I'm embracing the schadenfreude. The Horrible Show got murdered in its premiere last Thursday. Absolutely slaughtered. It was the one premiere that day and Fox notched a 4th out of 4 for the night. It got clobbered by the 2nd hour of a 2-hour Gray's Anatomy. I shall be watching eagerly as the critics ignore it, as do the audiences. With a 2.4m premiere it'll be lucky to make it six episodes. I only regret that it won't generate such spectacularly ascerbic prose as this: Honestly, it's the best news I've gotten in weeks. At the same time, I realized that I'm stacking up a laundry list of White People Problems. Shit like: So really, I'm a terrible person. Finished a book about the Holocaust yesterday and for my platelet donation today I'm hoping to make some real progress on Ken Alibek's Biohazard. "Q: What kind of sick fuck has two thumbs and reads about biological warfare for fun?"
A film set would terrify you. We precariously stack shit everywhere, often on wheels. If we're serious about it we strap it to the walls but only if it's on a moving vehicle. That rack is 10 channels of RF-over-fiber converters. Allows your roving ENG cams to be picked up in the control room 300 yards away. They are expensive.
It actually wasn't so bad in there. It's like this: The whole structure was single-wall particle board, which meant it was basically a wooden tent. A wooden tent at 9,000 feet in November obviously isn't the warmest place to be but we needed our cast to be in their skivvies as much as possible because Television. Since the departments necessary to make these things happen didn't talk, we ended up with a couple heaters of roughly the same size and shape as a hot dog stand. These blew gajillion BTU warm air into the wooden tent at ear-piercing volume and heated the place up to approximately 95 degrees, because some of our cast really didn't like the cold. My ugly little world was not heated at all - but it was separated from this tropical hell by a single layer of 5/8ths ply so the leak-through was more than adequate. I also had a single layer of duvetyne protecting my equipment from the rain and elements so when the wind wasn't blowing like all hell it was actually pretty pleasant in there. Minus the shitty chair and the fact that it was called "the butt farm." In order to get from there to the inside of the house I had to walk across a 12" wide ice-covered gangway with a 4' drop on one side, which I did without once breaking a kneecap, unlike the other guy hired for the gig, who washed out a week into it and spent the remainder of the year out on disability. o the pictures I could share from that shitshow
Right? It's so far past the normal "what could go wrong?" high water marks that you expect to hear Dan Akroyd saying it.
I mean, I could see it having some niche application. Like rabbies and a few others get used all the time in brain research for transfecting neurons. Though depending on when your friend did their Ph.D, the recombinant controversy conversation could have been focused anywhere from insulin to GMOs to gene drives.
