And by lazy, I mean I’m linking you to my co-star’s blog. But she also really hits all the bullet points so anything I’d put in a blog would be a pale shadow of hers.
So here you go:
http://thestrugglingactress.blogspot.com/2009/06/exhausted-but-happy.html
BOO!
m.h.
Well, I booked my first full length motion picture, and of the 12 days we’re scheduled to shoot, I’m there for all 12!!!!
Hopefully updates as they are available! Damn I wish I had an iphone. 
m.h.
MEH!
m.
Serial Killers @ Sacred Fools. Who needs a free saturday afternoon, anyway?
m.h.
The night is super fuzzy from a lot of wine (and I mean a LOT), good food and a bottle of 15-y.o. Glenfiddich, but FZ is more a reality than ever. They love us, we love them, it’s a whole lot of love. And while I’m glad that I didn’t seem gauche bringing a camera to the proceedings, I DO wish I’d been able to snap a better picture of this:
A bottle of Japanese beer. Unopened.
I can’t really say too much more right now. But you can be sure: as soon as new stuff is ready to be announced, I shall.
mh
Meeting with the Elfman. Play by play tomorrow, if possible.
Now it’s time for Peruvian food!
m.h.
*note: this post was created to meet the “blog-ever-other-day-or-get-kicked-in-the-nads” criteria set down on 6/1/09
Really, I’m not JUST sitting around playing “City of Heroes” in between shows lately. Although, that’s mostly what I’ve been doing. I’m a dork, what can I say.
But there are lots of interesting things going on and I’m aiming to leave my job by August by hook or by crook, so I definitely want to keep y’all abreast of that big ass change in my life.
So if I don’t start blogging at least every other day, you can kick me in the nads. Deal?
m.h.
Yeah, in a metaphorical sense I’m a little bit like Charlie Brown. Although my therapist would probably take umbrage with the fact that I choose to identify with the “loveable loser.”
But what about that time at Avalon with Kitty*. Y’know? When we decided to go to see Saint Etienne’s last American tour and she disappeared into the Hollywood night with her friends that she rendez-vous’d with during our “date?”
Or the time Maggie* broke down and got mad at me because I told her “I Love You, unconditionally.” And then when her ex refused to leave the periphery things got too much and we “had” to split?
Or in very recent history, the gal who invited me on what would prove to start out as my best date ever and end as the worst? Who is now very very engaged?
Why am I harping on this now? Because something his me the other day: I don’t want to be anyone’s anything right now. I’m just not willing to roll the dice and pray for a natural 20. But in my silly little way, I guess I’ll always have that little red haired girl lirking around the edges of my mind.
Good grief.
Dewa, matta.
m.h.
*names changed blahblahblah
Man, this thing is dusty. SORRY! I’ve been craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy busy and whiny and didn’t want to be THAT kind of blogger, so there you have it. 23 days of radio silence, broken.
Things:
1) The Duck n Cover interest at a major studio that had been a light at the end of a tunnel for me has fizzled. Back to the drawing board with the monetizing of my art, I guess. On the plus side, we’ve already started shooting season 2 and the footage looks pretty good. It’ll fuck you up.
2) “Forbidden Zone” continues apace! We’ve already got a good chunk of the production crew lined up (sets, make-up, costumes, but not music yet) and for being a year out from the show, we’re in DAMN fine shape. Also, I should have a new draft of the script ready Saturday evening. W00t!!!
3) My day job is sucking my life twice as fast now because of a personnel change. No one got fired, someone just went to greener pastures, but someone had to absorb the workload and that someone happened to be me. The shortest straw has been drawn for me, if I may misquote Metallica.
And otherwise, things is things. How’s you?
m.h.
It’s been a weird little day.
An ex accused me of interfering w/ flirting and that hurts, because I didn’t.
My old AA sponsor told me that I needed to come back, more or less. And that’s kind of hard to hear and oddly timed.
And other stuff.
Take care, be good, y’all.
m.h.
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