not hate) us and forget about the fact that we were constantly underfoot and carefully documenting every time they got in trouble with each other for one reason or another. But seriously, it was our one opportunity to have our position validated in the eyes of Basically Everyone.

As per usual, things had to go through The Boss for his approval. Not that we minded of course, there was nothing so scandalous/awesome that we would have really minded losing. As the DVD began spinning in his trailer, a bunch of higher ups began filtering in unexpectedly: The Investor, Some Producers, The Director...even The Director's Wife. I'll skip on the ego stroking that leads up to the factual objective part where people where, after it was over, people were left in or close to tears to the point where we were kicked out immediately.

Apparently some favorable things were said and, on the final night of filming, The Boss says The Investor would like to speak with me. Long story short: She and her husband (charitable billionaires) support an I-Guess-Ancient tribe in the middle of the Brazilian rain forest. This essentially amounts to paying people to not cut down the part of the forest where they live and have lived for ages without any of the trappings of modern society. The crazy part is that they want us to fly down there with them in April to document their involvement with these people in hopes of getting other Money Folk interested in lending a stack of thousands or two.

At least, I thought it was us.

The tiny plane they'll be taking to fly deep into the jungle only has enough room for one of us.

Paul just showed up and we have to flip a coin for who gets to go. shit.