This is me belatedly admitting that the unnecessarily secret thing I was on set for a couple of weeks ago was indeed the Veronica Mars webseries, and it was effing awesome.
I visited on a couple of shooting days, and I spent them live texting beetsbearbsg and Funda. I’ll probably write an extended account of what happened at some point, but for now, I will say that:
The first thing I saw when I walked on set was Ryan Hansen shirtless and Jason Dohring in a tank top that he soon also took off.
I was thisclose to being in the webseries as an extra. It didn’t happen, but I might still accidentally be in the background of a couple of shots just by virtue of being too lazy to move out of the shot.
Jason Dohring is the effing nicest.
I was very near and spoke to much of the cast, and I acted like a professional who did not freak out. I’m pretty proud of myself.
The scripts I read were hilarious and give Community a run for its money with how meta it is.
Every day you don't text me I sob into my arms while wailing songs of text messages past
Thank you, anon who (…whom?) I assume is diaphenia. I’m sorry for letting this sit in my inbox for, like, two weeks, and I promise to start texting you bonkers TMP AU scenarios again.
That said, I have a good reason for being MiA! I started my new job, and the pressure of working for an actual big-ish company with actual shows in production and actual money is awesome and stressful.
But so far so good! The people are fantastic, and the only thing that bums me out is that I can’t work with the girl I replaced. In the week she spent training me, we learned that we’re pop culture soul mates. She loves Parks and Rec, Ten-era Doctor Who, BBC quiz shows, UCB, Paul F. Tompkins, and all things Earwolf, She brought up “Farts and Procreation,” and we spent a half hour talking about U Talkin’ U2 To Me. It’s all going well so far, is what I’m saying.
“The first episode that I was on we go and have a beer together, and it’s extraordinary writing-wise to look at the dialogue from that scene. It maps out the next four years of our relationship. We brought these things out in each other that only happens when you meet the person that you want to end up with. The writers let it unfold in a real and lovely way.”—
“Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be.”—(via newfluffytown)
“I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.”—b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)