I was fitted for costumes today. I don't want to say anything until I'm stuck in front of a camera, because crazy paranoia has settled in.
Anyway, I was shuffled in front of the costume designer for inspection. Then the nice fellow dressing me took me back to make some alterations. I asked him if we'd show the costume director again when we were done, and he looked at me with this look of terror, waved his hands and shook his head a little when he said "Oh no." In the same quiet voice he went on to explain that the short little old man I'd just met had won two Oscars. It was kind of awesome and hilarious.
He's also been nominated for three other projects. One of which. Is The Journey Of Natty Gann.
I am more excited about this than anything else so far. I'm so serious. You have no idea.
Monday
Saturday
Wait, what?
Okay. So. Last week on the 18th (which, incidentally, was my cousin's 25th birthday) I was not at work. Beth figured this out because I was not using webmail, which formats my emails differently then they are usually formatted. But I didn't really tell anybody beforehand. I told Beth, obviously. And Lauren.
I went to an audition for this movie, directed by this director and starring a young acclaimed actress. It has something to do with the Beatles but not directly. They said, "dress up like 60s people." And so I did, purchasing a dress from the internet in short order and doing my hair and makeup as best I was able. I decided to be a mod (heeee) since I was sure 90% of everybody would be showing up as hippies. I think I was totally right.
Pictures, incidentally, are available. I'm either totally pretty or depressingly hideous, depending on my mood.
Also, according to the form I filled out, this film may have naked people in it. I'll totally not be one of them.
I got a call yesterday morning from a fellow named Robert. It was around noon, so I was totally still in bed and I got up to check the phone, which was displaying "Unavailable#." Interesting, but I went back to sleep until I felt I could adequately did with things. And I showered and got dressed before I listened to the message, because I'm weird.
He wanted to know about my availability. For the movie. And then I had a orderly conversation, and scheduled an appointment to be fitted for costume. And then I called my mother and spent 15 minutes hopping around.
... Keen-eyed readers may have noticed that I am not at my house.
I went to an audition for this movie, directed by this director and starring a young acclaimed actress. It has something to do with the Beatles but not directly. They said, "dress up like 60s people." And so I did, purchasing a dress from the internet in short order and doing my hair and makeup as best I was able. I decided to be a mod (heeee) since I was sure 90% of everybody would be showing up as hippies. I think I was totally right.
Pictures, incidentally, are available. I'm either totally pretty or depressingly hideous, depending on my mood.
Also, according to the form I filled out, this film may have naked people in it. I'll totally not be one of them.
I got a call yesterday morning from a fellow named Robert. It was around noon, so I was totally still in bed and I got up to check the phone, which was displaying "Unavailable#." Interesting, but I went back to sleep until I felt I could adequately did with things. And I showered and got dressed before I listened to the message, because I'm weird.
He wanted to know about my availability. For the movie. And then I had a orderly conversation, and scheduled an appointment to be fitted for costume. And then I called my mother and spent 15 minutes hopping around.
... Keen-eyed readers may have noticed that I am not at my house.
Friday
Poor Tiny Lauren!
She's going to have to buy so many movie tickets!
Just because I'm going to be in some movie about the Beatles.
HOLY CRAP!
...Extra. But, still.
Just because I'm going to be in some movie about the Beatles.
HOLY CRAP!
...Extra. But, still.
Tuesday
Strong baritone!
"He is brash, defiant, and bold. He breaks all the rules and never gives up. Makes his own way in the world and has a strong sense of morality. Should be tall and striking. A rock or movie star presence. Strong baritone."
Holy crap. I can't believe this show is really getting made. It's so crazy.
In news that is very unrelated ... today is my Aunt Rose's birthday. She is 92 years old.
Holy crap. I can't believe this show is really getting made. It's so crazy.
In news that is very unrelated ... today is my Aunt Rose's birthday. She is 92 years old.
Wednesday
How did that happen!
I just made a rather enormous insect disappear. I didn't even have to use clever Latin! Seriously. It was in my bathroom. On the ceiling. I have no idea what it was, but it looked like a cross between a cricket and a giant moth. Maybe. Something. I don't know. It had really long antennae. My instinct was that it probably wouldn't try to kill me, but holy crap was it a large bug.
I grabbed a magazine with which to attempt to brush it down off the ceiling. It actually took me several attempts, even though my ceiling isn't that high, because of the stumpy nature of my limbs. But finally, I got it.
And then it disappeared. I didn't smash it, just swooshed it. And then it was gone. I checked the places I thought it might be. In my hair? On my clothes? In my hair? In my clothes? On me? In my hair? Towels? On my clothes? Floor? In my hair? In the magazine? On my legs?
People. It disappeared. I can't think of any other explanation of how this rather large, rather slow moving thing was in my line of sight and then no where to be found a fraction of a second later.
Unless it's in my hair.
... It's not in my hair.
I got a dress today. It came in the mail. I'm not going to work tomorrow. I'm dressing up. It promises to be great.
I grabbed a magazine with which to attempt to brush it down off the ceiling. It actually took me several attempts, even though my ceiling isn't that high, because of the stumpy nature of my limbs. But finally, I got it.
And then it disappeared. I didn't smash it, just swooshed it. And then it was gone. I checked the places I thought it might be. In my hair? On my clothes? In my hair? In my clothes? On me? In my hair? Towels? On my clothes? Floor? In my hair? In the magazine? On my legs?
People. It disappeared. I can't think of any other explanation of how this rather large, rather slow moving thing was in my line of sight and then no where to be found a fraction of a second later.
Unless it's in my hair.
... It's not in my hair.
I got a dress today. It came in the mail. I'm not going to work tomorrow. I'm dressing up. It promises to be great.
Tuesday
Awesome.
 | You scored as Albus Dumbledore. Strong and powerful you admirably defend your world and your charges against those who would seek to harm them. However sometimes you can fail to do what you must because you care too much to cause suffering.
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Monday
"There's no place like 127.86.7.1"
This was on a bumper sticker on a car parked at the Purple House. Three of you know which one I mean. I giggled a lot. A lot.
This morning, I found out that Peter Jennings died, and I fought down tears for almost two hours, because I had to answer phones.
This morning, I found out that Peter Jennings died, and I fought down tears for almost two hours, because I had to answer phones.
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