Money makin' ... in the world of Craigslist

So, been poking around for work on Craigslist - and I gotta say, the sheer amount of internship opportunities is astounding! Who knew you could intern as a Director of Photography or Producer? WOW! The fact that people want an intern to edit their video footage shocks me. An edit is the one place were you have the opportunity to camouflage your mistakes, to pluck a story from the jaws of boredom, and to otherwise make a watchable program out of otherwise useless footage. What has become of the quality standards of this profession? Oy vay!

So this brings me to my new curiosity - how to make a living as a filmmaker without a trust fund (damn my ancestors for not being waspy patrician royalty of the Connecticut upper class) or without a winning lotto ticket? The answer? Play lotto! So I did, didn't win (only got 1 number on the Mega Millions) so now I am back to square one - minus $1. Any ideas? Commercials? Take too long to get the go ahead. Go sell Peanut Butter sandwiches in little ziplock baggies in high rise office buildings? Nah - security is too tight these days and the giant German shepherd Chupacabra cross breeds sniffing for Semtex would likely consume my wares. I'd be even further down than if I took my chances with the lotto.

I know. I'll write a screenplay. And sell it. After I have made it into a movie. I'll sell the movie too. After I get the money to pay SAG. And after I pay the rent... with the $237 budget that I have available now. Lots of interest from equity investors, a little interest from religious people that come to the door offering a new form of Jesus worship - though I suspect they are somewhat insincere when they bless me and leave after hearing my elevator pitch.

We start tomorrow. Let the beautiful disaster begin! Till then, I'm the guy on the off ramp with the sign - "Will film for money, you cheap schmuck"

Thinking about hiring a guy to wear a sandwich board with my reel playing in an LCD on his chest and my dayrates on his back. Hmmm. He'd have to be tall. And fat so people would have to feel like they had to move around him - plus more advertising real estate - and his personality would have to be such that he couldn't make friends - I want him working, not smokin' and jokin'! And he'd have to be ugly - so little children wouldn't think he was Santa out of season.