I'm Sorry, I Have No Recollection of That

I must say that many of the events that happened the day of the my surgery are blurred or forgotten. I was given the option of being knocked out for the procedure and I took it. I was also given Valium. I don't remember going under and it seemed only a few seconds had passed when I came to. But the surgery was done. I stood up and stumbled some, paid an enormous amount of money, and left. Somehow I made it home. I don't remember anything of the trip. The next several hours I mostly slept. There were several calls of concern, I spoke gibberish to them and once passed out. By night I was sensible again. By last night the stitches were already coming out, which is probably for the best because I couldn't stop playing with them. It's not very pretty, bruised and all that. Today I spoke to the doctor, who told me that everything should be fine, no root canal is necessary, my teeth are staying put, I picked up some anitbiotics as a precaution. Hopefully this oral catastophe is over.

Worst-Case Scenario

I went to the dentist today as my condition was not improving very much. As I sat in the chair that forced me into a reclined position and waited for the doctor, the grinding from another room filled me with unease. They had already taken my x-ray. Now I was just waiting to hear. I was thinking a sinus infection, gum infection treated with some antibiotics, worst case scenario they cut me and clean the infection. I could handle this, going in, knowing what to expect. I had prepared myself for this. This however is not what I got.
The dentist very bluntly let me know that I had a cyst in my mouth, that possibly developed over years from an earlier dental incident. I needed to go to a specialist for oral surgery to remove it, then possibly a root canal, and there was a small chance of losing one of my front teeth because of possible nerve or bone damage. OK, I am not an easy queesy but anything involving my teeth, I just cannot handle. I have had nightmares for years of my teeth falling out. Now you're telling me this nightmare might come true? Suddenly I got shaky and panicky, though I tried to maintain composure in the office. Once I got out I was a mess, pacing the sidewalk, holding my mouth, hot flashes of panic and dread. It was like being thrown in a box filled with whatever makes you feel the most icky.
The surgery is set for 12 noon tomorrow. I made the appointment while still in the other office, I just want this shit taken care of!! Honestly, I am scared shitless. I am just trying to hope that the situation is better than I fear. You might think this an absurb fear, but to me it's quite real. at any rate, I'll keep you updated.

R.I.P Eddie

Moose the dog, is dead. He died at the ripe old age of 16 1/2 years. Today we celebrate his death...um, I mean life.
Score one for "Go Find Out If God Is Real For Us," the best named team on cash4cadavers. That's right! We are on the charts with our first confirmed death. 10400 points as we were the only team to have moose as a canidate for demise. Let the domino effect begin! Oddly enough Moose passed away on the 22nd (the same day I blogged asking about his continued existence.) I feel we were linked somehow and in the depths of my soul I felt him pass.
Please.... a moment of silence for a grade A pup and one hell of an actor....

Wooo-whoooo!!!!

FYE

An entertaining intermingling of puppetry and animation, visually it's pretty fun.

Rage Against the Screeech

Screech! You expect the public to hand over their hard-earned money while you sit on your ass and moan that your house is being taken away from you?? while you can't yourself take the time out to answer a short collection of inciteful and entertaining questions, prepared by those ready to join in your cause???
For those of you that don't know, Dustin Diamond, more popularly known as Screech from the 1990's hit show Saved by the Bell, is calling on the public to help save his home from foreclosure. He asking people to either buy a $15-20 shirt or a $1,000 brick to help in the effort. Why is he asking this from us? Because he thinks he deserves it from all the great contribution he made toward society from his prosperity working on a sucessful TV show?? Because we should feel sorry for has-been actors or actors who blow all their money on gay porn?? Or maybe what you are really doing Mr. Diamond, is letting loose a gimmick to those stupid or symphathetic enough to pay 20 bucks for a oversized T with your ugly mug on it. Anyway, these were the questions prepared by myself and a friend.

question one: do you believe there are enough crazed saved by the bell fans to save your home?

question two: were you swindled or bamboozled out of your money like that short kid on different strokes or did you just overspend?

question three: since miss bliss was only on SBTB for two seasons, do you think she is facing the same financial troubles?

question four: what advice would you give up and coming actors about money management?

question five: how come mr. belding isn't coughing up any dough? is it because he saved your ass so many times at bayside high?

question six: after the success of selling so many tee-shirts have you considered becoming an ebay powerseller?

question seven: did you, no… sorry… did screech ever have a man-crush on zack morris?

question eight: are you planning on introducing a sexier tee-shirt for your female fans so that you will constantly be smothered in boobies all day?

question nine: saved by the bell, the senior (home) years. what is your opinion on this? I know at least one person that would watch (picture me waving!)

question ten: how big a party should your fans expect to have at your house after saving it for you and will there be drugs, booze, and strippers?

Now you're obviously not doing shit in the way of work to save your house, so my guess is you're online googling nude pics Tiffany Amber-Thiessen. Get your hand out'cho pants and try responding to the few people in the world still interested in the novelty that is you.

(here's his link, go there and make all sorts of false promises to crush his spirit.) http://www.getdshirts.com/index.html

Robin Hood: Prince of Montana

Let's see, things I haven't bothered to mention...I did not get the stand-in from the interview I had the other day. It was given to someone far less deserving in my opinion.
Had my headshots taken on Friday. It went well and I should get them back next week. There are a variety of shots and so I may even choose two to make prints of.
I was recently fascinated my the longevity of the tortoise.
Addwaita was a 255-year-old Aldabra gaint tortoise who died back in March. Harriet the turtle died a couple of days ago at 175. She was actual ly believed to have been orginally trasported by Darwin when visiting the Galapagos islands. Besides trees and whatnot these turtle live longer than pretty much anything else on the planet.
And finally, one of the screenplay contests I entered finished today. I did not win. Not a big deal. The feedback was interesting. I received three reviews: two quite good and one very very unimpressed reader. Oh well, it's not for everyone. Everyone loved the dialogue and no one was really too fond of the ending.
It hasn't really been a good weekend at all. I kind of feel like I am in a vacuum. I am trying some over the counter medication against my mysterious ailment. It's still coming and going through. It's distracting me from getting anything productive done and its frustrating. Very much so. It's pretty much the root of all my problems right now.
I watched Enemy at the Gates again today. I like the movie, especially the actors, but I don't like when actors don't attempt to match the dialects of their characters. Especially good actors. It's like, "come on you're Ed harris, Jude Law!!! Why aren't you doing an accent while others are???" And I think we all remember Kevin Costner in....well... anything!!!

Bad Day

It has not been a good day. It's mainly been me lying in bed, watching TV, trying to ignore pain. The pain however was relentless. Aspirin hasn't been much of a help. It's crept into my head and now I have a headache. It has not been a good day at all.

OUCH!!!

Pain!! I woke up this morning and there was a shooting pain in my mouth, located on the palette. The entire front of my mouth all pain, and then it spread to the front half of my teeth. I have no explanation for this. Took some apirin...nothing. Tried to look up the symptoms online...nothing. It got to a point where I couldn't think about much more than the discomfort, so I went back to bed and hoped that it would go away in my sleep. It's still there, thought a little less intense. Oddly enough I had a dream that some of my front teeth fell out. Now I brush, floss, and use mouthwash every day, so I doubt it's related to my teeth. Unfortunately, all that I do know is that it HURTS.

The Yo-Yo Commute

And just like that...the phone calls begin again. Casting called and invited me to an interview for stand-in on a movie. It seems like it is limited to next week, but hopefully (if I am picked) it will extend further than that. If not, well it's still a week of work, which I could certainly use!! I am going in knowing that I am shorter than what they want, but the casting person knew this as well, so I have not given up hope. I have to be there at 3pm and then return to the city at 9:30 for the movie I am working on tonight. Looks like it's going to be one of the underground dayz for me, yo.

Moose...Dead or Alive?

I have done some exhaustive investigating into the current status of Moose (aka Eddie)...You know! the dog from Fraiser. Apparently this spunky Jack Russell terrier was born in either '90 or '91, making him at least 15 years old.
Why do I care? Good question! Because I need hope. My teams on cash4cadavers.com are sucking the big one. Also I find it a little hard to believe Moose is still kickin it in his Florida home. 15's a ripe old age after all. And he's a showbiz dog, so you know there's been plenty of booze, drugs and women. Does anybody know if Moose is dead or alive??

Ditmars: The Undiscovered Country

What's this? I'm working tomorrow?? How can this be?? I was pleasantly surprised today when I received a phone call from a casting agency I sent my stuff last week. It's seems like it's going to be a short day and doesn't require me waking up early. I think it's a small scene and I am one of two extras, so that sounds just great. I did however have to go out and buy a white t-shirt, since mine are years old and not meant to be seen.
I found some new places along the Ditmars way while looking for the shirt, a sushi place, a pub with a pool table, some restaurants I'd like to go to. So I am glad I decided to limit my search to Astoria.
I still need to find out what to wear for my photo shoot on Friday as the photographer has neglected to email me. I figure breaking his knees with a baseball bat will get me my information. (umm...I'm kidding...who knows who is reading this)
It's been a great week I must say.
That's it.

New Song

Audio:The Search
by rec327

I decided to pick up the flute today. It had been several months since I last played it. One thing lead to another and I ended up sitting at my computer for about 6 hours recording. My left pointer finger (you know, the one you use to point) is numb, and my wrists are shot from holding that awkward position, but I completed the song. And here it is. Can't say what the inspiration was, just came out.

If you listen, that means you're in the Cool Club. If you don't...well, you're probably going to hell.

Bright Light! Bright Light!

I have unsettling feeling that I won't be working at all this week. Friday I am getting my new headshot taken. I know I am not working tomorrow, leaving Thursday the only real chance I have at work. ugh... These last few weeks have not been good to me work-wise. I need to go home and sell my car, but I also need the finances to invest in the trip and repairs to my car, the typical catch 22. I am trying to work as many angles as I can with my time off, concentrating on both getting my headshot/resume out to playing that I am stranger to and submitting "You Are Here" to screenplay competitions, again limited because of non-work. In five days I will hear back from the first competition. If anything it will be interesting and hopefully helpful to read the reviews of others on my work.
Tomorrow...more headshots, more writing. It would be great having all the time to do this stuff, if my bills were more understanding. Luckily, I am used to living poorly and have practised the art of monetary conservation for years now.
Maybe I should take Dave's suggestion seriously and play guitar in the park, singing with my gremlin voice.

FYE

New entries on Dead Land, including one I JUST completed. Please enjoy!

Union Square Sprint

There wasn't much to my Sunday. Wrote a bit, watched TV, prepares some headshot packages and postcards for tomorrow's mail. My eye has been twitching for the last few days, a sure sign that I am stressing about something. My life is pretty damn good I must say except the work, which has been inconsistent and disappointing. Yes, I am twitchy over work. This recent slowness has me pretty nervous. Background really is becoming less dependable a job. The fact is you(pl) get booked on a movie once, and then you're done. So say five new films start up, that's five days of work, unless you're booked for multiple days or you're doing stand-in. My nerves are just a little racked. I am anxious to get my new headshot and hopeful something will come of this manager business. I am trying not to let this lack of work get me done and be productive with my time off. Anyway that is my life of late and the reason why my blog has become so fucking boring.
Dave and Ian have left for their trip. I wish them adventure!!! Dave and I competed one finally time in the Union Square underground the other night. It started out with the usual casual skip ahead to gain the lead, turned to short bursts of running, then to an all out sprint to the N/W train, leaving Ian in the dust. We each had the lead at various point, usually one being slowed down by a gapless crowd as the other somehow found a hole. By the time we hit the large opened area where musicians and performers strive to set up camp, I had the lead. I shot right in front of the band, confusing the crowd I am sure with the streaking blur they witnessed. As I reached the stairway down to the platform, I could sense Dave directly behind me. As I stopped quick, I saw Dave out of the corner of my eye. His direction was all wrong though. Dave ran right into the wall. Apparently he tripped over his feet and had no choice. There was a little blood, the hands tend to bleed relentlessly I've found out though. I WON.
I made a rockin dinner... Whole grain pasta, spinach, brocolli, and chicken in olive oil. I worked out on this very hot day. I took an hour nap mainly out of boredom. Talked on the tele a bit... exciting as all hell huh?
I was going to take a picture of me celebrating No-Shirt Day, but that wouldn't be decent. I don't think you could handle it anyway.

Fear's Good for the Ratings, Isn't it?

Anyone that lives in NYC or whose lives are connected to the city, must have heard by now about the terrorist plot to our subway system. The news channels just eat this shit up and pounce us with it, providing updates and mentioning it on every promo like Union Square was attacked this morning. The viewer has to sit down for about 5 minutes before they mention that this cancelled attack took place over 3 years ago! Why? Because they want to grab the viewer with immediacy. For ratings, maybe just maybe for political intention. Well, I'm a New Yorker. I use the subway system almost every day. I know there is danger inherent in living in what most people consider the center of the world and using its underground public transporation. I don't need the perverse fear heightening tactics of news channels beating me over the head with it. So all you news channels, especially you Fox, just shut the fuck up.

No-Shirt Day

I declare today No-Shirt Day!!! 90+ degrees.... I might just walk around naked all day. Who's with me?

Double Vision

There are a few things I've come to expect from my TV (well not my TV, my TV is quite nice, but the reception.) Please no subtitles, no text on screen, it's called double vision and it makes reading all but impossible. Channels come and go, never take them for granted, especially NBC. V-hold!!! This one is famous on Fox. There is either audible static or I'm following the image down-up-down-up. And there is always visible static. Now you know what my TV viewing experiences are like.

tweak-tweak

Good morning early birds. Yawn-stretch! And watch the sun come up with me!

Flip-Flopping

I don't have much to say about today except that much of the beginning part involved going back and forth between doing something and not doing something. And much of the latter part of the day involved me just plain doing nothing. I never changed, but I am not complaining. The crew was great if not often confused, and a couple of the extras were friendly as well. I enjoyed myself as much as one could doing nothing for several hours....wating doing nothing for several hours and getting paid for it!
A few things worth mentioning were the annoyances... there was this pedestrian who walked up and she kept trying to sneek onto set. She had this cheap disposable camera and she held it up mercilessly taking pictures of Jodi Foster several feet away. It went something like this: click-zzzit-zzzit-zzzit, click-zzzit-zzzit-zzzit, click-zzzit-zzzit-zzzit. Then there was another pedestrian, a fat woman with a loud dress who was actually successful at sneaking onto set. She raided the food table and sat down next to me and began her eating marathon. That went something like this: Chomp-chomp-chomp-ugh, chomp-chomp-chomp-ugh. I suspected she wasn't part of the production but I wasn't sure until later on. People got some friggin' nerve, yo.
Dave and Ian are coming into town tomorrow before their journey to Alaska. I hope I have some energy left after a hot day in an overcoat. Oh yeah, I did I mention I'm working tomorrow?

The Enemy

In the words of a dear friend, "Why don't ya keep honking your horn!"

The Fight for Pussyjunk

I am blown away... out of boredom I googled Pussyjunk tonight, the word I co-invented a while back. Remember how I entered it into Wikipedia and Wictionary and then it was promptly rejected? To my complete surprise I came across a debate within the Wiktionary community largely centered on Pussyjunk. People whom I have never met were fighting to let the world in on Pussyjunk. The adminstrators even went so far as to research online web pages and entries referencing the use of the word. You might find their findings strangely familiar. I can't explain the scope of this.. Here's the link, PLEASE read it.

http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Wiktionary:Beer_parlour

It's under the title, "Some are being too Autocratic" some ways down the page. Note that the definition is now in the Urban Dictionary and I will find out what this google.books thing is. I ask of you, my people, if you blog, please use this word...pussyjunk in a sentence!!! I need your support! For the definition go here... http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=pussyjunk

I plan to fight this!!! I think you'll want to be on my side!!! Pussyjunk baby!!! Who's with me!

Car Alarms are Stupid...

...and pointless. Without fail, everyday there is a car alarm that goes off outside my window. What function is it serving really??? I saw a news report on car alarm's usefulness, it shared my opinion. Because most cars are equipment with alarms, we don't even register them. They're just ambience to us. Which would explain why it takes several minutes until that annoying BEEP HONK BEEP goes away.
I'm not sure what I am ging to do today. Yesterday I had a clear plan, today I'm kind of just floating. There's going to be writing, perhaps a trip into the city to purchase some of the trades, the bank, a work-out, MAYBE I'll try to do some recording....well that's a start anyway.

The Giving Tree

It was a good, productive day. I talked with my manager, sent him some pictures to use, asked about how to go about getting one of my many projects geared toward production. Talked to the photographer who's going to take my new headshot. He shared his ideas with me, so in about 2-3 weeks I go in for the shoot. I called production companies for my script, had one success anyway. Sent "thank you" post cards out, hoping I'm repaid with more work. Kind of got into a cleaning frenzy, nothing was out of bounds, cleaned my garbage bucket and chipped the calcium build-up from the toilet bowl (was that too much to share, it wasn't from me!!) This was no small task as it involved a machete. Went to the park, to which I am becoming more and more attached. Found a tree, reclined, relaxed, brainstormed..fell a sleep. Woke up and returned to my apartment to work out. A good workout today. Looked up more screenplay contest, decided to hold off a bit until I get some work to support the cost of entry fees. That's about it. It was a full day, and I enter the night content, except for the absence of booked gigs. Patience....

Looking for...

Just a little taste of my life...

dial 123-456-7890..(click)

"Hello, we are looking for the following people: Actors that can portay one-legged Alaskan Oil Miners of African American/Irish descent who own their own pet alien named Beepo. The alien must be from the Elvon galaxy and speak fluent Poolok in addition to English. If you fit this description, please call...."

ooh! ooh! That's me!

The British

I just noticed my four favorite musicians or musical bands are British: Peter Gabriel, Radiohead, Genesis and the Gorillaz. It's true they share other similarities, but they are all British! I wish was British too.

Found You!

Really not much to bring up... Wrote for a majority of the weekend, which would explain why I've neglected blogging. Just not much left in me. There are many updates to Dead Land, check it out.
Today kind of escaped on me. I spent some time outside, did my laundry and talked to a friend upstate. Did a weak workout... not much else... Kalju did some research and found the Jesus Anime... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Flying_House

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OJ Up the Nose

So yesterday... I met with the personal manager. It went very well, I told him about my life, my work, showed him samples of the films I have made, my music, it went on for about two hours. Much longer than either of us anticipated I think. His second interview walked in and the manager gave us script to read. He wanted to test my cold reading abilities. We did the scene, then switched characters and did it again. Then he called me over and snatched my script away and said, "now do it!" I exclaimed, "shit!" Fortunately I am pretty quick at remembering lines, so I wasn't too lost when we did the scene again and I was without a script. He asked us to to it one more time. This time I said fuck it and purposefully ad-libbed the lines and brought the scene someplace else entirely. Not sure if that was good, but I committed to it. Long story short, I now have representation. The guy seems genuine, he seems impressed by what I have done and anxious to help me out, so I am hoping for the best.
After all that someone gave me a tip on an open call, so despite sever hunger and a desperate urge to pee, I walked pretty much to the Hudson to get to this place. Dropped my stuff of, found a gas station, went #1 and bought a granola bar and made my way back. It was a good day, a very good day start to finish.

....This morning... Straight to the computer to work, typing and eating oatmeal, drinking OJ from the carton because there was too little left to justify dirtying a glass. Trying for the last few drops, so much OJ went up my nose. I could feel it fill like a pool before I tipped my head back down. I have learned my lesson.

Wearied But Still Smiling

I have been reading and writing for hours, so I just don't have the appetite to write a worthy blog tonight. But I have fulfilled my commitement to the competition in finishing the last script. And today was very very good.

Stamp It, Stamp It Good!

I made a very wet journey scouring my neighborhood for a mailbox today and after trudging about 8 blocks I reached one. As I flipped the cover over and brought the letter (my federal taxes) to the mail box I noticed something VERY wrong with this situation. NO STAMP! DAMN IT ALL!!! I don't feel like going outside again and I don't need to, because tomorrow I have to go into the city. So I will put stuff off until then.Tomorrow I am meeeting with the Personal Manager who contacted me. I called him today and asked some questions. "Do you manage writers or musicians also, because I am those as well," I asked. I was going to wait to ask this certain question, but at the moment I said "ah, fuck it" as I have a tendency of doing. He doesn't but he said he knows people. And he seems pretty anxious to meet me. So if all works out I could get hooked up real good. Apparently he visited my website for my work and that was why he eagerly called me on Sunday. Wow!! You mean you noticed?? I am just not used to that. I am hoping good things will happen tomorrow. I am bringing my Arcadium DVD, headshot, resume, a couple of my songs, anything I can think of.I also called my first production company today!!!! Damn I was nervous, only for the fact that I might need to pitch the script over the phone and that is just scary to me. But I didn't have to. They are sending me a release form and I am sending them my script. NO FUCKING QUERY LETTER!!! oh yeah!! How happy am I!!!

Astoria Springs

Yesterday, while it was dry, I found myself outside. There was a stream of water racing down the street, no fire hydrant or hose near-by. What could be the source of this I pondered. So I followed it upstream and found the source. Water was leaking out of the sidewalk, gushing actually. Is there an underground spring on my block, I don't get it. Can I bottle this shit and give Evian a run for its money? The most peculiar thing was that it was plugged up by a stick that someone jammed into the hole. I considered removing the stick, but then I thought, well what if I do and the built-up pressure shouts out at me and takes out an eye. I can afford to take such a chance. I let it be. Look though, I'm not lying!!!

My Shit's Intense

Ehh... Today... mostly in front of a computer working on stuff, I finished my federal taxes and took care of some business with an old check. Nothing too exciting. The day started to go downhill around 4:30. There was a leak in my apartment earlier in the week. It was in my closet. I didn't do anything about it, it just saturated a box I had on the floor, but there were no puddles nor did I see where it was coming from, so I just let it go. Well today I worked out and when I went over to my weights that sit on the floor in the corner of my apartment, I noticed the floor was wet. The dumbbells are metal and that meant the floor was rusty as well as the weights. GRRR! Clean up and constantly wiping rust off my hands. Then I called in to figure out when I was working tomorrow because I booked something earlier in the day and found out I wasn't needed now and instead put on hold. Now no work!! Just fucking great!
Talked to my step-father today, he's in Ohio bussing around a group of Europeans who travel the world going to as many roller coasters as they can find. How interesting!!! They have a website where they take pictures of themselves on the roller coasters. I will try to find it.
I looked through one of my monologue books and I think I managed to find one that I like. It ends with the line, "my shit's intense." The character is kind of a ignorant actor complimenting a successful actor (and himself). Now I just need to memorize it. I received a call from a peronal manager interested in me earlier this week, and now I must set up an interview.
Not working sucks, but I'll be damned if I am going to not get shit done while I have the time off. Tomorrow I am going to proceed with my production company advances.
Tonight I made possibly the best homemade mac and cheese I have ever made or ever tasted for that matter. Seriously, I couldn't stop eating it. I haven't made mac and cheese in a LONG time, so this was a treat for me. That's aboout it.
Oh wait!! Not only did I add an entry to Dead Land, but Kalju and Dave did as well!! Read up!

Jesus Anime

When not chatting online, I have been working on stuff for the majority of the day. So I decided to take a lunch break. Fishsticks, whole grain pasta (thin spaghetti), and carrots. So I sit and eat SO rarely, I thought I'd make the effort. So I turned on the TV and sat down behind my TV table.... And then I watched the weirdest cartoon I have EVER seen (Transformers: The Movie is very very close.) It was from 1983 from a Christian production company, it involved anime, Jesus, Jews threatening Pilate with his family, two kids, a ROBOT ( who are trying to save Jesus) a house that levitates and then disappears, and floats through the sky, ends up on a cliff, evil eyes in the sky, a poppy anime song, Jesus praying like it's a superpower, FUCK! I'm already forgetting! There was more!!

No Problem

I say "no problem" way too much on set. Anytime someone asks me to do something, I say it! In fact I say "no problem" or "no prob" probably 20-30 times a day realistically. And I don't say it very clearly so people probably just hear me mumbling and walk away. I am working on fixing this.

Anyway, I posted my new entry for Dead Land!!! I hope you enjoy.

FUCK!!! I just found out, I am not working tomorrow! Back to the grind! Fuck all! I will miss that set. This sucks.

On Display

Don't think I have detailed what I do as a stand-in. Basically my job is to watch the actor rehearse his scene and note his movements and cues. Then the actor steps out and I step in. The crew then uses me to get their lighting set and camera movements established. Sometimes you do the movements, sometimes you speak the dialogue, sometimes you just stand there. But people are always looking at you, well kind of, they are looking at the effects of what they do to you. Needless to say you have to look through them as they do this and be extremely patient and still. Right now I am standing in for a singer at a ball. So I am standing on a stage in front of 150+ people whenever I am called to set. Oddly enough it doesn't really phase me. Today temptation got the best of me. While I was waiting for them to move a camera crane off set (they had an awesome crane there today, it was epic) I picked up the guitar leaning against a chair and started to play. It was a sweet guitar. I did it twice actually, the second time Susan Sarandon walked in with all her witch makeup. I noted how odd it was that I was playing at the moment, until they kicked everyone off set for a private rehearsal. Didn't do much work for the last few hours of the night, so it gave me a chance to write. I intend to have my Dead Land entry posted tonight so Kalju can post his tomorrow. Still not sure if I am working tomorrow, I will find out at some point. I have a feeling I am. Right now I am on my way home, cozy home. I'll be back later with updates.

Sister for Sale, by Shell Silverstein

"One sister for sale! One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
I’m really not kidding, So who’ll start the bidding?
Do I hear a dollar? A nickel? A penny?
Oh, isn’t there, isnt’ there, isn’t there any
One kid who will buy this old sister for sale,
This crying and spying young sister for sale?"

Thank you Mr. Silverstein for writing the perfect poems and drawing the perfect pictures for adolescent Rick. You helped form his creative mind with your odd ball poetry and demented illustrations. He is in your debt.

Chest Pains

I finished reading the third script last night. I want to discuss specifically how ridiculous this script was, but out of respect of the writer (for trying) I won't. I"ll just say I was very happy to close the file. I have yet to write the review, some time day. This means I have one more script to read. I an slightly anxious to see what will happen once I have fulfilled my commitment. Will I then able to read the reviews other have left for my script. I hope people enjoyed it and it wasn't the kind of torture I went through with this last script.
After my head hit the pillow, I was in a dead sleep. The first time for a while that I didn't wake up for the number of reasons I usually do. I slept about 10 hours and woke up to this pain in my chest. I had to take somewhat shallow breaths otherwise I felt it. There are only two reasons I can think for this, 1: I kept the windows open last night, because it was creating the perfect sleeping temperature and 2: I slept on my stomach. However, leaving the windows open sometimes leaves me with a sore throat, never chest pains. And I usually sleep on my stomach without consequence. So I am not sure what the cause is, but I am still feeling it.
Today I am going to try to write my next entry to Dead Land, so I'll leave an update if I am succesful. And of course, try to get some career work done before I go back to work tomorrow.

"Who Write's This Shit?"

OH GOD! The script just got more absurd!!! I would burn it, if it wasn't actually a file in my laptop!!! I may need to drink myself stupid to finish this thing!

Apathy Coming Up

I am working on my third script that I must read and review for the screenplay competition. This script sucks ass! It's just no good, a story that does not engage, does not offer originality at this point, dialogue that is inconsistent and cliche, characters that are dull or unnecessary. It annoys me, I don't want to finish it, I don't want to review it either, but I must.
In the "comments" section I think I might write, "your script made me VOMIT APATHY!"

I started writing my new script yesterday and its going well I think. I can't share it yet of course. The set of "Enchanted" is wild at times and fun, though I as a stand-in, do very little. They extended my days on it until at least Monday... many thanks.

It was one hell of a trip home last night at 4 in the morning. But as soon as I slipped into my bed, the night was suddenly perfect. I couldn't find my pillow and I didn't mind a bit. My eyes closed and my face was one big smile. Mmmmmm

Names Within a Name

There are so many different versions of my name, more than any name I can think of actually. Richard, rick, rich, richie, ricky, dick, dicky. And people use most of them on me...though I rarely hear the latter two. Most people I know call me rick, some rich (which I don't mind), professionally its richard, only two people in my life call me richard, one is my mother. I don't like, richie, for obvious reasons, but also because it's just too damn buddy-buddy. I don't like ricky because that was my nickname when I was little and I guess it's belittling to me. I don't like dick or dicky. My grandfather goes by dick. Why would anyone want to be called such a phallic name? Some one on set is calling me ricky...that's where all this is coming from I guess. The producer asked me what I like to be called. Usually I say it doesn't matter. But now I say "either rick or richard." .....unless I'm armed and moving in with my friends on the bowling ball personification of baby jesus, then it's Virgil.