Wow, what an utterly strange morning, and for some reason continuing the theme of bodily functions.
Firstly, I received a craigslist posting this morning by a good buddy on a possible gig. You see us freelancers are always looking for work and the best of us will always help each other out if we see a listing that another would do well in (or if we’re booked up).
Well this morning my buddy Matt Fore was kind enough to pass the following crew gig to me.
Farting Horse (Western Town)
Date: 2012-06-06, 1:33AM PDT
Reply to: 6svxs-3060411190@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
In need of a horse with constant flatulence for a live action sequence. We have a wrangler and a medic. This western will be seen by an all Chinese audience.
Location: Western Town
it’s NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
Compensation: no pay
PostingID: 3060411190
Wut?
Luckily that made me laugh before I read the next bit of news which rather broke my heart. Ray Bradbury, one of the greatest science fiction writers to have lived (and one of my personal favorites) has passed away at 91. Though he would resist being tied down to any genre through labeling, Bradbury is responsible for some amazing pieces of Scifi (and even horror) work. Most would probably know his name from Fahrenheit 451, which was the first book I remember reading in grade school that made me start to question authority and the government.
Other than Fahrenheit though, Bradbury has a gigantic list of credits spanning film, television, books, and radio. As a kid I ate this mans work up like candy.
I’m sad to say it’s been a long time since I’ve picked up a Ray Bradbury short story or novel, and I truly hate that his death is what is getting me to think about doing it, but I suppose better late than never.
God speed Mr. Bradbury. Thank you for everything, and specifically thank you for bringing me to a higher level of thinking and intelligence and not just entertaining me.
Salute.
-I’ll see you on set,
Buz