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Monday, July 26, 2004 · posted at 12:59 PM

Action up!

Making a movie is really just a lot of sweaty people stuck in a small space together, complaining to each other.
- Renata, script supervisor

If that's the case, I'm a perfect fit. Well the complaining part, not so much the sweaty sardines part.

Sunday was the latest episode in my off-Hollywood career (see casting, extra) thanks to Karen and her actor/producer/director/writer friend Justin. My job duty? Craft services. Sounds fun, no? Martha Stewart-esque? Actually it means rolling up cuts of deli meat and fanning crackers and cheese across a platter. Kraft ^TM services is what they really mean.

Not that I'm complaining. Sitting in craft services allowed us many luxuries:

proximity to food
distance from sweaty sardines
and most importantly of all, perfect viewing distance of scene 32, in which "boy meets boy."

Newcomer (oh who am I kidding, they are all "newcomers" unless you count titles like "Kisses and Carom" as breakout roles) Nick as the mysterious, "trouble with a capital T" Jordan is a perfect match.

Forget the sweaty sardines, call the health department this guy is definitely a fire hazard. This is a guy who can fluster a girl by making eye contact and appreciating the artistic arrangement of Kirkland foods ("Wow this is a nice spread"). When he turned to me and asked, "Is there water in there?" I had only one thought - and it went to the tune of "boom-chicka-wow-wow."

Oh and the giddiness "Charlie" shows when Nick asks if he wants some company? Yeah, sorry Jos�, but I don't think that was acting.

The saga continues Sunday. I wonder what's next? Clapboard holding? Gaffing? Gripping? Perhaps playing a didgeridoo? A banshee can only dream.



	Monday, July 26, 2004 · posted at 12:59 PM Action up! Making a movie is really just a lot of sweaty people stuck in a small space together, complaining to each other. - Renata, script supervisor If that's the case, I'm a perfect fit. Well the complaining part, not so much the sweaty sardines part. Sunday was the latest episode in my off-Hollywood career (see casting, extra) thanks to Karen and her actor/producer/director/writer friend Justin. My job duty? Craft services. Sounds fun, no? Martha Stewart-esque? Actually it means rolling up cuts of deli meat and fanning crackers and cheese across a platter. Kraft ^TM services is what they really mean. Not that I'm complaining. Sitting in craft services allowed us many luxuries: proximity to food distance from sweaty sardines and most importantly of all, perfect viewing distance of scene 32, in which "boy meets boy." Newcomer (oh who am I kidding, they are all "newcomers" unless you count titles like "Kisses and Carom" as breakout roles) Nick as the mysterious, "trouble with a capital T" Jordan is a perfect match. Forget the sweaty sardines, call the health department this guy is definitely a fire hazard. This is a guy who can fluster a girl by making eye contact and appreciating the artistic arrangement of Kirkland foods ("Wow this is a nice spread"). When he turned to me and asked, "Is there water in there?" I had only one thought - and it went to the tune of "boom-chicka-wow-wow." Oh and the giddiness "Charlie" shows when Nick asks if he wants some company? Yeah, sorry Jos�, but I don't think that was acting. The saga continues Sunday. I wonder what's next? Clapboard holding? Gaffing? Gripping? Perhaps playing a didgeridoo? A banshee can only dream.	Recent Posts Surely you jest. It's odd for me to think of paren... The one with the boobies. Galvez has a theory that... Author's note: Some programs are required to have ... Blind leading the blind. What do you do when instr... Dress your family in corduroy and denim. Guys ofte... Excuse me, but my Rorschach blot has wrinkles. Ha... Child's play. I’m not sure I quite understand the ... The bag of chips. VH1's "I Love the 90's" premie... Can’t I hold the boom mic? Karen's old roommmate m... Gobstopper Going to the movies always brings cert... Morning news babie goose ryan bluemouse daves son dawntaught desiree diorama emily escadawg galveric high entropy invisible cube jepgato kyellow lilly mhuang mogbert nudream starfish + coffee verbivore Archives March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 January 2007 March 2007 April 2007 November 2008

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