"Make a basket."

By far, perhaps the most well-timed ad-lib I've ever heard in my life, compliments of Chris Rock. It'll never make the flick, but it was great to witness regardless (I will say, however, that if we do a fat edition laser disc or DVD of this flick, there will be a pile of pretty funny out-takes to include).

We're two days into the four-to-five day strip club sequence, and thus far it's been going well. Granted, it's about a zillion degrees out and I'm traipsing around in a winter coat most of the time, but I've got nothing on poor Bob - our valiant real man within the NoMan suit. At one point this evening, we had to pull him out of the gear (so overcome by the tremendous heat from the costume was he). Was it worth it? Oh yes - it was for probably one of the best shots in the sequence. But man - did I feel like John Landis for a second or two (substitute helicopters with...whatever NoMan's made of).

Not much else to report, other than things continue to go well. I think there're nine days left to shoot, and as much as I can't wait to go home, I'm also going to miss shooting everyday. Very rarely can one nosh on breakfast burritos every morning. Very rarely can you say "Can I get a chocolate milk made with Quik and skim milk, please?", and have it show up in less than three minutes. Very rarely do you get to take naps in your trailer between set-ups.

And very rarely do you get to meet a great bunch of folks who have rearranged their lives for two months simply because they thought you had a few good ideas ('cause believe me - it sure ain't the money that's keeping folks around).

My hat (the backwards one) goes of to the crew and cast - without them, I'm some dickhead without a clue as to how he's going to make his ludicrous script work.

Hell - with them I'm that as well, but at the end of the day, it somehow all works out... thanks largely to them.

And God.