Some of the crew here have discovered that I have a blog, and are wondering more and more each day about how they will be treated in it. We've been working some pretty long hours. That's about all that I am prepared to say just now. I'd hate to spoil everything by presenting my opinions about these guys online now. After all, I have to share living quarters with most of them. Even before I considered writing about one of them, he played a prank on me that went over all the more poorly when the prank went off right over my bedding. Last night, I had to wait for a scene to play out away from the camera, and as I was harmlessly aiming a bungy-like device at one of the crew, I was picked off by sniper fire from someone else. So, there's a private little war about to break out, and I just wanted to apologize to all of those innocents who are liable to be caught in the line of fire, especially Jason. Sorry, bro.

I tell my wife that there's so much running through my mind that I can't type a coherent sentence about it. So, I'll make an attempt at some stream of consciousness typing, and maybe you'll get an idea of what I am experiencing:

rooms littered with organized clutter kitchen is sometimes inviting other times a deathtrap choking heat humidity so much that I sweat out all water before it ever makes it to my kidneys no camera cart must carry as much on me as I can Marlo leaves things out of my kit when she digs in it should have been a dentist xbox no tv reception should have brought some dvds to watch jason has a knack for making a sucking chest wound seem like it could have been much worse this big computer goes through battery power like it was nothing house is on a dark street too dark might fall onto something that someone dropped bruised my anus getting out of box truck truck needs work lights inside so dark at night must wear many lights they call me the mothership at night wish people would stop calling me mike think my sweat glands are overworked cutaneous nerves acting up in different places now wish i'd packed two more pair of shorts need to make a grocery list for next run to store miss my wife and kids but i hope that they understand where i am trying to go with this is it because i was in a movie when i was a kid that i want to do this or is it because of my other neurotic drives