48HOURS: Take Two

You guys remember last year, how for like, two months after the V 48 Hours Furious Filmmaking competition, I gushed about my team, Radioactive Reptiles, and about how much I loved them?
Yeah, it's THAT time of year again.

Except now, I live at the other end of a different island. Last year, as I'm sure you remember because I crowed on about it at every opportunity, I lived in Hamilton.

This year, it's sunny Dunedin.

I'm not being sarcastic either, actually. You'd be surprised how sunny Dunedin is, even today.

Anyway, despite early plans to fly home for this weekend so I could re-join my old team for more fun, I've had to go for second-best and join a *shudder* Dunedin team, Decile One. Uncannily, our director this year was a rival director last year in the Hamilton City final. Her team won the award for Best Teen Team, as well as (from memory, anyway) taking a sound engineering award. What's kinda funnier is that our team this year DOESN'T HAVE a sound engineer. Or an editor. Which could get fun.

Of course, 48 Hours this year is going against my better judgment. Last year, on the night immediately following 48, I slept for twelve hours. In the week following, my nights were interrupted by sleep-walking, sleep-talking, sleep-attempting-to-get-to-Wintec-to-do-makeup, as well as a general sense of fatigue. It was of course, fine last year, because last year I didn't have classes to attend. This year, well - for one thing, I have an assignment due on Monday. Yep. Not gonna happen. I have Japanese tests every week, which I consistently fail (please kids, if you're thinking of studying a language, don't miss class.) and will probably continue to do so next week.

Meh.

Of course, I will do 48 this year with a heavy heart, knowing my Radioactive kids at home are doing the same thing without me. I hope they win their heat (shouldn't be too much trouble, considering we last year beat eventual Hamilton winners Guerrilla Monkeys - a big "fuck you!" to Chris Tan on that note) and I'm also the awkward, on-the-sly cheerleader for Indiefilm and Whenua Pamamoa Productions. Hamilton FTW!

Here's hoping Dunedin isn't too bad either.

Peace, love, and forty-eight hours of furious filmmaking...