Nipper Knapp spotted this last night when he was making Jack dinner. I'm sure we'll be finding R2D2 parts strewn about the scene for months.
In other local tragedies, we are in the middle of a new kind of hell today. Our deadline to finish the pilot we shot for the NYTVF is today. We set the pilot to export out of Final Cut Pro at midnight last night. I set my alarm for 5am, thinking I'd get up and start burning DVDs. Only when I got up there was an error message. Our plan was to cut the trailer this morning while the DVDs were burning and send it all FEDEX tonight. It's 2:01, and we still haven't been able to get it to export correctly. I'm have a guy remotely controlling my computer for $125 an hour right now. I imagine the comic book guy from the Simpsons. But it could be Johnny Depp. Seriously people, if you have a shred of love for the Nipper Knapps, send all your good thoughts our way today.
Oh, that is tragic. I hope you get everything done that you need to.
I have to tell you that I cannot get "muffintop" out of my head.
You really need to warn people...it does make cleaning the house easier, though, to move around singing "she's got a lumpy body...mamamamammamamuffintop..."
I used to be a single girl in San Francisco, and after that, a single girl in LA, before that I was a baby in Michigan. But then I met Nipper Knapp. We played guitars and smoked cigarettes (me for real, Nipper Knapp not so much), and listened to Wilco, and took pictures, and laughed at each others jokes, and travelled all over, and then we had a BABY. After the initial shock of our lives being rocked like a Scorpion song, we've settled into a new set of wildly entertaining endeavors, that I think the world needs to know about.
So who is Mrs. Nipper Knapp? A photographer, an actor, a dancer, a dreamer, a doer, a butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker. Actually I'm a really sarcastic shell of a person, who can barely contain my disdain for my fellow man. I'm a real people person. I sell stuff on tv. I love weddings. I like to embroider pillowcases, and grow corn in my backyard, and eat tacos. I'm obsessed with midcentury design, and lots of other things that white people are into. I'm a midwesterner living in Los Angeles, and I'm never going back. Except Christmas and Summer. I'm a Christmas and Easter midwesterner. Did I mention I grow corn...
Oh, that is tragic. I hope you get everything done that you need to.
ReplyDeleteI have to tell you that I cannot get "muffintop" out of my head.
You really need to warn people...it does make cleaning the house easier, though, to move around singing "she's got a lumpy body...mamamamammamamuffintop..."
Genius. Genius.Genius.