Another Batch of Bitches

I did another short film shoot last night. I played another wisecracking, seemingly bitter sidekick/supporting role. I don't have a problem w/ that, cuz they are fun, memorable and I do them well. It would be nice (all directors reading this) to play an actual lead. I can do it, you would be surprised. Worked w/ friend Lorri for the third time, friend Jen for the third time, and second time w/ friends Bob and Loopy. Was a very good time. All involved were fun, patient, and friendly. However, meeting them just yesterday, left me w/ a few missed names as the evening ended. But it doesn't mean I don't love you! I was able to meet friend Lorri's beau, and it had to be a major highlight of the evening. I have heard various things about him in the past. Well, when he came in, I was immediately smitten. He was super hot, gorgeous eyes, and sharp, striking facial features. On top of that, after working w/ him for the evening, I found him gracious, funny, and talented. In fact, w/ the script I am currently writing, I could see him in the lead. In addition Lorri would also suit one of the roles I am creating. I advised them that I will keep them posted on a possible reading in the next several months (the plan is to get a first draft completed before the end of the year, then I can take a valuable, much wanted next step). Back to last night; I hope the final product turns out, and I am anxious for the other half to see what all my fuss was about, over my new "boyfriend". It seems that every project I do, I somehow find one hottie to ogle over. Last night's Twelve Ones, was certainly no exception.

My old friend Chelle stopped through w/ her tour partner last night. I had to leave them to the devices of the other half, as I was already scheduled for the shoot. She tours around the country, and produces shows for children, including casting the children, in towns all over God's creation. I love how Chelle has changed since I first knew her. She seems to be on the ball, responsible, and very no-nonsense. I like her confidence, and she seems to love her job, and do it very well. Our time was all to brief, but nonetheless, I was able to see my cherished "Shipoopi". She was Ethel Toffelmeier to my Marcellus Washburn, in the Music Man, so many years ago. Stop by again, dear friend. (she also give great hugs). She told some tales of her run ins w/ parents and various children throughout the country. I have to admire her patience. Without going into details (she asked that I not), let it be known that another nail has been blasted into the coffin of my belief that humanity is doomed. Tales of Retalin for virtual tots, notes w/ nasties that can never be addressed with the parent directly, and parents w/ no clue whatsoever. All part of her daily challenges, and she obviously handles them w/ a steady hand and a calm mind. Kudos to you!

Returning to last night, I had a realization. I am meant to do this work. I find that the actual process, not the "work" is the best part, sitting around shooting the shit w/ the other actors. Especially if you have a good connection. Coming home last night, from the shoot, I was tired, but relaxed. I did not think about my crappy day job, did not worry about the lame things I usually get fired up about, and basically was in a different zone. Being around other creative types, hearing about their exploits in the "art" world, feeds me. And apparently, regardless of how little I am doing to pursue this currently, I still am very hungry. How long before my appetite really takes me on a whirlwind tour of new artistic ventures? I'll keep you posted.

Speaking of appetite, since the other half and I are incapable of sticking to any kind of exercise regiment (let's face facts folks, it's just not going to happen), we have decided to take other steps to curb our ever growing guts and cottage cheese asses. We started Seattle Sutton's Healthy Eating last week. We have done pretty well, only "cheated" a couple of times. We are only human, and the folks over @ Seattle, allow this kind of straying, saying, "you should not punish yourself by not going out, just be sensible." Makes sense to me. I don't know if it is all in my head, but I feel better after just 6 days. Have I lost any weight? Who knows, but I have not felt bloated for 6 days, and that is certainly a noticeable change. I will also keep regular updates on this new venture. To hell w/ fat asses. Onto smaller and better things!

Battlestar Galactica is coming to another milestone, the end of its second season...already. It feels like it just started up again. Oh well. Those of you still not watching it, get off your stupid asses, turn off the MTV and watch something deep, deeper than you would have ever anticipated, and admire the production values, the topnotch acting and the fascinating writing. For goodness sake, Newsweek called it the "best show on TV." What more prodding could you need? I shed tears @ this week's episode. A sci-fi war TV show, and I am shedding tears? You bet your ass I am. Get on board now, while you can still catch up. This show will be going on and on, and if you wait, you will have alot of backpaddling to do. Don't wait any more. The first season is released on DVD this week.

I have made a pact w/ myself. How long it lasts, I don't know. Due to last weeks events @ our favorite movie theatre (no details to be written here), I will not be returning to watch movies w/ the general public. I no longer want to deal w/ the drama that is always possible in these situations. I will leave it @ that, but Oscar season is approaching quickly. Can I actually see the Oscars w/out first educating myself? I have done it before, and maybe will do it again.

Seacrest out.