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On the set of Scary Normal

I think it was Napoléon (let's agree to ignore for a moment how easy it is to check such a supposition these days) who said that an army marches on its stomach. Well, so does a film crew, and when a production is operating on not just a shoestring but a shoestring for maybe a 4-year-old's shoe, with only 4 eyelets, some of the most critical support comes from people who donate meals and those who volunteer to transport those meals so that they magically appear on the set when we break at midday and early evening. Our cast and crew of dozens (well, for some shots) has been consistently well fed, and for that the director and the exec producer are most grateful.

And, abandoning our Bonapartean metaphor, if food is the fuel for the cinematic engine, then sleep is the oil, and it turns out that just a little bit of lubricant gets the job done, as long as the crankcase is not allowed to drain completely. I've been averaging about 4, 5 hours a night--got nearly 7 the other night and woke up tireder than ever. I was going to post a great photo here that the director took of uber-gaffer Sean O'Leary, DP extraordinaire Kyle Loughrin, and sound maven Sean Whitsitt postprandially recharging, but Blogger as recently suckified by Google won't permit it. Here, see whether this works.