Ginkers: The Blog
You can find it here: http://ginkers.blogspot.com/
I'll post a permalink on the side too. It's hard to believe I've been attached to Rucksack Films for so long. Almost since I've been back in New Jersey, I think. We started with The Boy Roach, in it's various iterations and now we're onto the Ginkers. I think we've actually shot more in a few short months than we did in the years of TBR. A lot of that comes from the nature of the projects. With Ginkers, there are subjects and we just ask questions. TBR had a script and actors and a whole slew of other things that come with a feature film and sometimes the bottom would just drop out on you. Regardless, it's been a lot of fun and I'm proud to be part of the group.
It seems like only yesterday that I met Rob, answering an ad on Mandy.com. We met at Barnes and Noble and I got there early and asked just about everyone in the cafe area if they were Rob. Then, while perusing through Video Watchdog and Fangoria, I heard someone call my name,
"Hey douchebag, you have to pay for that. This isn't a library."
After outwitting the dim-witted employee, I heard another voice,
"Clean-up in the restroom."
Putting down the copy of Playboy, I left the bathroom and went back out into the cafe. There I met Rob and he gave a nice boy with little credits outside of some student films and some work at an NBC affiliate a job as a PA. I asked if the job paid, and he said it did in the spiritual coin. I accepted gleefully, knowing that the exchange rate on ghosts was through the roof. Little did I know at the time that spiritual coin was not actually accepted to exchange at the bank due to an embargo on the spirit world. Undaunted, I pressed on and at the first shoot I attended, met the rest of the crew, including "Merry" Matt Ziegler and a whole bunch of people who aren't involved anymore. There was a guy who went to Pittsburgh and got angry when my team stomped his, and I think a PA who might have been 40 at the time and in a car accident. My memory is hazy. I just remember thinking--"This is fucking awesome." Then we had sushi, I'm pretty sure.
Later on, at one of the Rutgers Gardens shoots, I stepped in dog crap. I have a tendency to do that. It might be a special power. If it is, I think I'll trade it in to be Potato Salad Man.
Now we've been through a lot and got a job outside of retail and digging graves, I'm a husband and a father and I'm a cameraman now too, backing up the magnificent Matt on the shoots with my trusty HV20, and I must say, it gets better with every minute and I can't wait to see the finished product. And once that embargo ends, I'm going to cash in my coin and be a millionaire. Unless there's an arcade that accepts it, in which case, I'm going to play me some Galaga.
Rock and fucking roll.






