As I finish up editing duties, this week blog is so big it has to be introduced by Three Hosts

It’s time to hand the blog over to our resident tamed sound man.

Some say that in the front of his pants is another microphone.
and that he whistles while he works, but only dogs can hear it.

All’s we know is, he’s called “The Mike”

This week comes to you from a DQ in Hillsboro.  Sponsored by the letter B, and the number 437.  I’m not sure what it is but I cannot write at home.  My mind is a jumbled mess.  Put me in a fast food restaurant with a cheeseburger , fries and a coke and I’m good for at least a good hour or more of solid writing.  It does sound like a lot of time but I can crank out a good chunk of material.  So in addition to the next screen play we will be filming, I’m taking over for Tony on this weeks blog.  We took last weekend off for the holiday.  Even if we wanted to shoot last weekend, It’s impossible to get things together on a holiday weekend.  And we have tried before…  FAIL.  And we have tried again… FAIL

So this weekend I’m to  film the last two shots for the opening scene.  Finally when someone asks me “Hey, are you done filming yet?”, I can say “Fuck Yeah!”  Don’t get me wrong, I love filming.  I wish I could have done this years ago, but I’ve moved back to St. Louis almost two years ago.  Just months before we started production and haven’t seen most of my friends in months.  I couldn’t tell you the last time I was out at a bar or club or concert or anything like that.  To say I was in a drought would be kind.

Back to this weekend!  We have enlisted the help of family again.  Lisa is to fill the role of a reporter.  She checks all the boxes:  Professional.  Check.  Pretty.  Check.  Has wardrobe.  Check.  We’re glad she is one of our biggest fans.  When you talk to her about the film, she lights up like a girl who just got a pony for her birthday.  It’s nice to have someone outside of the crew and cast to be as genuinely excited as you are.

Any way, if all goes well, Tony can say”Cut” for The Year After Infection.

But wait!  It’s not over yet.  Haven’t you learned yet, not to leave during the credits.  You could miss something.