My favorite part of doing work that I'm unqualified for is the moment when I suddenly start understanding sentences that five minutes before sounded like the person was speaking in Icelandic. Until recently, my brain seized when the High School Musical crew said anything to me more technical than "extension cord". Now I'm questioning my liberal arts background because I totally could have been an engineering major.
I was setting up my teleprompter station on stage left when the cameraman came over to say hello and get down to business. He told me what I'll be responsible for during load out and I listened and nodded along.
Unplug the power? Got it.
Pack the three monitors in my road case? Check.
Make sure I put the prompter software away carefully and store it far far away from anything giving off a magnetic charge so that I don't irreparably damage it like I did yesterday and we have to get a new version flown in? NO PROBLEM.
Then I started asking questions.
"Is this DVI to video piece connected properly to the DA Box? And what exactly does this DA Box do again? Distribute signal? Right. Now for adapting the video to the Edison box, do I need any more female BNC to male RCA connectors?"
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2 comments:
you're so cool. could you do a teleprompter for my class... you know, not in spanish, but in ghetto-ass street? it would really help, especially those first few weeks of school when all the kids are like who the hell is this crazy ass white ho and what the f did she just say? you free after labor day?
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b
how about I just come over and hook up your computer so that you can watch Lost online? I KNOW how much time that'll save you.
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