Friday, March 28, 2008

Filming in 5, 4, 3, 2....6a.m.

I live in the middle of nowhere. Seriously. Smack. Dab. Nowhere. This is not far from my house. I could probably throw a rock from my driveway and hit this Joshua tree. (I have a really good arm)

Naturally you would think, that considering our remote location, traffic wouldn't be much of a problem for us.

You'd be wrong.

Every once and a while, Hollywood comes and borrows our wide open space. Normally, I don't mind sharing my desert skyline with the world. We welcomed Bill and Ted, The Flintstones and the Great Captain Kirk.

I can't even count the commercials and country music videos that have used this gas station as their backdrop.

That's great. I have no problem with that. It's actually kind of fun to slow down, take a mental picture, and try to pick out what movie it is that we have driven past and seen in the making.

But what does bug the crap out of me is this street. The bane of my existance.


Out here in the desert, we live with the reality of 'one way in, one way out.'

This causes me some trouble in that, EVERY TIME I am running late for school, the fools at Fear Factor, decide that they need a stretch of open road for a group of idiots to jump from one moving semi to another.

Therefore, the only direct and convenient way to get to work is closed. It wouldn't be so bad if they would put a sign up before you make the fatal and final turn. From the last left hand turn, to where you find the film crew, closed road and inevitably have to turn around, the drive to work is elongated by about 8 miles. And ohhhhhhh does it tick me off!

Fear Factor shouldn't really get all the blame. Sometimes it is the people from CSI Las Vegas. Sometimes it's a full length movie crews. Knowing that I am going to have to listen to a group of zero period students moaning about how I could dare leave them outside for 6.2 seconds longer than they expected REALLY makes me crazy.

Seriously....what Hollywood actors are awake, let alone out in the boon-docks and ready to begin filming at 6 in the bloody a.m. when I am trying to get to zero period ontime?

3 comments:

Mona said...

If I got paid that kind of money, you bet I'd be in the desert at o-dark 30.

But really? Why do you live there again?

Jillian said...

Oh there have been momumental efforts to get out. Each one more disasterous than the last.

Once grad school is done (next school year) and I'm out. Mark. My. Words.

Maursupial said...

Oh yeah. Been there. . . felt your pain. I already hated Fear Factor, but when they got in my way when I was running late for work. . . watch out. One more thing I DO NOT miss about living in the A.V.