Spike ,'Selfless'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Speaking of which; after I have spent the day at home coping with contractors and decision-making, my husband just called to say he'd be home late.
Moments before I was about to call HIM explaining that we'd better go out for the evening because it was too damned cold. Unfortunately, my daughter took the call.
Holy shit.
Livejournal has had a HUMONGOUS crash.
Urp. Yeah, they did. Poor beastie, I hope they don't have to shoot it.
Poor Hec. I'm going to bed. He's gonna have to wait for pictures.
Damn.
OK. I'm about to put a call out I suspect mostly to Robin, but if there are any film historians out there reading - not of the films themselves, but of the industry and how it worked, especially in 1954 or thereabouts.
I need to know a few things about a supposed (meaning: fictional) location shoot in Africa. Specifically, how much over budget in 1954 dollars would cause the backers to show up, breathing fire? How far behind schedule, ditto? And - weirdly enough, the tricky question - if they'd flown into Dar es Salaam and be taken from there out to Mt. Meru, what would the mode of transport be?
LJ's server center lost all its power. Ow. Their error message is amusing, though.
Yeah, LJ is way down. Boooooo.
OTOH, I am going to go see In Good Company, when all I'd had planned for the evening was sitting around and dyeing my hair! Yay.
Erin, would there be anything in there about what mode of transport would have been used in 1954, to get a crew of people from their hotel in Dar es Salaam, out to Mt. Meru? I never know how to look - the terms, I mean.
And the other one is South Africa - a whole nother ball of wax in every way. Different climate, different terrain (Tanzania/Tanganyika is Rift Zone, SA is all the way sub-saharan), and different sociopolitically, at the time.
Pretty pretty stuff, though. I have a humongous folder of bookmarks, ever growing, and a wonderful and brilliant friend of Kristin's, who is helping me with this stuff in exchange for baked goods. But he isn't online right now, alas.
Dude. I'm reading about the elfinwood.
It is so damned beautiful, and so incredibly weird.