I’m not quite sure how long I’ve been writing these now, but it’s been a while. I’ve spent so much time at coffee shops now that it seems if the very fibers of my clothes are infused with the smell of coffee. It’s not a bad thing per say, but it really informs you of … Continue reading Thirty Two.
They say to write what you know. The only thing that I knew for sure from this entire venture was failure. So that’s what I wrote about. I’ve write. As a reader of this blog you know this. But this would be the first time that I would ever write a screenplay. Formatting is important. … Continue reading Final Draft.
I literally never cared about unions until I started acting. The way that I saw it, if you were good at your job, your boss would keep you around. Meritocracy makes sense to me. After working a week as a non-union extra, I vowed to never cross a picket line. Being an extra is the … Continue reading The Eerie Similarities of Pre-Med and Extra Work.
So, I started off as an extra, as I previously detailed, the shittiest job on the shittiest tier of any production. Personally, I don’t mind being the biggest dumbass when I walk into a room, it only means I have the most to learn. If I remain the biggest dumbass in the room, then that’s … Continue reading Props That Eat.
“I’m shit.” “I’m the shit.” It’s ridiculous how one word can make such a difference in a phrase. For the past year, my existence has pretty much been encapsulated by the first one. The one thing that I’m oddly thankful for is that my parents were never really the effusive type. I think the only … Continue reading Shit. (And Reflections on Other Motivating Words)
I always start each morning with an iced coffee, black. If I don’t get it, the day always feels just a bit off. I don’t care about the weather, the occasion, the circumstance, the coffee always needs to be iced, and it always needs to be black. I’ve had good days, bad days, great days, … Continue reading Somewhere Only We Know.
It’s always a bit weird going to work nowadays. I never know where I’m going to end up when I step through the threshold. About 70% of the time I end up at some iconic New York location, the other 30% of the time I’m in a set dressed to be in Paris, Tokyo, or … Continue reading Lost in Japan.