Visiting home and being away from Jet Set Zero has been relaxing, but can sometimes feel lonely. For the last few months, I have spent almost every waking hour with one or a combination of Matt, Brian, Bryan and Kevin, and I have enjoyed the bittersweet solitude. I’ve found over the last few days, however, that I miss everyone most when I’m trying to film something.

Kevin and Bryan do an awesome job, so it’s easy to sit back and assume that all the shots will be great, they’ll be neatly logged and rolled nicely up into another beautifully edited masterpiece by Jed. But now, I’m here alone with a camera, and, let’s just say, God did not put me on this earth to be a cinematographer. Here’s a brief shot list:

• 3-minute monologue, drowned out by wind noise
• Copious footage of the road while driving, frame-askew
• Many inadvertent shots of my groin
• Half of a sunset time-lapse (at the end of which, the camera falls over and tumbles down a pile of pumice)

Dear Jed, I would recommend taking a few painkillers and some Dramamine before you watch any of my footage.