Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Saturday, May 23, 2020

The last few weeks saw me living the dream: an honest week's pay for an honest day's work.

Work is trickling down at my job, leaving me with only a few actual hours of work every day. To keep the work going at a steady pace and to cut down on potential health crises, me and my fellow workers have been reporting in on alternating weeks. (And as a neat little bonus, we've been filling out timesheets so we can collect pay even for weeks we don't have to leave for work. Not bad.)

Apparently, with things opening back up, I'm having to go back to working every week. On top of that, we're only getting paid for the hours we work. From 40 hours worth of cash a week to, at best, 16-20.

I can only hope that rumors of further stimulus assistance are true. I can only get by on so much (and some of that money would really take a chunk out of my back debts; more on that in a future post).

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Monday, May 11, 2020

Okay. I'm in the middle of watching Explorers on Crackle. Around the 38-minute mark, following the scene of Daren getting back his failing test, there's a weird transition to Daren searching around at night with his flashlight. It's not quite a complete fade; the scene freezes mid-fade with the light seeming to illuminate the previous visual, before flashing out of existence. I've replayed it seven or eight times and I still can't figure it out.

Maybe, it's how the film was transferred (online streaming services are so unpredictable), but there is the remotest possibility that this was by design. If the latter, not since the sliding split-screen in the prom massacre of Carrie (also edited by a Hirsch!) have I wanted to pick an editor's brain.

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