Sunday, April 29, 2007
Toast

I'm fucking exhausted.

I got up at 5 AM this morning, left the house at 7, and was in Indianola by 9. Then I shot and shot and shot and shot and shot. I left Indianola at 6:30, and just got back home a few minutes ago, a little after 8:30. I got three hours of footage today; counting that, I now have thirty-two tapes worth of footage for this project. Thirty-fucking-two. And I still have one more round of interviews to go. The funny thing is, looking at my thirty-two tapes, I'm still worried that I don't have enough solid footage to cut together a 60-minute film. If you're counting, that would be roughly a 30:1 shooting ratio.

Remember, I'm basically doing this for free. And while the shooting's almost over, I've still got to cut this bitch. Thirty-two tapes so far. I'm hoping somebody will remind me in the comments why I do this work.

Anyway, it was a good day. I got lots done, and I'm relieved to have the last of the major shooting over with finally. Both of the teenagers I interviewed today were better than the first few, and one of them was absolutely fantastic. So I'm satisfied with my day's work.

Driving past the Tunica casinos on my way home, there's a set of three billboards along the road advertising a skanky-looking titty bar called The Pony. The first billboard says, "GOT BEER?" in giant bold letters. The second billboard, until recently, said "GOT BOOBS?" My initial snarky response to that one was, "yes, actually, I'm all set for boobs, thanks." My second reaction was, "there's no fucking way that's going to last long." I wouldn't say I personally found it offensive so much as stupid and obnoxious, but the delta is a deeply religious place and I was certain there would be plenty of complaints. The third billboard, incidentally, showed a trio of "hot chicks" (I use the term generously; they look about as enticing as a meth-addled street whore to me, but what do I know?) along with some smarmy-looking dude in a black vest and goatee holding a bottle of beer and giving a thumbs-up, accompanied by the caption, "WE'VE GOT BOTH!" Okay, wev.

Driving past tonight, I noticed that the "GOT BOOBS?" billboard has indeed been pulled down, and replaced with a new billboard that has two pictures of giant baseballs where the word "BOOBS" used to be. So now it says (give me credit, I'm trying here), "GOT ( )( )S?"

I see three possibilities for interpretation, listed here from most to least obvious:

1) The intended message is, "GOT BALLS?", suggesting that those who complained about the "BOOBS" are emasculated little pussy-men, whereas the owners of the Pony are bold, outspoken rebels who won't be cowed by moralism any more than they are by the standards of good taste.

2) The baseballs are a visual representation of the BOOBS in question. Which is probably pretty accurate, since I expect most of the BOOBS on display at the Pony are, much like baseballs, hard, leathery, and encircled by visible seams and stitches.

3) The dancers at the Pony actually have balls.
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