IN-DEPTH: Day 14 – Dr Seuss explains in-depth filming
As everyone who knows me knows, I am a dedicated, hardworking and timely student.
But let’s just for interest sake’s say I hadn’t been as diligent about keeping my blog updated as I should have been. And let’s just say, hypothetically, that now I’m sitting in front of a computer screen, and all memories of the day in question have leaked out of my head and been replaced with random song lyrics from The Beatles and repressed memories from my childhood.
Then, what would I do in this totally-not-the-case-right-now-oh-god-oh-god-I-should-never-play-poker scenario? Well I could make ish up, but that seems rather unethical and bad form for a journalist. I could confess my sins through a funny and beautifully written blog post about the matter, but I haven’t been a good Catholic in years so the confession thing’s not really my style. Or I could write another amazing poem! This one was inspired by Dr Seuss, the beloved children’s author who, rumour has it, actually didn’t like the little buggers (#4 on the list).
Things to remember while filming in Yeoville
If you’re standing on a landing with a tripod in your hands,
Just a student who’s clueless, trying to follow Jo’s commands.
Lost in Yeoville on a street where the crime is very rife,
I feel bad for you son, better start running for your life!
Did you leave the cable for the sound on a table back at WAM?
Is the camera battery dead? What now? Will you make a plan?
If not go to Tandoor’s and find some classmate whose stuff you can beg,
If they refuse, grab it anyways and then kick ’em in the leg!
If you’re cruising for a bruising from a teacher of your choosing,
Tell them that you spent the day their expensive equipment losing.
If you really have a death-wish and want yourself to hang,
Just try rob Carol and at least go out with a bang!
Oh, your filming’s wrapping up and you think you’re nearly done? Sorry for you, ’cause there’s plenty more to come,
Now it’s time to edit for hours, hours, hours, which will really hurt your bum!
Then the critiquing starts and makes you want to cry,
Tell your mom you love her, because we’re all surely gonna die!
Repent all ye sinners, Father Time is marching on,
The end is nigh, we don’t have long.
Hollow’s Eve this year will be spooky, because that’s when we end,
To my classmates: type fast, shoot well, and don’t go ’round the bend!