This past month has been incredibly fun. Sunday (tomorrow) is my final day of filming for The Fifth Column. In the film biz, I’ll be what we call “wrapped” (finished with my part of the film). It comes from the term wrap: "That's a wrap."

Some say this comes from the acronym "Wind, Reel, and Print" Anywho, it all means that the director, editor, crew members, and supporting or featured actors might still have work to do, but principal photography is over. For now. At least until we come back for dubbing (which is when we re-record lines that have poor audio quality) and/or pick ups (which are all the little pieces of scenes we either forgot or they didn’t turn out right in final editing so we get to do them again).

Everything in this business is for now. Pretty much nothing is definite until you print the final copy and distribute it. Even then, you can go back and re-shoot or add special features, interviews, etc, if you really think it will improve your project.

But bottom line, I will be wrapped tomorrow. Which means I head back to Austin. I am actually rather sad. This has been quite a fun experience. The fifteen year old boy in my mind is glumly pouting in the corner.

Although…tomorrow will be quite a fun day…

15-YEAR-OLD BOY IN MY MIND: How can that be…we’ll be done…or wrapped as you call it.
ME: Yes, but I promise it will be fun. In tomorrow’s scene, a character gets to die and then fall on you.
YOU: Fall on You? Wait, I didn’t know I was in this movie!
ME: Not you, You. Fall on Me.
15-YEAR-OLD BOY IN MY MIND: And Me.
ME: Well you are in my mind, therefore you are me. So yes. You and Me.
YOU: Hold it, you said You again. I thought I wasn’t in it…
ME: Sorry, You. My mistake, it’s just us.
US: Me?
ME: No, not You, not Us. It’s just Me and him.
HIM: Me?
15-YEAR-OLD BOY IN MY MIND: Can you shut these people up!? I’m trying to glumly pout in the corner, while slowly processing the fact that the scene might actually be fun tomorrow, yet never letting it show because of my overpowering teenage angst and irrepressible desire to be pitied as the poor tortured soul that I am.

Anywho, today, we are celebrating my cousin Courtney’s birthday. Two of my cousins who live in Houston had birthdays this month, and I’ve gotten to be there for both. Sweet deal and perfect timing!

Here are some pics from The Fifth Column.

We are about to shoot a scene where we come up through a hatch in the floor above.

This is my GAME2 costume. Most of the film was shot in this fancy getup.

Can't tell you much about this scene. You'll have to see the movie. Whahaahaa

And of course, a giant whit Hummer. That was a fun day.

that is all.
madiswrapped

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helloooo san antonio!

upon graduation from college, el universitaire, la higher educashion…my ego has grown considerably, nonetheless it remains proportional to my genuisness…therefore criticism will find no home in this life of adventure and brilliance. it seems as though my brain is so full of trinity grown intelligence that no room remains for an ego. as an optimist, i'd say i'm at least half full of myself.

YOU: What are you up to these days?
ME: Well, You, I’m glad you asked.

for the month of June, i am living in Houston filming a feature length independent film called The Fifth Column. It’s a futuristic action film, and I play a young girl who has mad skills at video games.

we’ve been shooting for a week and it has been a freakin blast. literally and figuratively.

YOU: Literally a blast?
ME: yes. literally.

we get to fire a variety of guns. i have a shotgun, a nighthawk assassins pistol with a silencer and a red dot scope, and an XM8 assault rifle. wicked awesome, right? i sound like a badass, right? the 15-year-old boy in my mind is going “wooooo hoooooo, heck yes!”

15-YEAR-OLD BOY IN MY MIND: Wooooo Hooooo! Heck yes!
ME: told you.

so anywho, that what’s up right now. the shoot (both the guns and the film) is going really well. im living at a cousin’s house while i'm here in Houston. it has been bundles of fun to catch up with this part of my family.

bottom line: i am one lucky little dog.

livin’ the life, and bakin’ cookies. for real yo. i am actually bakin’ earl grey cookies at my cuz’s house. and they are quite fantastic. the 14-year-old girl in my tummy is going, “yay hooray, yum yum!”

14-YEAR-OLD GIRL IN MY TUMMY: Yay Hooray, Yum YUM!
ME: told you again.
38-YEAR-OLD ENGLISHMAN IN MY TASTE BUDS: Ho hum, yes humm, that appears to be a lovely cookie. May I have a go at one?
ME: didn't see that one coming...ummm yes, you can have one....
38-YEAR-OLD ENGLISHMAN IN MY TASTE BUDS: Why thank you my dear.
Bites into cookie.
38-YEAR-OLD ENGLISHMAN IN MY TASTE BUDS: Lovely, that is bloody delicious.
ME: Thanks, I appreciate the compliment. But in the future, can you not use the term bloody when describing my cookies?
38-YEAR-OLD ENGLISHMAN IN MY TASTE BUDS: oh yes, right, I apologize. The cookies are delicious...no blood.
ME: Thanks.
38-YEAR-OLD ENGLISHMAN IN MY TASTE BUDS: Delicious cookies free of blood. Sans blood. All cookie and no red body fluids: plasma, red blood cells, white bl-
ME: That's enough.
38-YEAR-OLD ENGLISHMAN IN MY TASTE BUDS: Yes, right you are.

that is all.
maducky

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