One thing I noticed at Sundance after walking up the icy hill for the
eleventy billionth time: "Wow. All of these women work out."
Friday, January 27, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
SBAP Video: The Noob's Guide to Sundance 4: Don't be a seat pee-er.
Even MORE practical advice on how to help you not show your ass at Sundance!
Sunday, January 22, 2012
I went to parties and made it out alive!
I'm taking a break from giving you practical(ly absurd) tips on how not to show your ass at the Sundance Film Festival to let you know that I'm alive, well, and having a swell time!
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Sundance Film Festival Blog: Part 1
I knew that this trip held incredible potential the minute that my roommate and I set out for Hartsfield Jackson Airport. We turned on the rock station and let songs reminiscent of Eye of the Tiger serenade the journey onward. I hadn't slept for more than two hours the night before. The gears in my head had begun to turn and there was no stopping them. I knew that the trip would absolutely blow my mind away once I saw that I would be finishing up my flight in the Frontier Badger Jet. This level of excitement makes much more sense if you take into consideration that I once spent two hours creating a Facebook photo album comprised of badger pictures from Google Image and tagging them as my friends.
I tried to calm my nerves as I boarded the plane.
"In five hours, you will be flying halfway across the country to go to your first film festival," I thought, "and your first film festival is Sundance."
As of right now, I am standing at a little kiosk playing a game with myself as to who is from California and who is not from California. So far everyone who wears the jeans/blazer/indoor sunglasses combination is from California. As soon as some more of the crew gets here, we will all hop on a shuttle and scoot off to the house that the producer rented for everyone. And then the madness will officially begin.
I'm staring at the calendar I spent the last couple of weeks drawing up. My aggressive approach to RSVPing for events has paid off: I had at least one social event to attend every day - one of which was a massive karaoke contest at the end of the week where singers compete for three hours worth of distribution consultation for their film. I want to go just for the karaoke, but here's the thing: if I go to this little schindig and sing "Ballroom Blitz," then I will win. Scientifically speaking, that is the only possibility.
This is the energy that I intend to carry through the festival:
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| I took it as a sign of goof fortune. The Good Fortune Badger. |
"In five hours, you will be flying halfway across the country to go to your first film festival," I thought, "and your first film festival is Sundance."
As of right now, I am standing at a little kiosk playing a game with myself as to who is from California and who is not from California. So far everyone who wears the jeans/blazer/indoor sunglasses combination is from California. As soon as some more of the crew gets here, we will all hop on a shuttle and scoot off to the house that the producer rented for everyone. And then the madness will officially begin.
This is the energy that I intend to carry through the festival:
Sundance. 2012.
Holla.
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