it ain’t easy for a flake

A Macro of the Corn-based Flake Cereal I eat for BreakfastOne of the worst parts about working in production is that it instantly turns you into a flake.

“Do you want to hang out Sunday night?”

“Um…actually we got a call on Friday night and we are shooting on Sunday.  Sorry.”


That conversation didn’t really happen.  But it could have.  Because I was working on this past Sunday.  The unpredictability of it all can be a bit frustrating.

What?  What’s that you say?  I was already a flake? 

Hey.  Who gave you the address to this blog anyway?  Can I see some id?

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  1. lol, see, I just don’t have any excuse. People ask, and I say no. Oh wait, I do have one. My car sucks! :) will see you in a few weeks, mister! :) maybe. I will call you.

    Posted August 29, 2007 at 11:19 pm | Permalink
  2. Kim

    i like frosted flakes

    Posted August 31, 2007 at 12:41 am | Permalink