Good morning, Sunday. (Except that the careful eye will see that the time stamp on this post says it was posted around 4:30 pm.) I woke up this morning just in time to get our footage to the meet-up at noon. So then of course had to have breakfast. Clif started to log the footage (sigh -- the team who gave us our footage was not so editor-friendly as we were trying to be) but it evidently slow going, so by the time I got back from breakfast he was only 15 minutes into the tape. Then this and that and before I knew it it was 3:30 before I really got started in on capturing this footage. But we're in progress now (I'm watching the tape being captured in the corner of my eye). But... I'm going to interupt editing soon to go to a Chic-a-go-go taping. I know it's ridiculous -- this whole weekend is such a time-crunch already, and I'm doing all the editing by myself, why am I making it even harder? But I've been meaning to go to a Chic-a-go-go taping for so long, I really don't want to put it off any more. Any it's only 2-and-a-half hours, I keep telling myself. Sigh. I'm dumb.
After reading the script and watching this footage so far, I think this is going to be much more a mood piece than anything else -- which is both freeing (no plot points to hit) and scary (no plot to follow).
