April 15, 2002
Marni's pissed at me for turning down the Springer. It's not like it pays, she just likes having absolution for watching. Probably she's pissed I said that. This job's supposed to be some kind of punishment I think. Some sort of rinky plastic vegetable chopper. She forgets I like shooting commercials for gadgets that argue their worth. You need this. What you have isn't good enough. This need to persuade strips away any pretense of artiness. It's all I can do to keep the camera from shaking as the client's niece demonstrates how difficult it is to operate a knife.