Now that we’re solidly on the Road to Wrestlemania, the days blur by, with one melting seamlessly into the next. New York? Was that yesterday or last week? Where are we now, and where the hell are we going next? Is Wrestlemania really only two months away? Where does all the time go?

Such is life in the great sleep deprivation experiment known as WWE in High Definition. Our new twin HD trucks, ‘Death‘ and ‘Taxes‘ continue to confound, but inch by painful inch we’re gettin’ there.

WWE A-Unit ‘Death’ – Sporting a fancy new graphic wrap

WWE B-Unit ‘Taxes’ – Still waiting for a fancy graphics wrap

So far, with eight shows behind us, I’d say the score is ‘Death and Taxes‘: six – Team Troubleshoot: one, with one show still undecided. Last night in… in… uhh… in… in the arena that has a football stadium next door was the first show that things seemed to settle down a little bit, and was the first show that I had time to think about writing a blog in ‘Taxes‘ Blogger Master Control. (And so far, the rambling blog is about as confusing as everything else in this truck has been… bear with me.)

The most ‘fun’ thing so far seems to be the completely random state that everything starts out in. Without getting into the pure technical details – mostly because I don’t have any clue what they are – everything in these trucks seems to be controlled by ghosts. What worked flawlessly yesterday won’t work at all today, or, if it does work, it works in a completely different yet surprisingly interesting manner than it should, depending on the mood of the HD phantoms that apparently are in charge. Green lights don’t always mean go anymore, and up isn’t always louder in this strange new high tech world.

Everyone on the crew is tired, everyone’s a bit on edge and definitely getting burned out, and on top of all that, now everyone is catching the bird flu. What fun! Just a small part of the ‘glamour’ that is TV production – the part that they don’t teach in TV school.

Tonight will mark a whopping nine shows down in these trucks, with only nine-hundred ninety-one to go until replace them.

Hopefully the poltergeists-in-charge will have turned into Caspers by then.

Author: frenchy