Sunday, January 16, 2022

January Sweeps - Day 715

I got on Facebook this morning, and saw a post referring to the writer David Farland.  It turned out he passed away on Friday, after falling down some stairs and hitting his head.  He was 64.


My buddy Jeff knew him as a boy (when he was just getting started as a professional writer), and it was David Farland who told me the difference between a short story and a novel ("Your character has a problem.  If he solves it, it's a short story.  If there are obstacles to solving it, it's a novel."), and I used that to complicate my short story about a frontier sheriff with an interesting problem, and it became my first novel.  

I used to see him often (at literally every one of the writers' conferences I'd go to in Februarys), and he was a genial man with an awesome hat.  Yes, I made fun of him a few times too, because he would name-drop writers more famous than him whom he had mentored, but I wish I were more of a self-promoter than I am, because it's a necessary tool for success, and while I can certainly BE a tool, I lack that tool in my life.

Sit-ups Today: 111
Sit-ups In January: 1622

Push-ups Today: 111
Push-ups In January: 1478

Words Today: 339
Words In January: 9477

Saturday, January 15, 2022

January Sweeps - Day 714

My mom made fun of me for "having to rush to the library before it closed" today.  I guess that's amusing to her, but I do try to go every chance I get, like an obsessed teen or an addict.

Even so, I ran over and did the best I could with my time.  Though "the best I could" is relative, isn't it?  

Sit-ups Today: 100
Sit-ups In January: 1511

Push-ups Today: 75 (whoops, I fell asleep on the couch and forgot to finish)
Push-ups In January: 1367

Words Today: 675
Words In January: 9138

Presenting: The Daily Outcast!

(yeah, I should've gotten Gino's help on this one)

So, months ago, I got it into my head to do a month's worth of daily podcasts (some short, some less short,) as a way to drum up interest in my Patreon.  I've got them all recorded (and then some), and it will be a real achievement if I can manage this for the next four weeks.  Check out the first episode here, but for each additional one, you'll have to go to my Patreon page to listen.

Wish me luck.

Friday, January 14, 2022

January Sweeps - Day 713

Sometimes I feel very, very old.  Do you?

For example, I was flipping through radio stations today (I dropped my mom off at her sister's, and was playing 9s and 10s to keep myself occupied), and I heard, for the first time, an Olivia Rodrigo knock-off song on the radio.  Either that's absolutely crazy, or it's been long enough that the copycats have already started to hit.  I just wanted to put that out there.

 Sit-ups Today: 100
Sit-ups In January: 1411

I am at the library again.*  I didn't make it yesterday or the day before, but I gave myself an extra half hour today.  Let's see if I can get a thousand words written.  Or, barring that, let's see if I can actually write on my Outpost story, instead of just surfing the internet and blogging, okay?

Push-ups Today: 100
Push-ups In January: 1292

I mentioned in yesterday's post that we had a hard time figuring out the online forms to get paid for our stand-in work.  I had tried registering with the payment site the night before, but got an error (because I couldn't find my address in the pull-down menu to verify my identity).  On set, at the end of the night, a kindly accountant offered to stay and help all of us with our paperwork, spending the most time with poor Pamela, the older lady I had befriended during the day.  But when I tried to do mine, the addresses I had to choose from (to prove that it was me) were all incorrect.

He told me I'd have to call the Burbank office the next day, and have them figure out how to bypass that.  So I spent a little while on Friday sorting that out, trying it once more on my own before I called, and getting the same error.  Well, when I got someone on the line and told them what was up, he told me to go through the process with him over the phone . . . and my fudgin' address was right there, totally correct.

You HAVE to have had this happen to you before, right?  I call it "You call the plumber and the toilet flushes just fine," but it's intensely frustrating when it happens, especially when you've got a snarky gay receptionist intimating that you never actually tried the online process before this time.

Words Today: 651
Words In January: 8463


*You know how much I enjoy coming here, right?  But surely you've asked yourself, "Rish, why do you keep going there if there are crazy people and the system goes down and you lose the work and when you sat down at the cubicle tonight, there was a curly black pube on the chair waiting for you?"  And yes, Friendly Blog-reader, you've definitely got a point (especially about the pube, which is now on the floor, thank Bossk).

Thursday, January 13, 2022

Jaunary Sweeps - Day 712


I accidentally misspelled "January" in my post, and today, I'm just going to go with it.

I awoke before the sun, and took the same route (only slightly faster) than I did the day before.  There was almost no traffic, and while I got a tiny bit lost yesterday in getting there (arriving five or six minutes later than my phone said I would), I pretty much knew the way today.  But as I got there, I realized that I drove past the same road I'd just gotten off, and my phone had told me to go half a mile out of my way (if I ever work there again, I could drive right to it).


We had been warned (in an email the night before) that, if we wanted breakfast, to arrive early, and I got there about one minute late.  And they were right.  As soon as--I'm talking the second--I was done with my nose-swab COVID test, I was taken on set.  I didn't even get to take my coat off or put away my backpack. 

The show I got booked on is called "Holiday Wars," a cooking competition where teams are given a theme, and they design and complete festive cakes so elaborate that only Abigail Hilton could afford to eat (not that she would or anything--no offense).   I was just standing in for one of the competitors, and they needed us pretty much the whole day.  


There were two episodes to be filmed, and the stages were decorated in a delightful Christmas theme (Santa's village, trees with lights, snowy backdrops, a barn, a Santa sleigh, etc.), and a marvelously chilling Halloween theme (with a mausoleum entrance, a scary Southern mansion, full moon backdrops, a cemetery, bats, pumpkins, spiderwebs, and plenty of skeletons).  I was utterly impressed, and it didn't get old, even after being on the set for hours at a stretch.

Sit-ups Today: 100
Sit-ups In Jaunary: 1311

There were more cameras in use on this show than I've ever seen in any context (even sporting events).  I counted eleven cameras when we did the full rehearsal.  Each camera had an operator, and they had to rehearse the cameramen trying to get their footage without bumping into each other (there was still a lot of bumper car action out there, and Mike, the camera guy I was assigned, told me each lens (not just camera) was worth over ten thousand dollars.


One of the cameras was on a big control arm (on the right in the above photo), and it was fascinating to watch what the operator could do with it.  He made it snake around and rise and fall and go closer and farther away from the host, until it looked like something alive, like a serpent or a Xenomorph or something.  I was quite impressed, and mentioned it to him, and he said he didn't even think about it, that the machine worked as an extension of his hand at this point, which explains why it had such an organic set of movements, I guess.

I have talked (probably too much) in the past about how badly extras are treated on (some) film sets.  But I'm not sure if I've talked about times I've been a stand-in, and how MONUMENTALLY better stand-ins are treated in productions (I went back and re-typed "monumentally" in all caps to make a point).  And this was no exception.  We were talked to like human beings, allowed to ask questions, talk, and take pictures (!), and most importantly, allowed to eat with the crew . . . and the same food as they got.

And oh, mamma mia, the food was amazing.  The show is produced by the Food Network, and it just stands to reason it would have excellent food, but there were so many options, and I ate stuff I'd never had before (like cooked carrots in chipotle sauce), with options of beverages like the colors of a rainbow.  The only downside was that, because of the pandemic, no one could sit beside or near anyone else, and so it was like when I started college, eating at a table by myself (except I had the phone to entertain me, something that didn't exist in those bygone days of yore).


It was a singular experience, being a stand-in for a reality show/competition.  For one thing, it was lots of actual work, instead of just waiting around to be used.  As an extra, you're really only needed when the camera's rolling (or about to roll), and the rest of the time, you're a dim-witted parasite that gets in the way of the people trying to do their jobs.  A stand-in is pretty much the opposite: useful in set-ups and rehearsals, camera tests, sound tests, lighting tests, run-throughs, and once the camera starts rolling, absolutely disposable.*

Now, that's not to say that it was hard work.  The most difficult bit for me was to pantomime like I was cooking for about twenty-five minutes straight (and that was made far easier by there being literally hundreds of cooking implements at my workstation that I got out, arranged, pretended to use, organized, and put back) so the cameraman could get used to following my action, pulling focus, etc..  The cameraman, however, was really working.  That poor S.O.B. had to hold a thirty pound camera the whole time, constantly moving to keep me in frame, and when they gave us a five minute break, there was sweat running down the back of his shirt.  And he told me that for the actual shooting of the program, he would have to do that for seven hours, to the point where he could barely hold his arms up anymore, let alone the camera.**

Push-ups Today: 100
Push-ups In Jaunary:  1192

We all had to wear masks (above picture notwithstanding), and these were the heavy-duty fiber ones that leave a mark on the nose and cheeks.  Because of that, I didn't know what people looked like, and as I've mentioned before during the pandemic, that makes them fascinating.  I stare at eyes, and try and imagine what the face is like, and when they pull their masks down, I sneak a peek, like a fourteen year old boy (or me at my age) trying to catch a glimpse of cleavage or a pantyline. 



The Halloween set was amazing, and as soon as I got on it, I exclaimed, "I want to live here!"  There was a girl nearby (another stand-in) who expressed similar feelings . . . and we got married.

Okay, that's not true, but we did get partnered up as part of a cooking team, so I hung out with her for an hour or so, and that was nice.  


There was so much to take in on the set, with details you couldn't see unless you studied them, and since we were just standing around, I had plenty of time to do so.  I still would've liked to be able to wander through and check everything out (a few of the photos I took didn't turn out, because I didn't have time to walk over to something and snap a good picture before we got called back to our first positions.

We ended up spending a lot less time in the Halloween stage than the Christmas one (probably four or five hours less), mostly because they had figured out camera set-ups and blocking on the first one), and I could've stood to spend more time.  I was on my feet for a long stretch, and by four or five o'clock, I wanted to--and did--sit down whenever I got a chance.  Those poor cameramen didn't have that option.

I also brought a paperback book with me, and read it while standing there, probably burning through a hundred pages or more.  That hadn't happened in a while.

I became pretty friendly with the woman in my first cooking team (we were randomly placed together), an older lady who reminded me of a blonde version of my mother, and she took the above photo of me after I volunteered to take one of her.  We ended up hanging out together the rest of the day, and when she was struggling to figure out how to fill out her payment forms/I-9 at the end of the night (it had been, oddly, put online instead of on paper, and she didn't know how to do it on a phone), I hung out and walked her through it.

Then we were free to go.  It was pitch black out, and the drive through the wilderness and the twisty canyon that followed were very different in the dark.  Still, it was an interesting experience, and I'd be happy to do it all again, even though I won't be seen on the show, if I actually did watch it.* **


Words Today: 475
Words In Jaunary: 7812

*I read this super in-depth books about the making of the original "Star Trek" a couple of years ago, and it talked about how they put the main cast's stand-ins in Starfleet uniforms, so they could use them as background and extra crewmen walking around, and pretty much all of them ended up getting character names (and lines of dialogue on the show), since they were always there anyway.

**There was a harness attached to his waist and back that helped him carry the camera, that had a pole going up above his head that attached to the top of the camera, but still.

***That reminds me, I was watching a YouTube video where they were talking about the various Spider-villains that showed up in NO WAY HOME, and when they flashed back to the Sandman in SPIDER-MAN 3, it was the moment where Thomas Hayden Church is walking up the sidewalk, and I was right behind him.  It pleased me to see myself, even if it was for a split-second, and I rarely feel that way.


Podcast That Dares 31: The Leaden Ring

Rish shares "The Leaden Ring" by Sabine Baring-Gould.  He then talks a bit about evil.  As you do.


Download the episode right HERE.

Support me at Patreon HERE.

Logo by Gino "The Leaden Bling" Moretto.

Wednesday, January 12, 2022

January Sweeps - Day 711

I spent nearly an hour on a chapter of "Hatchling" tonight, since I didn't manage to get to the library (I'm working on a TV show tomorrow, and they made me drive more than two hours to get a COVID test), but it sure didn't translate to my word count (re-writing the same line of dialogue three or four times so it sounds more natural doesn't really count, apparently).  

Out in the middle of nowhere, some ambitious individuals built some sound stages where there would be no sound pollution or passers-by, and I had been there once before.*  Even though it took me more than two hours driving out there, my COVID test took up less than two minutes, then they told me I could go.  There's probably a life metaphor in there somewhere, but I can't come up with one right now.


My test was negative (and they still tested me the next day too, which seems like overkill . . . why make me come in and test if they were going to do it again on the day of the shoot?), but poor Biggie Anklevich told me yesterday that he's lost his sense of taste.  His first clue was when he started listening to Justin Bieber's new album by accident and didn't turn it off.

Sit-ups Today: 100
Sit-ups In January: 1211

Push-ups Today: 100
Push-ups In January: 1092

Words Today: 375
Words In January: 7337

*The horrifying thing is, I believe I'd already been doing this daily blogging thing when I worked on it, despite it feeling like years ago . . . wow.

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

January Sweeps - Day 710


My cousin and I got together, and we're very near to the end of the "Seinfeld" series.  We went back to that show "Evil" and there was an absolutely delightful episode about a YouTube video that was driving teenaged girls insane* and the viral video portion was eerily accurate to the amusing, stupid, effed-up, nonsensical shite that kids watch today.

I ought to post more about it, but it gets harder and harder to do these posts two years in.

Then it was "Book of Boba Fett" time.  After a so-so first episode and an excellent second one, we were back to the mediocre.  The last show brought us an intimidating and wonderful-looking Wookiee bounty hunter . . . and this episode defeated him.  Big Anklevich compared him to Captain Phasma in FORCE AWAKENS, but he's probably closer to a certain helmeted guy introduced in EMPIRE and dispatched handily in JEDI.  At least there was only seven days of speculation about what he would do and how cool it would be to see a fight scene with hi.

Much worse, however, this episode introduced a "biker" gang from the streets of Mos Espa that all looked like cyborg CW actors who drove pristine, brightly-colored, floating Vespas . . . and it was garbage right out of the Canto Bight scene in LAST JEDI, only it made less sense because it was on the dusty, poverty-stricken, corrupt and dangerous backwoods hellhole desert planet of Tatooine.

It absolutely didn't work, like when you find out there's a monthly drag queen parade in the 900-person town of Froglick, Arkansas.**  And then, a couple of days later, I read an article online about how other fans were complaining about it, and that they really didn't understand "Star Wars" (and its influences).

But there's a reason they cut out the guy wearing bluejeans in "The Mandalorian," dude.

Now don't get me wrong, I love me some "Power Rangers."  Just as much, in fact.

Sit-ups Today: 100
Sit-ups In January: 1111 (cool number)

I actually got pretty into the story today.  It's gonna be long, and I will be proud of myself if I actually finish it.  Heck, I'll be proud of you too.  Proud of the world.

Push-ups Today: 100
Push-ups In January: 1092

One more thing: I realized that on the last day of January, it will have been two years of blogging every single day (and two years of writing every day too, just one day fewer because of Leap Year), and that that is the PERFECT time to stop.  Can you imagine, two years of doing something every day, with the Sword of Damocles hanging over you, and no will of your own?  I'll have to ask Marshal Latham about what that's like.

Words Today: 822
Words In January: 6962

*Turned out that there was an audio track hidden in the video on a frequency that only people under sixteen could hear, that was telling them to kill themselves.  Love it.

**And it's been going on since 1871.


Monday, January 10, 2022

January Sweeps - Day 709


Have I mentioned that I had been planning to do a daily marathon of podcasts in the new year, inspired by Marshal Latham's recent "Walk of Life" podcasts?  Well, if I haven't, it was something I started planning in November, and then got so busy I couldn't manage to put them out on New Year's Day as I'd intended. 

Anyhow, I was nearly done with the first episode yesterday, then went out and interacted with my family, playing cards with sister's family, and trying to get some items listed on eBay, and when I came back into my room, my laptop (which I am on the precipice of naming the Craptop II) had gone to sleep, and would not wake up again.  This is something that happens, oh, once a month or so (though I think it last happened in 2022, so the frequency must be increasing).  I restarted the computer, and it wouldn't boot up (again), and I restarted it a second time, and this time, it did start up, but I had lost what I had been working on that day.*

But today, I finally got the first of my daily podcasts edited, and ready to go.  I started on the second immediately after, and if I could just put the world on pause for a minute, I'd do two or three more, hoping that was enough of a head start to begin posting them daily.  I've got about twenty-five or twenty-six of them on my hard drive (I recorded thirty, and somehow lost or deleted three or four of them between November and December), and that should be more than enough to get me through a month**.  Regardless, at least one person will enjoy listening to them, and while I'd prefer that number to be higher, we'd all prefer to be high right now, I'm sure.

Sit-ups Today: 100
Sit-ups In January: 1011

Push-ups Today: 100
Push-ups In January: 992

Words Today: 705
Words In January: 6140

*In the past, this has been absolutely heartbreaking, when what I've lost represented hours of work, instead of what I lost yesterday, which was probably forty minutes or so.  Still, any of it should be unacceptable.

**Or more, if I choose to take the weekends off and only post the daily shows Monday through Friday.  Which I probably wouldn't do--when Big and I would do marathons on the Dunesteef page, we'd do a literal stretch of posting seven days a week, but that was with me editing and him posting them, so I don't know what I'm capable of.

Sunday, January 09, 2022

January Sweeps - Day 708

This was another of those days where I put off writing and exercise for as long as I could stomach it . . . and then I was tired and too sleepy to write.  When that happens, usually I am very unproductive, and when I look over what I've written later, I don't recognize it (though it's not usually terrible and/or unusable, like when I record audiobooks when sleepy).

Sit-ups Today: 100
Sit-ups In January: 911

I wanted to tell you about the other night when I was driving to my cousin's house during a snowstorm.  Because of the condition of the roads, I arrived in his town really late, and everything food-wise but the 24 hour grocery store (which just opened) was closed.  So, I went inside to grab something to eat . . . and discovered nobody there.  The grocery store was empty.  There were no clerks, there were no customers, the lights were on, but no one was home.  I wondered if, perhaps, the store HAD closed, and I had misread the sign.  

But no, they were open, and after a minute of wandering around the produce section, I saw a couple of teenaged girls walk back to the front of the store, where they hung out at Customer Service, waiting for customers.  It was absolutely banal and uninteresting*, but I snapped a picture and it got my mind thinking about getting off on an exit in an unfamiliar town, and going into the market and finding it empty, then discovering that the entire town is empty (but like Roanoke in Virginia [or is it North Carolina?], there's evidence that people were just there, right before I arrived, such as a coffee pot still hot, or water in the top drain of a drinking fountain).


It may not amount to anything (Vegas odds are 75/25 against), but I like the idea, especially of someone thinking this is a great turn, and being able to steal all they want, until the big revelation comes, whatever that would be.

Push-ups Today: 100
Push-ups In January: 892

Words Today: 268
Words In January: 5435

*Like most of the things I blog about.  

Saturday, January 08, 2022

January Sweeps - Day 707

I say this a lot, I know, but I ran to the library right before it closed, and managed about thirty-five minutes to write.  

And unlike the last couple of times, I wasn't distracted by anything, simply writing a scene with Atticus (the main character) and Daniel (the friend he's made), wandering through an abandoned grocery store.  I have this idea that the different "towns" on the Earth colony had different founders and philosophies (Atticus's, for example, was entirely secular, with no churches or superstitions), and over the decades, each town developed its own culture and attitudes.  I haven't really explored it, though, and I don't imagine that I will.

It's really hard to come up with a futuristic society, especially one that's not just "2021 with ray guns."  I keep meaning to do a podcast with Big about that topic, but keep failing.

Sit-ups Today: 111
Sit-ups In January: 811

When I got home, I wrote a little bit more.  It's nice when that happens.

Right before it closed, I drove over to the storage facility, to take my mom's Christmas tree ornaments back to her unit (she's got a huge one, big enough to put two cars in, and sadly, a full third of it is taken up with more of my junk), and I was surprised to find a bunch of plastic storage containers sitting outside a unit that had been vacated.  The containers (there were five or six of them) included their lids, and fit nicely in the front seat of my diseased little Toyota, which will help me box up some of the garbage I have lying around, probably to find a new home in my sister's crawlspace (remind me to take a picture of it the next time I'm crawling around in there . . . did I mention the lights have gone out down there and she hasn't gotten them fixed?*).

Push-ups Today: 111
Push-ups In January: 792

I often give you complaints about selling things on eBay, but believe me, it's just a drop in the bucket of what I get from customers every single week.  The prize this week might have been the guy who sent me a message containing a screenshot of a website where you could get the same item ten dollars cheaper than I was selling it** . . . but then I got a dude who emailed me to tell me that he got his figure out of the package, and one of the arms fell off.  While this is irritating (it was him who opened it, not me, so how could I have swindled him?), the next day, he didn't issue a Not As Described dispute, as customers so often do, but an Item Hasn't Arrived dispute.  

Now, this just boggles my mind, because I can't process a Return on an Item Hasn't Arrived dispute.  The only thing I can do (except for email him back) is to enter the tracking number and demonstrate that yes, the item was delivered, despite this guy saying it wasn't.  Now, I've seethed for years about how eBay always sides with the buyer in any dispute, so they'd probably take his word for it that it didn't arrive DESPITE him saying that it did in communication with me through the eBay system, but my cousin claims that eBay has tried to be more fair in the last decade or so, and it's not outside the realm of possibility that they'd actually check the messages we've sent back and forth and verify that yes, the package did arrive.  I guess I'll find out.

Words Today: 1426
Words In January: 5167

*And why would she--she absolutely will NOT go down there, slithering about on her hands and knees like Andy Dufresne in a Maine sewer pipe?

**I nearly messaged the guy and said, "Thanks for the link, friend, I ran over there and bought three!"  But just deleted the email instead.