I have to say, I was quite excited to get started on this project, and came home from work looking forward to beginning scoring the film the same way I looked forward to coming home and playing Half-Life or Unreal2 or F.E.A.R. Ah yes! An evening strapped into the command chair, issuing orders to Anubis, who steadfastly obeys my every whim (unless there is a Mac user in the room, in which case, Anubis tends to BSOD...) The very fate of the soundtrack was in my hands! Every drumbeat would line up like a headshot! Every moody synth track would lay down like fire from a flamethrower in a narrow hallway (note to self: Flamethrower in hallway = bad, remember?) Ambient noise effects would ricochet off the video like full-automatic gunfire! I smiled as I made my way downstairs to the studio, but was stopped short - the smile fading from my face the way it probably does when I click the trigger and discover I am out of ammo.

"...um, what the fuck is that smell?"

It turns out Gabrielle had laid down some suppressing fire of her own. 'Oppressing' actually. Strong enough to make my eyes water. 'Jesus H. Christ!' I blasphemed. (and to this day, I still don't know what the 'H' stands for). Despite my best forensic efforts (blacklight, sniffing around) I was unable to find the source of the offending smell. It was as though someone had burned an entire package of CatPiss Incense in my studio. Either that, or Gabby had pissed on the ceiling. Her sandbox was clean and dry. Interrogation proved useless.

And so, a quick trip to the hardware store, and $20 for a Rug Doctor later, I was dismantling the studio, and shampooing carpets until the wee hours of the morning. Not exactly the start I was hoping for. Gabby coughs up hairballs on an almost daily basis, but this was some kind of communication, and my Cat Urine Dialect is a bit rusty. I assume this is some kind of negative message, perhaps her disapproval of me spending too much time not petting her instead, but it could be she watched the 'Pray For Daylight' clip and it scared the piss out of her. Regardless, that is one more room she is grounded from.

So Day One was literally 'pissed away', but at least we have clean carpets to start the project...

Blog on,
-CZ

Labels: A Day In The Life, Days From Evil