Really they should call it the “48-OMGTHATSNOTALOTOFTIMETODOTHISHOWDOPEOPLEDOTHISANDNOTGONUTTERS Hour Film Challenge.”
Wow, what a weekend! The filming was excellent, the crew amazing, and really, most of the stress was on the Sunday when I was running errands, buying USB keys, and racing my wee-Toyota Matrix up to Ghost Iron Studios to work with Emre Cords to be the second (and when Chad was there, the third ear) for the music composition, sound and ADR. Really, it’s incredibly uh… fun (?) watching the video buffer and upload over and over again as we send copies back and forth to Dropbear and Luis on the other side of the goddamn city.
BUT HOLD YOUR HORSES! HERE’S WHERE IT GETS EVEN MORE FUN….
Emre and I sent OUR last copy to the north end of Calgary where it was to get the FINAL TOUCHES and then driven down by Derpbear.. er, I mean Dropbear to Pips to be handed in by 7pm. Suuure, no problem, right? Only Dropbear had his motorcycle, and it’s spring in Calgary, and he was coming from North Calgary and it’s raining and snowing. So I’m waiting outside Pips in the cold and get a call from Candace saying “You have to wait outside… DB won’t be able to have time to park… He’ll just give you the USB key and you’ll have to run it inside.” This was at 6:40pm.
I wait. Wait some more. And wait some more. I text Luis at 6:55 saying “HE’S NOT HERE YET ZOMG FFFFFFF” and then I see a beacon of light over the horizon… a DB on the back of a 2007 Honda Shadow… flying through the rain and snow like he’s a superspy with his ass on fire trying to escape the KGB and cross the border. He flies up to Pips, as he’s screeching to a halt, tires burning on the wet and snowy asphalt, he reaches into his jacked and pulls out the illustrious USB KEY OF DESTINY. I grab it with no time to spare, and fly up the stairs and fling open the glass doors. We race up the stairs and slam the key down on the table in front of the Calgary Comic Expo employees playing cribbage at the table.
They look at their watch.
“6:57pm,” they said, “You made it.”
“YEEAAAAAHHHHHH”, we cried, which might or might not have also included some expletives.
I won’t get into HOW Dropbear got to Pips on time, but it was nothing short of a miracle and possibly some time travel or a transporter.
He was cold, his face broken from wearing an open motorcycle helmet whilst being pelted from icy rain and snow.
At least he didn’t die while delivering the USB KEY OF DESTINY. Would it have been worth it?? THAT’S UP FOR DISCUSSION.