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Astin's Diary 7
TITLE: Safety Dance – Men Without Hobbit Feet 7
AUTHOR: Pecos – PecosPhil@sprintmail.com
RATING: PG for silliness and naughty language
FEEDBACK: remember the golden rule, (please!)
DISCLAIMER: I don’t make the toys, I’m
only playing with them. No money made,
nor disrespect intended
WHO’S IN IT?: People whom I’ve never met
and hold no actual grudge against
NOTE: I’m pretty sure Sean Astin is actually a
really nice guy. Ditto the other dudes
Wednesday the Twenty-first.
Number of days we’ve gotten into Hobbit feet w/o filming them: 41. Bastards.
6am – I hate this place. I hate these people I’m working with.
7am – ditto.
8am – more of the same.
9:10 – tea break. Okay, I guess I’ll have to write something. Hand is twitching to hold pen. Blame my mother and her journal of psychosis.
Yesterday we were getting ready to leave the Upper Hutt location when Peter runs up (runs!) breathlessly to report that he’s heard the sound of a wounded Kiwi in the brush! I respond with group of seemingly concerned co-workers (read: Lying Actors) and we approach a particularly dense growth of Beech or some such. Everyone is utterly silent for a moment, and then there is a voice heard from beyond:
“I’ve fallen! I can’t get up! My leg is broke! No, wait it’s fine. It must be my other leg! I’ll just stand up here and (sound of breaking branch) oh, bugger…that’s both legs now! I’ll be fine…just toss me a beer, okay?”
Voice is Craig Parker, the fucker. He is crouched behind a bush. EVERYONE laughs at me.
I hate them all.
9:11 – okay, maybe it was a LITTLE bit funny. But I am NOT amused at being the butt of the joke.
9:15 – tea break ending. Viggo comes over to where I was writing with a big bouquet of flowers. None that I’m allergic to, thankfully. He says that the ‘gang’ are sorry. Flowers look expensive. I accept them with all possible dignity and fake grace.
9:32 – Orlando glomps onto me from the rear and whispers that he knows what it’s like to be the one being picked on. I highly doubt that, but I accept his alleged apology. Don’t think his kiss was gay at all as he missed my mouth.
9:47 – Dom corners me near the trailer and tells me that he’s sorry. Then Billy, behind the fake wall. Peter has home-baked cookies from Fran. They’re definitely not low-fat.
10:12 – Elijah sits on my lap until I accept his apology.
12:50 – the lovely drawing of a Kakapo on the flyleaf of this journal appeared after lunch. Must be from John Howe. It’s really gorgeous, and in case you can’t read the word balloon it is saying “I’m mostly harmless.”
1:15 – Richard Taylor has made me a Kakapo Stick, which is carved with beautiful designs and crowned with a weta. I may use it to whack one of them next time they have a big laugh at my expense.
AUTHOR: Pecos – PecosPhil@sprintmail.com
RATING: PG for silliness and naughty language
FEEDBACK: remember the golden rule, (please!)
DISCLAIMER: I don’t make the toys, I’m
only playing with them. No money made,
nor disrespect intended
WHO’S IN IT?: People whom I’ve never met
and hold no actual grudge against
NOTE: I’m pretty sure Sean Astin is actually a
really nice guy. Ditto the other dudes
Wednesday the Twenty-first.
Number of days we’ve gotten into Hobbit feet w/o filming them: 41. Bastards.
6am – I hate this place. I hate these people I’m working with.
7am – ditto.
8am – more of the same.
9:10 – tea break. Okay, I guess I’ll have to write something. Hand is twitching to hold pen. Blame my mother and her journal of psychosis.
Yesterday we were getting ready to leave the Upper Hutt location when Peter runs up (runs!) breathlessly to report that he’s heard the sound of a wounded Kiwi in the brush! I respond with group of seemingly concerned co-workers (read: Lying Actors) and we approach a particularly dense growth of Beech or some such. Everyone is utterly silent for a moment, and then there is a voice heard from beyond:
“I’ve fallen! I can’t get up! My leg is broke! No, wait it’s fine. It must be my other leg! I’ll just stand up here and (sound of breaking branch) oh, bugger…that’s both legs now! I’ll be fine…just toss me a beer, okay?”
Voice is Craig Parker, the fucker. He is crouched behind a bush. EVERYONE laughs at me.
I hate them all.
9:11 – okay, maybe it was a LITTLE bit funny. But I am NOT amused at being the butt of the joke.
9:15 – tea break ending. Viggo comes over to where I was writing with a big bouquet of flowers. None that I’m allergic to, thankfully. He says that the ‘gang’ are sorry. Flowers look expensive. I accept them with all possible dignity and fake grace.
9:32 – Orlando glomps onto me from the rear and whispers that he knows what it’s like to be the one being picked on. I highly doubt that, but I accept his alleged apology. Don’t think his kiss was gay at all as he missed my mouth.
9:47 – Dom corners me near the trailer and tells me that he’s sorry. Then Billy, behind the fake wall. Peter has home-baked cookies from Fran. They’re definitely not low-fat.
10:12 – Elijah sits on my lap until I accept his apology.
12:50 – the lovely drawing of a Kakapo on the flyleaf of this journal appeared after lunch. Must be from John Howe. It’s really gorgeous, and in case you can’t read the word balloon it is saying “I’m mostly harmless.”
1:15 – Richard Taylor has made me a Kakapo Stick, which is carved with beautiful designs and crowned with a weta. I may use it to whack one of them next time they have a big laugh at my expense.
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I laughed so much at that! :D
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*snickers* I can so picture that, together with how the others apologized.
I'd love to have a kakapo painting by John Howe!
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