See this photo on the left? THAT is what was in my Final Cut Pro edit bay this week! I'm glad I have photographic proof of this, because what I'm about to reveal-- you will not likely believe... There is an anomaly causing a space-time differential in Final Cut bay 5. I went in there early in the morning... Then after what felt like a couple of hours of editing, I left the room-- only to find the day shift had long since gone home! Time was moving at a slower rate inside the edit bay! Could this be why people always say I look so young? Could it be it's because I AM younger due to this anomaly in my bay? I think next time somebody tells me I look to young to be doing this job I will simply explain. :)
So Dave and I have been working like crazy on a project the past 3 days. We even broke out our jib! It's just a story about our new station website... but we were told they wanted us to do something creative... We came up with this. It was sooooo much work!

Yes, the rumors are true. The owner of our townhome has decided to sell. I counted all the change in our ugly brown ceramic bowl, but it wasn't quite enough to satisfy the Miami housing bubble... so, we are moving.
Let me tell you, it's not easy to find a new place to rent when you are dealing with a tear in the space-time continuum either. But we found time to check out a place and decided to take it. It has this super cool 1970s wall radio in the kitchen that still works. I dig it! I detest moving. We really love the place we're in right now. It's totally 'us'. But I'm sure once Mr. Tuvok is put up in the guest bathroom it will feel like home.

Click on Mr. Tuvok to read what he says in the bubble. It's printed backwards on the wall so it looks right in the mirror. This is what our guest see when they look up in the mirror while doing their business. ha. And yeah... those are autographs on the carboard Vulcan... There's a story for every one of them... but I think we've discussed Mr. T enough for one day. Imagine if you were reading this blog in Final Cut bay 5? It could take centuries.

One last note though: The color bars on the wall is oil on canvas painted by Mr. Malkoff.

Dave has been bugging me to blog about our press pass collection on the wall. Anyway it USED to be on our wall. We have to move so we're packing up. boo!! Click on the photo to see descriptions of the passes. Happy now, Dave! ;)

Happy birthday, Dad!! Today is my Dad's 59th birthday. The above photo is from my wedding rehearsal back in March. My Dad is the best-- and can play a mean polka on the accordion. :) Love you, Dad! See you in less than 2 weeks!
Oh... and sorry bout this... but the following picture is waaaaay too funny not to post. The picture below was taken in August of 2004 when my parents came to visit me in Miami. You gotta watch those Miami mannequins!

Today was an exciting day at work. Air marshals shot and killed an airline passenger who claimed to have a bomb at Miami International Airport. I ended up pulling a double, but it flew by.

Here are my favorite moments from today in no particular order:

-- It was a media circus inside the airport. It was like a gigantic blob o' media hovering around security just waiting for somebody who saw or heard something at the D gates to come out. My reporter and I bought plane tickets and walked right past them all and WENT to the D gates. The exclusive stuff we got at the D gates made the CBS evening news. ;p

--Passengers crowded around me and asked : "What happened?", "Was somebody really shot?", "Why are all the police here?", "Do you know where I can find a book store?", "What is the fastest animal?". The Cheetah. Okay, I made up the part about the Cheetah. But in the midst of all the shooting related questions some guy actually asked me about a book store. Turn around and walk 50 feet, buddy.

--I considered not blogging about this... but I think I will laugh about it years from now when I go back and re-read this silly blog. So I was standing in the airport minding my own business waiting for my reporter to get out of the bathroom... A pilot approaches me.
Pilot: You look way too young to be a reporter.
Me: Yeah, I get that a lot.
Pilot: How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?
Me: I'm 30. (here we go)
Pilot: No! You can't be! You look like you're 18!
Me: (well at least he was closer than mike wallace who thought I was 12)
Pilot: I bet you get carded all the time!
Me: Even for rated R movies.
Pilot (very seriously): Listen to me, I've been flying to Central and South America for years and years. And the women are HOT. I mean THE-WOMEN-ARE-HOT! HOT!!
Me: (oh god. keep smiling. go away strange pilot man.) Uh, huh.
Pilot: Listen, They are so HOT, I don't date gringos anymore. But listen to me, You...You are equal.
Me: uh. Thanks.

Yeah... I am a psycho magnet for those of you who didn't know.

And now for something completely different! Look at how adorable Hartman is eating grass outside the front!

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Today is my Mom's 57th birthday! She's the sweetest person on earth, not to mention the best Mommy ever. :)

When I was a kid I was quite a night owl. Not to mention a chocolate pudding fiend! I used to wake Mom up in the middle of the night asking her if I could have some chocolate pudding! And every time, no matter what time it was or what time she had to get up in the morning, she got out of bed and made me my chocolate pudding.

Love you, Mom! By the way, when you're here for Christmas... could we have some midnight pudding?

Yay! for us! Tonight was the regional Emmy Awards extravaganza. Dave and I won an Emmy for a feature we did on Zero Gravity flights out of Ft. Lauderdale! Woohoo! To see our story click on the emmy.

I remember to shoot the story we had to get up at the crack of dawn. Scratch that-- we had to be IN PLACE at the crack of dawn. Let me tell you... nothing seems worth getting up before sun... at least until I've had my first can of Coke!

When we arrived they gave us these cool space suits to wear. Dave and I couldn't resist doing out best STARGATE pose!

We boarded a Boeing 727 named G-Force 1. Up until that point, I was too engrossed in shooting to really take in and think about what was about to happen. We were about to fly 30,000 feet into the air and essentially take a nose dive. It was one of those "what the heck am I doing" moments!

The plane climbed at a 45 degree angle and I could feel the g's pushing down on me. Then, as the plane 'goes over the hump' to take the dive, that's when you feel like you are on a rollercoaster leaving your stomach behind--only you don't get it back! Feeling myself float up was an exhilarating experience! There were no windows to ruin the illusion that I was on a very important space mission! haha.

Of course, we did this many times. Taking the g's during the climb, then weightlessness. As awesome as it was the first few times...the law of diminishing returns kicked in when my stomach turned...and how quickly the alternating g to zero g bacame torture! I've always been prone to motion sickness... but I had plenty of company on this flight! Still, a very cool experience and worth the nausia and the 5am-midnight workday.

Guadalupe LeChuga! There's only one of you out there who will get that reference. Should I let everybody else in on it?... nah. :) Its relationship is indirect to the above photo, anyway. Not to mention the story of Guadalupe LeChuga loses something in translation.
The picture you see is of a Christmas card that my friend 'Muno' and I have been passing back and forth every year since 1994. Inside is like a time capsule. We've written short notes, holiday greetings and a 'PS: send this card back next year' for 11 years now. I just wrote my 2005 entry tonight!