So, Benji is coming in about five minutes. Benji is coming on a week long internship to find out about filmmaking. I don’t have a chair for him. Or a desk. Or a computer. Or a pair of headphones. So, Benji is going to sit and watch me edit or something and not hear any sound. Anyway, I think he just drove past the house. And not for the first time.
Benji is hopefully bringing his parents laptop so we can plug him into the network, wirelessly. I forgot we don’t have a router. Ah, that might be him again, driving past in a golden orange car. Benji will be collecting posters and programs for Cinema Slam, methinks. And I was thinking about teaching him to use photoshop so he can forge an ID card and go out for beer.
It’s Benji time.
Ha ha. Poor old Benji doesn’t know what he’s letting himself in for. I remember turning up at Keith’s house once and saying “What do you need me to do, then?”
B-i-i-g mistake
I still don’t know why we didn’t decide to decorate the office this week. “Hey, Benji! First thing you gotta know about filmmaking is how to scrape a ceiling!” Although, as it happens, we’re getting quite a bit of editing done and other stuff. It’s hard to slack off when you’ve got someone looking over your shoulder. Heh.