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Monday, January 20, 2003

Oh, god. I just had a producing nightmare.

Strangely enough, the control room was somehow in my mother's bathroom in our house in Oregon. Don't ask me how they got all the people and equipment in there.

It's like I took over a newscast -- the noon show maybe? -- with like an hour to air... but it was all done, practically. But then again it wasn't.... like the first few chyrons of the show were horribly wrong... For some reason that's really the only thing I can remember about the "show" itself. The dream fast-forwarded to that problem being discussed in the postmortem. Maybe that was the only thing that mattered. That and the manager who NEVER raises his/her voice or yells at anybody telling me off for not covering my own butt. Oddly enough, for about a second, it made me long for the days when I'd be called in the booth by an irate news director or executive producer and be yelled at while the show was going on.

Oooooohhhhh... remind me never to eat Doritos right before going to bed.

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