Topping Haggerty

  • Creative? Not so much…

    I’m writing this on the fly, which can only mean one thing – more typos, more poor grammar choices, more run-on sentences, comma splice errors, etc. This post will be filled with all the things that would make my English teachers/professors/English professor friends cry, and then pause and wonder how on earth I manage to communicate.…

  • My Secret Talent

    I’ve always suspected I’m secretly great at something.  The problem is that I haven’t quite found that thing I’m great at.  Over the years I’ve learned it’s not drawing, writing, photography, improv, film making, pottery, gymnastics or tennis, but I’ve never given up hope (as you can tell).  Earlier this year I decided it might…

  • Fifi & Mr. Pickles

    Another shoot featuring one of my favorite people that was written, directed, and edited by another one of my favorite people, and filmed and sounded ummm soundified? soundied? by more of my favorite people.  And to get Executive Producer, all I had to do was offer up my garage (you’ll soon admire how fancy it…

  • Abra-ka-what-what!

    You may recall that last August our little gang entered our first Austin 48 Hour Film Project.  I may have written (vented?) about it in a behind-the-scenes post. While we were able to turn-in a completed film, it wasn’t the film in its entirety.  (If only we’d had 49 hours!) But today, thanks to our…

  • Behind the Scenes of Agony

    Topping put together this fun little Behind the Scenes video from our Agony shoot.  In it you’ll: Meet most of the team (now in Technicolor) Marvel at how well I know our DP’s name Get the inside scoop on the on-set drama Hear Richard!   Enjoy!

  • A Big Win

    Several weeks ago Richard, you know Richard – remember that time you and Richard…? Of course you do.  Anyway, Richard contacted the gang, you know the gang (do we have to do this again?) and presented us with a 1 minute film contest.  The contest, put on by Project ED, was to pick a scary…

  • Just an Ordinary Day

    Our garage is like almost any garage – kind of ordinary in its rectangular-ness mixed with a hint of boring.  It’s a space where only cars and items that aren’t quite loved enough to hangout inside live.  The occasional yard tool loiters aimlessly against the wall. Every day I come home, open the door and…