Friday, during which Kat cast and planned our movie, was gorgeous and sunny; today, when we had to film, was cloudy, cold, and rainy. The talent was heroic, in Edwardian dress and high-button boots, and only one umbrella among us.
We even got thunder and lightning, but fortunately by then we were indoors.
First stop, this morning: the Tacoma Glass Museum, where they welcomed us. We went into the Hot Shop where the glassblowing happens. At first Kat couldn’t go down on the floor – not allowed without a limited-access pass, according to the narrator of the glass blowing workshop. I figured it would go and beg for a pass; the worst they could say was “No.”
“Can I have a limited access pass?”
“Oh!” She remembered me from letting us in. “Of course. How many do you need?” and she whipped Media passes off a sheet of stickers and handed them over.
It’s funny how if you have a Media sticker on your shirt nobody gives you a hard time no matter where you’re wandering around.
Kat had explained what we were doing to the glass blowers, and while we couldn’t convince any of them to be Tiffany (OK, so shoot me over the lame joke; I wrote the script in three hours) in our movie, which was a disappointment, they did let Kat do some filming down on the floor, and then they wanted to see the prop (I’ll tell you about the prop tomorrow) and they were suitably impressed with it.
The Tacoma Glass Museum is pretty neat even without any time to go through the museum part. (We spent most of our time in the Hot Shop and on the Glass Bridge.) The filming went well and only one passerby was a moron, yapping on his cell phone and deliberately stopping in the range of the microphone. Kat figured since she would probably have to redo the sound (the Glass Bridge crosses both the freeway and the railroad tracks), she would just ignore the phone user’s rudeness.
Nobody took a second look at our talent, despite the Edwardian costumes, till the camera came out and filming started.
Once we got done with the Glass Museum filming, we dressed my sister’s RV cockpit to look like a steam punk spaceship drawing room, complete with giant brandy snifter ($0.99 at the local Thrif-T-Mart) and the weirdest purple bottle (also $0.99).
I got to play with dry ice. Notes on dry ice: No, alas, food coloring in the water you drop the dry ice into doesn’t make the dry ice vapor turn colors. I didn’t think it would, but it was an amusing experiment to perform because at one point I happened to pour food coloring right onto the dry ice and the coloring jumped off in a little ball – I think just its skin was frozen. Also, if you use dry ice broken up for more surface area, and warm water, you get way more vapor.
I mean really. You can’t make an SF movie without dry ice, especially if it’s steam punk.
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