Shooting Labor Day

The big Labor Day Party went well, by which I mean everyone over 21 got a good buzz going by early afternoon and maintained it well into the "bonfire" hours.

The food was great, the company was excellent and none of the grandchildren broke anything expensive. Can't ask for better than that.

It also gave me a chance to use my new Super Camcorder - though, as you can see from the photo at left, my actors were somewhat less than enthusiastic about portraying themselves in my first epic. I'm not sure why. Maybe they're unconvinced of my directorial skills. Or maybe they were pissed that I refused to pay union scale (or anything, for that matter).

Or it could be that, like me, they're not keen about the way they look on video. My daughter, aka "Ms. Meshuga" (see photo, again), volunteered as substitute camera operator and shot a ton of footage of moi.

Upon viewing that footage the next day, I noticed something startling: I'm a fatass. Who knew? But the camera does not lie.

They say the camera adds ten pounds, but I'm guessing the other 200 were added the old fashioned way: beer and burritos.

So, does this spell an end to my filmmaking career? Hell, no! But from this point on, I'll make sure I'm on the narrow end of the lens.