I'm typing this at 4:55, trying to get this done before five. It's a push. Producing a high-quality product (or a website for a bunch of gearheads) seems to suck up every available scrap of time before — and sometimes well past — any set deadline. (AOTD today? Yeah.)
So I sympathize to an increasing degree with production people. They work, they try, they do what they can to get things right. And sometimes things are just weird, like trying to find a nonexistent picture of Hulk Hogan's godawful Viper that we can legally use. Or having a slightly unhinged Gary Busey do your commercial.
"HI IM GARY BUSEY COME ON DOWN T.."
"Gary holy shit tone it down man youre going to scare everyone"
"Ok sorry sorry."
"HI IM GARY BUSEY COME ON DOWN TO BIG BOBS LLAMA FARM AN.."
"Gary! Gary! I said tone it down, and what the fuck are you saying, this is a car dealership. One more time, quietly and correctly."
"Ok sorry, sorry."
"HI IM GARY BUSEY COME ON DOWN TO BIG BOBS LLAMA CAR SHOP A..."
"Cut! Cut! Jesus Christ can someone get Nick Nolte on the phone? Hes still alive right?"
5:08 as I send this to Hardigree. I need a drink.
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