Dance After Dark Photography

Some photos after we finished filming Automaton Transfusion on Sunday. James, Cynthia and I were marginally zombified extras. We got the blood spritz, whereas the 15 or so primary zombies got a bit more makeup. Still, gore is gore. A few more photos and larger versions here: Zombies!

For those who don’t know, I was a zombie today. Got to take part as one of about 100 zombified extras in the Full Sail movie, the name of which I still can’t remember. Ask James, or look for it in his journal. I’m too tired. [edit: It’s called Automaton Transfusion.]

Much fun was had by all. I was expecting the typical shambling, stumbling variety of the walking dead. Evidently this movie has a new breed - the speedy dead. Sprinting as a mob is definitely a unique skill. Had to try not to trample the two or three kid-zombies mixed in with the crowd. Those kids looked creepy, though. It was fun. And gooey.

Photos will be coming soon, of James, Cynthia, and myself. (Note to self: Next time you ask Cyn if she wants to be a zombie/werewolf/vampire extra in a movie, do so via e-mail. It’ll be easier on our eardrums.) Charlie backed out. It’s a shame. He would have made a good zombie.

Patty and I were complaining about multi-client chat programs screwing up your buddy list. I started reminiscing about the days when buddy lists were saved to the hard drive rather than the AIM server.

Walker: Back in *my* day, if you logged into another computer you had to re-enter your buddies. Uphill! Both ways!
Patty: in the snow!
Walker: Barefoot!
Patty: with only sheets of cardboard to keep us warm!
Walker: Why, in the winter of ‘92 we had to burn Uncle Timmy just to stay alive.
Patty: you had an uncle?!? lucky. we had to burn our imaginary childhood friends!
Walker: Well, after we’d used up all of Timmy, we had to burn my left foot. I just had to grit my teeth and bask in my own warm glow.
Patty: wow. you even had teeth. you musta lived on the west side of the railroad tracks.
Walker: You had a railroad? Spoiled! We only had Weird Joe wearin’ paths in the dirt and yelling “woowooo!”
Patty: well, we didn’t until the rr company paved over our house made of newspapers and spit to lay the tracks
Walker: You had spit?
Patty: you had dirt?

A preface for this one: This particular tow truck driver is very nice, very professional, and very reliable. I like the guy, and he does a lot for us that he doesn’t really have to do. Even with that in mind, I can’t resist adding him to my file.

Tow truck driver: “You said this car at the motel was in front of room 240, right?”
Me: “Yeah, that’s what she told us.”
Tow truck driver: “Well, I see a Taurus in front of 140, but 240 is upstairs.”
Me: (on the inside) “That can’t be the right car. I’m pretty sure she meant the one parked upstairs.”