If you've been wondering what I've been up to (I know I've been wondering), I've been working on a movie called The PowerHouse Kids. It's a series of short webisodes that, strung together, form a half-hour movie to promote the Durango Discovery Museum at the PowerHouse--soon to be the home of an awesome science museum, for kids and adults. Very cool. Anyway, I wrote two of the episodes, so naturally I've volunteered to do whatever it takes to help this movie get made.
That's how I got roped into "Craft Services." Craft Services isn't basketweaving for the crew (although that might be appropriate), it's making sure that 40 people are fed for a week on a budget of $200 bucks. Did I mention I'm insane? Fortunately, Durangotangs are incredibly generous and the Discovery Museum is non-profit, so although begging for free meals takes time, it's do-able. I didn't realize, however, "Craft Services" is synonomous with SLAVE. Eight-year-olds demanding non-organic iced tea! (Sure, kid, I'll spoon in some fertilizer.) Adults throwing temper tantrums if their (FREE) lunch is a minute late. If you enjoy abuse and stellar egos, if your idea of fun is running to the supermarket a dozen times a day or spilling an entire carafe of coffee in your car (who needs aroma therapy?) or lugging around tables of food from one set to another(and then lugging them back again), Craft Services might be the ideal career for you.
Gotta go. I see that eight-year-old digging into the cooler in search of his second Rock Star.
