Photo 5: As any good friend would, I cancelled my plans for the week and booked a rush ticket to Bulgaria. In February. I fit as much long underwear as I could (which is a rare commodity in Southern California) in between the hockey gloves and kneepads, added a few hand tools to the suitcase, and took the 10 hour flight for my 5 day stay just north of the Black Sea.
Turns out that there were lots of art department things Matt wanted for the film that his art department couldn't quite wrap their heads around, like this scuba gear made from a broken vacuum cleaner, so I was tasked with a dozen more projects, and several more weeks of work than anticipated.
So, really, there is no moral to this story! The fact that I was afraid of a movie shark as a child only to be eaten by a movie shark multiple times later in life has had no real effect on my daily routine. It was just something fun to talk about, and I figured Shark Week was as good a time as any!
My faux phobia of faux sharks should not influence your admiration of these magnificent creatures in any way, but if for any reason a full week of awesome Discovery Channel programming has you afraid to fill the bath tub, pop in the Shark Hunter DVD for good laugh!