Gads, it took awhile, but as of Friday last week, I can confidently say, production is over. Post-production is now all that lies ahead.

What a relief, too. Getting the Morgellon de-installed was far more demanding than anticipated. Actually, only the painting and the return of Carson’s tools presented unexpected challenges. But, what challenges they were.

Fringe is big. The ceiling is high. And we needed to paint the entire space. The ceiling, fortunately, only needed one coat (after patching and sanding the hundreds of little holes we put in it with our brad gun.)
Most of the walls, on the other hand, needed seven: five of Kilz and two of the considerably more expensive cover paint.
We also needed to paint the office, parts of the basement, and the staircases to both of those places. The stairs only needed two coats. The office only got one (we ran out of paint) and the basement three or four, I think.

Whatever, it took longer than anticipated.
Susan, however, as always, was a dream, and allowed us the extra few days we needed. The next artist in, Jody, was also incredibly understanding of our tardiness.

The tools Skye and I dropped off with Carson last Thursday. The truck I returned the next day. Carson was a king amongst souls, letting us keep his tools as long as he did.

Now post-production begins!

my uncle called me on Wednesday and reminded me I had an apointment. My grandpa and I had tickets to go see his favorite ventriloquist perform in Sioux Falls, SD on friday night.

I totally forgot. I was in LA and my flight didn’t leave until monday the 11th.

I called the only person who could help… Classic Ryan Sargent Style.

He said he was taking his car in to have the passenger seat belt fixed at 8am on thursday, and as soon as he got the car back we could go. We left LA at around 5:30 pm western time on thursday, so that’s basically rush hour. At that point the goal was to meet my grandpa in Omaha, NE in 21 hours.

Once we reached Denver, CO I had Erin figure our time. We would have had to average 93 mph for the next six or seven hours, including time spent getting gas, to get to Omaha on time. The show was in Sioux Falls though. So I asked if I could just meet up there. An average of 93 miles per hour just didn’t seem possible, with construction, traffic and so on.

Ryan got me to the Sioux Falls arena during the 15 minute intermission between the opening and main act.

Which is to say our 25 hour LA to Sioux Falls nonstop road trip was a huge success.

The whole thing was totally insane.

Arthur drove me from the gallery to the jaguar dealer in hollywood to meet CRSS on thursaday afternoon around 3:30pm. He wished us luck. I think that’s what did it (oh that and gorilla spirit + chimp attitude).

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is, of course, cleaning up.
So far no teen vomit or ejaculate.

But I did just walk into the bathroom to find the toilet full up with toilet paper. And the plunger beside it, turned inside out.

Umm, yeah, cleaning up the mess was gross.

Any grosser and I might have thought to get a picture.