I am so fed up right now.  So done with this whole thing.  Adrian is really pissing me off.  I don’t care how stressed he is, and how much is going on in his life right now — but the guy has to get out of his little microcosm and realize that there are other things going on in this world beyond his little doubts and fears about things so insignificant.  I mean, I do, I feel for him, I understand that she can be up and down, back and forth and always seems to melt down right when we’re in a crisis mode — but I can’t have this stacked on top of everything else right now.  There is too much going on, and too much at stake to f*** this all the hell up.  And I’ll be damned before I find out that I sacrificed the time I had with Micam and Chris last week while they were in town to absolutely shoot this weekend only to find out later that we have to do all of this all over again because we can’t get our s*** together.

I am so damn tired.  Ryan, Adrian and I were on set all damn day today, checking lighting, pulling keys and Ryan’s mac book was simply not cutting it in giving us enough feedback for whether these keys are going to work or not.  And I’m scared.  Things are not looking good.  And for some reason the way that we’re shooting is killing the resolution and I cannot figure out what the difference is between last night’s quick tests and the keys today.  I’m convinced that it’s the 16:9 mode, but I can’t be sure until I run some more tests.  I hate this XL-1.  Grrr.  All I know is that as we’re leaving tonight at 2, Adrian is barking out orders to be here at 9 in the morning, and demanding that I run another series of key pulls before I show up in the morning so we can decide how we’re going to proceed tomorrow.  I am going to be up till 6 am or later running tests and doing renders and I’m not looking forward to this.  And I haven’t eaten all day.  And Chris is getting really pissed off that I still haven’t called her back yet.  There is way too much going on with us alone right now to be putting all of my attention to this.

So, I’m toasted.   And mad.  And I know there is going to be a blowup tomorrow on set because if I had to put up with another second of Adrian’s attitude, I’m just going to pop. Thank God Ryan’s there to play middle man and help alleviate things, otherwise I simply don’t think we’d survive through this.

And to think that I’m going to have to sit next to that m*********** all the way through post to get this thing out is making me nauseas.  I just want to fly to Texas and stay the hell away, forever.  To hell with this whole Myst thing — it’s never going to work out anyway.  This is a pipe dream conceived by two lowly filmmakers who have no idea of anything else better to do, and I’m sick of being one of those two.

3:42 am

tags: fight, greenscreen, presentation, xl-1