Break a Leg

So, while we're prepping for Friday's shoot, Justin (Chase Cougar) says the following: "Yesterday? What's Yesterday?" He wasn't asking an existential question, he was asking about the song.

"You've never heard of Yesterday?"
"Ohh. Maybe in the background of a movie or something."
"It's the most covered song in history."
"Oh. Nope, never heard of it."

Shocked dismay.

Now granted, I'm a big fan of the Beatles and I understand if, say, Justin didn't know that there was a Beatles song called, Everybody's Got Something to Hide, Except for Me And My Monkey -- that's fine, I understand. But Yesterday? Come on.

So, long story short, we've replaced him with the animantronic bear from AI.

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We shot today in the park. Remember that beautiful, crazy tree that we shot at for Mescapolitan? Well, when we went there, there was a pack (a gaggle?) of teenagers, playing music, drinking, and SPRAY PAINTING OUR TREE. That's right, they were spraying red graffiti on the Mescapolitan tree.

Sometimes, I think evolution is flawed. 'Cause it doesn't really seem that they their line should have survived very far -- and I'm hoping that, ideally, they'll inhale enough fumes today to ensure that if it does survive for a little while, it at least won't continue into future generations.

Seriously? Marking your territory? It's like watching a pack of little dogs marking their territory, drinking wildly and thinking they're just way too cool for nature. Which, truth be told, they really are. 

I hope that tree eats them.

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A little further down that path, we saw even younger teenagers, drinking 40s and SHOOTING BB guns. It's like we fell in a 1940s stereotype. Not only that, but when they left, they literally left all of their trash where they were sitting. 

Now, granted, I don't know the circumstance of their departure. They could've (I hope I hope I hope) shot themselves in the eye and had to rush to the hospital, leaving their delicious cheez-its and beer bottles laying wildly behind. Even nature would be like, alright, that's cool, guys, just come back and clean me up.

But I'm going to guess that it was less an emergency and more of a, "Oh, the trash can is at leeeeast 10 feet away, let's just throw it here. After all, it's so much more majestic when the grass is covered with our waste products."

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In a very perfect world, both packs of roving kids would bump into each other, and in a flurry of snapping fingers and angry songs, stab one another to death. I'm not saying I wish death on them, I'm just saying their decomposing bodies would probably be much more useful to the Earth than their living, halfway-brain dead selves.

I'm just sayin'.

Shoot went great though!

-Yuri