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08/05/2005: "On Your Knees Bitch - Jen X"

Hi there. Yup, me again, stealing Crickett's LiveJournal entry on the last day of the shoot for On Your Knees Bitch. I promise I will start writing in my own journal again...I have just been swamped with these productions...but we have a little break for now...not shooting again until the 12-14th.

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From Crickett's LiveJournal:

"Are you here for the alien holocaust?"

Monday afternoon, we finally wrapped up shooting the main scenes for On Your Knees, Bitch. There were two scenes to be shot, and while there are still a couple of surprises to shoot for the BTS, the movie is, for all intents and purposes, done. Well, it needs to be edited and suchlike, but shooting is mostly over.

We were in a studio in Downtown LA (I think...I'm still trying to figure out where the hell I am most of the time), and in the building that housed said studio were other studios as well. There was a sign on the door noting "Alien Holocaust - Upstairs, first door on the right", which made us blink and giggle a little bit. As we unloaded, a woman walked up to me carrying a garment bag and a duffle and said, "You look like you're on the crew - where do I go for the alien holocaust?" I replied that it was indeed upstairs, first door on the right. Load-in continued (no, I was a good girl and didn't lift anything inordinately heavy) and then I decided to take a trip up to the Winchell's that I'd seen on the corner. I'm homesick for Dunkin Donuts in a big fat way, and was sort of hoping that Winchell's could help me out. Let me tell you that should you choose to get one of their blended "coolatta" type drinks, the mocha cappuccino flavour made me want to take a nice wire brush to my tongue. Fucking vile. Anyhow, I picked up donuts for the rest of the class and as I was finishing my cigarette outside the studio, another woman approached me. "Are you here for Jeff's movie?", she asked. I'm thinkin'...Who? Tambour? Goldblum? Katzenberg? Foline? Jingleheimer Schmidt? Von Schnitzelpusskrankengesheitmeyer? JEFF WHO? So I simply replied, "Oh...do you mean the alien holocaust?" Yeah, that's what she meant. Apparently, Hooked On Phonics didn't work for her because even though she had peered at the sign on the door, I had to explain that it was upstairs, first door on the right.

Later, I was approached by ANOTHER woman in the hall who whispered, "Are you here for the alien holocaust?" I had to let her down and say that I wasn't, but I kindly pointed out the door through which she should enter if she was here for the alien holocaust. It would seem as though people involved in alien holocaust can't read.

In a funny turn of events, though, one of our girls wandered into the holocaust studio. She was asked what scene she was there for, and she said that it was VERY clear that she was in the wrong place by the looks on people's faces when she replied, "Um...the BJ scene? With the glory hole?" Serves 'em right, holocausting aliens like that.