42 posts tagged “blurb”
The roommate's fine.
If you consider a sternum contusion "fine", anyway. She's currently happily sacked out on our couch with Eric on Vicodin and wine watching America's Worst Catastrophe's on The History Channel. Throw in some Prozac and you have a bona fide American cure-all for anything ailin' ya.
I'm basically giving up on my pilot. The latest is that they're aiming towards less 'death' and more 'history', which, in my opinion, makes the show a helluva lot more boring and much less likely for people to watch. Plus, apparently production is getting pushed back to Julyish.
Bah.
After this weekend of snowboarding up on the mountain, I came back happily exhausted and proud of my battle scars. In this case, a big ol' bruise on my left knee and slight ice burn on my chin from a particularly painful face plant. The face, thankfully, isn't that bad. The bruise could pose a problem if The Boss wants us to accompany any clients to Oscar events this week because none of my Oscar-escorting outfits hit below the knee. Ah well, cross the bridge when it comes up and smacks me in the face.
Note to self: Do not talk to boy you are trying to be impressive and flirty with on the phone when you're in the grocery store. Not only will half your brain be missing because you're trying to remember everything you came to the store for and therefore unable to present your most intelligent side to the boy, but it's gotta be obnoxious for everyone in the store to listen in on just one side of the now-pathetic attempt to be flirtatious conversation. Plus, you get home and realize you completely forgot to get the toothpaste.
Listening to: Metallica - Hero of the Day
Last night: Go see midnight showing of Romero's latest, Diary of the Dead. Since the 10pm showing had gone on late, didn't end up getting home til 3am or so.
This morning: Woke up at 830am to get to The Agency's anniversary breakfast at 10am which lasted until 1 bloody pm (Coincidence! The waiter who served us was one of the guys I used to work with back at The New Restaurant! Small world....and I'm not going to lie and say I didn't feel a tiny bit of relief/satisfaction that I'm no longer working in the service industry to supplement my creative career), went by Lush to pick up the fabulous face masks that work wonders for my roseacea-prone sensitive babyface, dropped off clothes/shoes at Salvation Army, and am currently debating napping/cleaning or going to the gym before going to a client's ex-boyfriends music label launch party, then driving up to The Mountain for some snowboarding tomorrow as well as watching Giles compete in a boardercross event on Monday.
I'm tired.
Ooh! But I'm on avails for the Cable One spot! Wee!
Me stumbling bleary eyed out of my room this morning and spying my roommate on her way out the door to work: "Morning."
Her: "Hey! Have a blast on your trip to New Orleans today! Be sure and bare your breasts as much as possible."
Me: "Silly, Mardi Gras was YESTERDAY..."
Her: (best innocent expression *ever*): "Who said anything about Mardi Gras?"
I *still* can't believe I walked into that one.
Hey buckos, much apologies for the long delay in postage, but I've...well. I've been afflicted by the plague.
Stupid villainous flu.
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaamn Yoooooooooou!
Granted, I'm getting over it. But after dragging my hungover carcass (admittedly, drinking a bottle of wine and two beers when my throat was already starting to feel a bit scratchy MAY not have been the best idea) home on Saturday morning (all the while focusing on getting home in one piece while trying not to stare at the snow-covered mountain tops to my east side window), I didn't leave my apartment til Tuesday morning when two auditions and a need to pay my rent necessitated such.
will be back to form soon. promise!
In the meantime, didja see the LOST finale from last season? Didja see the Sawyer promo set to 'Bad to the Bone"?
mmmm....pure Sawyerporn...
The Patriots won! Woo!
The CHARGERS won!? What the HELL?!
I mean....YAY! But....what the HELL!?
All I know is, Paul owes me some damn pizza! Serves him right, betting on the Colts.
Well, things at The Agency have just started to speed back up. Not quite so much with film or TV, naturally (despite Actorsite's emailed mission statement this morning that "Films and TV Movies are CASTING like CRAZY"....um, really? what breakdowns are YOU reading?), but commercials have been damn busy. Despite that, I haven't had My First Audition of 2008 yet. Naturally I'm hoping it's because the gods know to turn that into My First Booking of 2008, and they want just the right job.
Sidedesk and Middledesk are back in town and in theory, we'll all be back to work this week. I'm still trying to convince The Boss that moving to a system more technologically current than sticking Post-it's to a wall is a better way to keep track of all our clients' auditions. Just a thought.
The Boss, however, being the typical control freak that he is, balks at anything that isn't his idea. This is a typical exchange, that occurred yesterday ( FYI, a "hard copy" is what we refer to when a project comes out that wants actual headshots delivered to them as a submission instead of the far easier electronic submission. So we group together our clients' headshots in an envelope which is usually picked up twice a day by a messenger service to bring to the various casting offices around LA).
I was washing out the remains of my homemade fruit smoothie from my thermos at the office sink when The Boss walked up. "MAW, those hard copy packages were never picked up yesterday because we canceled the messenger service for two weeks," he said, standing at the entrance of the kitchenette.
"Two weeks?" I replied, glancing up at him in surprise. "I only told them to cancel it for the week of Christmas."
"Well, they obviously thought it carried over into this week, didn't they," he said. "Get some stamps on them and bring them to the post office."
"Ok," I replied, rinsing out the thermos and putting it upside-down on the paper towel next to the sink to dry. I glanced at my watch which read 2:34pm. "The mail hasn't come yet today, do you want to leave them outside to go out with the rest of the ----"
"No, I want them going out now. The mail doesn't come until 3 or 4 and I want these out."
"Ok," I said, walking over to the door where the hard copies had been left since yesterday. I duly stamped them, grabbed the rest of the outgoing mail (may as well take care of it all at once), and walked back to The Boss's office to let him know I was leaving.
"I'm heading out to drop these off, see ya in a bit," I said, waving and walking back towards the front lobby. His voice called me back.
"Just go to the post office on Fairfax."
"Oh, there's one there? I was going to the ---"
"No, go to the one on Fairfax," he said, gesturing with his pen. "It's on the east side of the street, go up the alleyway, park in the lot behind the post office."
"Sure," I replied, walking out the door.
"Just go--" I sighed inaudibly and walked backwards into his office. "--up the street, make a right, it's right next to the Subway."
"Ok," I walked towards the lobby again.
"I think ---" I walked back into his office. "--there's a travel agency right next to it also."
"Ok."
"Just go to that one. It's only after 5pm that we need to go to the other one. This one is fine."
"Ok."
"You won't need to stand in line, those stamps should be fine. You should just be able to drop it off."
"Ok."
This happens a lot. The usual modus operandi with him is either to order you to do something and then give you FAR too much detail in exactly how to do it, or to order you to do something and leave you with no earthly idea how to accomplish it.
Is this normal?
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Still haven't heard a definitive answer about The Pilot I shot way back in November. Last I heard the response was extremely favorable, but that we wouldn't know anything until February. Again, I'll be wicked excited if it gets picked up, despite my still (albeit slight) feelings of trepidation that it is a reality show of sorts. My passion is *acting*, is getting to be *someone else* for the day, not worrying about how I'm going to look as my li'l ol' self on the small screen.
Still. TV Show. Me. Not complaining. Promise!
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In other not-me-related news, SAG has deemed that No Actors Will Appear At The Golden Globes. Hoo boy.
This is after the declarations that, in addition, no film clips are being allowed to be shown and no monologues/presentations are allowed to be written.
So....what, exactly is going to happen to the awards show? The networks already said The Show Must Go On, but that was before SAG threw this whammy on them. Enjoy losing more money over this strike, bitches! Because I know I'm enjoying apologizing to my landlord that rent is going to be late. Again.
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Despite the doomsday predictions that California was going to be hit by non stop rains, flooding and the utter chaos that follows such an event, there hasn't been too much actual water falling from the sky. Currently? Cloudy. I'm merely perturbed that it doesn't seem to be cold enough to be converting this lovely precipitation into snow in the mountains. Planning on going snowboarding on Tuesday, regardless. If I'm going to have a boss-mandated day off, I'm going to enjoy it, goddammit.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After my being the last one that they told about shopping for rings (which I was expecting), Mom made it a point to tell me I was the FIRST one they called about it being all official. Yay! :)
Also?? I have an audition for a SAG National Bud Light Commercial tomorrow!! I just have to channel whatever was going on at Goa the other night when I was a downright male magnet and I should be all set!
What ELSE, you ask!?!? Why, going to see WICKED, of course!! Roosevelt texted asking if I still wanted to go, oh and by the way, did I want to do Katsuya before or afterward? Oh, AND, I still need to take him shopping to pick something out for him and for myself, because he just wants to buy me a present for some odd reason.
I feel like such a kept woman.
EEEEEeeeeee..........First I see Kristin Chenowith at a SAG screening of Pushing Daisies, I get hugged by Ellen Greene, and now I'm seeing Wicked!! I'm so ridiculously psyched.
On other matters, that cute UCLA guy that I read with at the T-Mobile commercial asked me out, and Playboy's best friend keeps sending me semi-flirty texts. WTF is going ON?
Some updates:
(fuck....I can't get the damn bulleted list to format correctly, resulting in me doing repeated edits like a fish flopping on the desk of a boat. forgive me.)
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There is SNOW at Bear Mountain!
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Despite not hugely great reviews, I want to see I Am Legend. My only debate is whether I want to read the book first. All signs point to yes.
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Thoroughly disgusted with Playboy yet again. Asked if he was free tonight a few days ago as I have THE WHOLE DAY OFF TODAY and I thought dinner would be nice. He said he had plans but he would see what he could do. I texted him last night for a few minutes, he was performing for a Hollywood function, so he said, and I quote, "Talk later. Worky."
K.
Then, at 2am while I was thankfully insensible to the world, he sent me another text, again I quote: "Oops! Sorry i didn't get back 2 u sooner. Beer happened. So its a no go 4 dinner. Sorry."
K.
He leaves tomorrow for about 3 weeks of family themed holiday plans. Cheers, jackoff.
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Danced for THREE HOURS (stop scoffing at how little three hours is, Jesse Miner was DJing as well and he has a tendency to throw out nothing but songs that will have you running for the water fountain after every dance) last night to Barbara Morrison. I still don't think anything will top the 2003 9:20 Special Performance up in San Francisco, but this was still damn fun. If I hadn't stuffed myself on the California Sushi Salad at Houston's (first time eating there, totally overrated), I would've been able to enjoy the Dessert Competition just a tad more. And then thrown up, because have you ever mixed nothing but sweets and fast lindy together? Not a good combination.
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Did I mention I have THE WHOLE DAY OFF? Because I intend do to nothing except laundry, buy new lightbulbs, vacuum, work on the European Holiday Extravaganza 2006 Scrapbook, and find a new nightstand that doesn't involve my overturned laundry basket. Because that's how I roll.
Hah! Guess who won Overheard in New York's latest headline contest?
A good religious reference will get you a long way.....
