Listening to Hall & Oates on Radio 2 reminds me what a strange decade the 80s was. When hair and clothes looked like they were designed by a child with one of those life sized Barbie heads and a pair of toy pinking shears...
The final week of term and finally things are winding down. I had a dental appointment today and had a couple of fillings replaced which have been absent for a long time, I don't even know how long. Might be as much as two years. At this moment I feel like I have a couple of ping pong balls under my top lips in my cheeks. Weird.
Had a meeting with Louella, the producer on "The Sacrament" about how we are going to do this shoot in the Summer. Basically we've been dithering about whether we should seek some finance or just do it off our own bat with what we can scrounge. We came down on the side of seeking finance because it's the only way we can get it done the way we want. But the clock is ticking.
Ted is waiting to go to Tai Kwon Do so I'm going to have to give him a lift in a minute. He's been going for three weeks now and he's really enjoying it. Everyone agrees that he's long overdue for physical hobby. Which makes me wonder about my own fate if I go freelance again. At the moment I have a pretty physically demanding job, hefting equipment around most of the time and running about the building. What is going to happen to my perfect 83kilo score once I spend allday sitting about doing animation all day? Well,I've gotten in the habit of weighing myself again so perhaps I'll keep an eye on it and do something about it if it strays. Or take up badminton. Yikes, did I say that? What kind of a sick twisted world is it when a guy like me talks about getting regular exercise? Scary.