i'm pretty much a master at them now, after rehearsing several times and then filming three takes of me falling to the ground in a fit of convulsions, before having a sheet thrown over me and my head destroyed by a metal pole (a C-stand to be exact, which is actually a piece of film equipment...how self-referential).
i've got some time to chillax right now, since i'm not in the next few shots. jordan (el jefe) wants some supernatural stop-motion shit, so that's what's going down at the moment. i just like the idea of him going the rest of the year with "DIE, YOU LIMP-DICKED BASTARD!!" scrawled on his bedroom wall (my character is a little peeved about the whole getting-murdered thing).
i'll write more later, but first i have to wash hershey's syrup out of my hair.
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edit: i believe the final draft ended up being "SUFFER, DIE LIMP-DICK PSYCHOFUCK :)"
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