I hate my sister's dog. I'm the only one in the house this weekend and this freaking dog won't leave me alone. She must have emotionally crippled it and made it completely dependent on human comfort. I really don't want to beat a dog, but fuck, give me some space. Oh wait, I'm in a good mood. Yeah, we shot some more fucking amazing stuff for Speaking Japanese. Hol-ee shit. We shot the hammer part of the snowglobe-hammer combo today and we got this surreal effect with the light coming from the window. Then later we got this really cool effect with a computer monitor and a cell phone for light. So Travis gets a ridiculous amount of props-that's right, I'm handing out props now-for manning the camera all day long. I know he's fucking exhausted, but it's that good kind of exhausted that only comes from a day of accomplishment. And Mike and Ashleigh get a huge amount of credit-that's right, all out of props, working on credit now-for making out all last night and today. Seriously, like thirty more takes than was probably necessary. And as for me, well, I really spent all last night and all today feeling pretty proud of my writing ability. Yeah, I gotta little bit of respect to-yep, no more props, can't get any more credit, down to completely useless and non transferable respect, really, try using respect at the super market, trust me, they don't take it. What else? Oh yeah, got a rare sighting of Ashley with her hair down. Gotta say, I think she should rock it down more often. Or ever for that matter. Anything more? Hmm. Ah, yes. I realized this morning that I've lost thirty pounds this year. So that's pretty fucking Ok. I need to lose a fuckload more, but we're focusing on the positives right now. We're also cursing a bunch, but hey, cursing's fucking cool.