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Tailing the Undead: Yellow Death at 4:11AM
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Friday, August 8, 2008. Yellow Death at 4:11AM. It's 12:56AM and I'm in a radiation suit driving a battle ready UPS truck dodging cast, crew and equipment. On top of this. It's dark and I'm wearing aviator sunglasses (Corey Hart ain't got shit on me). The shoot is scheduled from dusk 'till dawn and I've just finished a bucket of coffee. My radiation suit or as I refer to it, " yellow. Death" smells like yesterday. The hours pass by. The coffee runs out. Did I leave the iron on? Er, I mean. Even if they do.
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Tailing the Undead: Squiggly Smell Lines
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008. It has only been a week and my radiation suit smells like a re fried diaper. I smell like intestinal problems. like a bearded bowel movement in aviator sunglasses. People have begun the process of avoiding me, but maybe that's just my personality. There is no ventilation in my yellow suit of death so I have been cooking in my own juices for sometime. I'm like a crock pot. Of sweat and odor. I smell like feet. I smell like back to back 14 hour shoots. August 19, 2008 at 11:04 AM.
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Tailing the Undead: Woods. Nausea. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
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Thursday, August 21, 2008. Woods Nausea. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. The kind of woods where poison plants run rampant and bugs the size of infants buzz by your head. It is a place where J.K. Rowling would find creatures she never imagined. If it were the road less traveled, Frost would stick to the highway. This is where I'll be acting. Oh and did I mention? I'll have a zombie on my back. Under tick infested foliage. In a clearing where the Sun blisters. Back to the scene. The zombie is removed from my back.
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Tailing the Undead: Crash Landing... 14 Times in a Row.
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Saturday, August 9, 2008. Crash Landing. 14 Times in a Row. I am prepelled through the air via trampoline onto a mistreated mattress and crash pads using my shoulder to brace my fall (I believe the above picture is take 8 of many). I have been told to empty my pockets of anything that can impale me. I empty them. nothing but knives and lint. Luckily I've been playing my character cold and unforgiving so I look genuine as I sail past frame into the great unknown off-screen. Grumble, Grumble, Fuck, Fuck.
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Tailing the Undead: Zombies on the Streets of Royal Oak... A Bystander's Account.
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Tuesday, August 5, 2008. Zombies on the Streets of Royal Oak. A Bystander's Account. The air is thick with Michigan humidity and Michigan mosqitos. The set smells of stale potato chips, Vernors. Ginger ale and various insect repellents. It's 11:38PM on a Monday night on the streets of Royal Oak, Michigan. and zombies are prancing through the front yards of suburbia. Friends old and new are in heavy makeup looking bloody, crusty, hungry. They are almost too into character. Grumble, Grumble, Fuck, Fuck.
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Tailing the Undead: How Commited Is Our Crew?
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Monday, August 18, 2008. How Commited Is Our Crew? This is a picture of men. The man in the middle shaved his chin for the character. The man on the left (Dave) and the man on the right (Marc) shaved their chins for the man in the middle. We are three men. On the humid Michigan streets. This is the director of our department (epidemiology). He has been rocking that for a while and I was always hesitant to follow the trend. Http:/ www.epi.msu.edu/faculty/anthony.htm. Thanks for the motivation!
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Tailing the Undead: Evil Pants
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Wednesday, August 6, 2008. I'm chasing Monster with Monster. getting ready to chase monsters. I figured staying up and being haggard. Would help with my character until my father suggested that I try. I pace around the house, cursing and growling lines. I probably sound how Clint Eastwood would sound if he took a career as a home intruder instead of an actor/director/god. I've been listening to Metallica. I've seen the sunset. I've seen the sunrise. Call time is in one hour. Time to put my.
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Tailing the Undead: Fuck the Olympics.
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008. You're allowed to hate the Olympics when you have the body of a champion. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Grumble, Grumble, Fuck, Fuck. Woods Nausea. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. How Commited Is Our Crew? Crash Landing. 14 Times in a Row. Yellow Death at 4:11AM. Zombies on the Streets of Royal Oak. A Bystander. Rumble. Rumble. Bump. Bump. View my complete profile.
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Tailing the Undead: August 2008
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Thursday, August 28, 2008. A few days ago I was informed that we received new radiation suits. Because the ones that myself and partner in crime Greg Dow were wearing smelled like the contents of a garbage disposal. Keep in mind Greg and I only have a few days left to shoot. and have become one with the smell. If I could ammend the song "Ironic" by Alanis Morissette it would go like this:. At the gates of hell. It's a new rad suit. When you already smell". I was also alerted that we now have stunt doubles.
