ak_hepcat writes | more than 10 years ago
Got cast in the independant film Denali as the photographer for the guide-company. Should be fun, as I get to play with an Austrailian accent. Start filming mid-September.
Divorce finalized in June. I've actually been on a couple of dates, nothing serious or interesting. More just trying to remember what this whole dating this involves, anyway.
Just got a call from Eddie P, of Fox-4. Saw an ad I did a couple of years ago and thought that I'd make a good "funny-guy" in a janitorial commercial that is a take-off of "The Godfather."
No, I'm not the Godfather, I'm the patsy whom wants his trash taken. "Please Mr. Godfather, I can't stand it any more!"
Should be a funny shoot. Sometimes it's nice working without an agency -- I get these great gigs where half of the commercial is improvised on the set, and they end up playing for years and years. Too bad the market doesn't pay residuals. Sigh. Where's that national ad contract when I need one?
Most people, when asked, would probably pass on having a plaster casting made of their face. Oh no, not me. In my quest to play the Wolf in "Into the Woods", I'm undergoing prosthetic enhancement of the upper and lower mandibles, occipital lobes, and post-exterior nasal formation. Good fun was had by all those watching while I sat back with a face full of plaster, trying to control my breathing and not to laugh. Communicating in nasal wheezes and hums leaves a lot to be desired, and not that many people can sign. Fingerspelling works, but is really slow.
Did I mention that the plaster is frickin cold? Yep. So it doesn't set so quickly. A nice cold facial that weighs about 5 pounds. Everybody should enjoy it once or twice..
ak_hepcat writes | more than 11 years ago
So I'm sitting at home, listening to some Ska, bumping up my AudioScrobbler
stats, trying to work out some sore muscles from taking first-place-mens-intermediate at the local bouldering
competition on Feb 15th, and I decide to check my/. account. Wow. I have fans. That's pretty freaky. And then I notice that I've never written in my journal. Oy vey, whats a good jewish boy to do? Hell, I don't know, I'm not good, nor am I jewish. As for the third... Yep, just looked down, and the proof is in the proverbial pudding. Boy.
Ma auf salaama.