the biz

well, much thanks to luke and evan for providing some GREAT background, hollywood party style. [luke, did i tell you that on the paper i was supposed to give to you in order to be an extra, when they were describing what they wanted them to wear they put "it's hollywood, baby!" underneath it all? i didn't think people in hollywood actually said that kind of schtuff...] so i wasn't able to catch any photo moments with luke and i, as i was planning on. reminds me of every time i bring a camera to the bar... some how i end up forgetting about everything. anyway, thanks for thinking i was exuting some form of professionalism, luke. i'm sure it helped that you had no idea what was going on and i had a walkie.
AS FOR NOW, i will update everyone with the gossip of my second film adventure. it's an AFI thesis [i still shudder with that word, lisp or not] film directed by none other than cuter than shit charlie mcdowell. who, you ask? the child of mary steenbergen, now married to ted danson, and malcom mcdowell, now married to some other lady that i don't have time to look up. you, however can. www.imdb.comalmost as good as www.m-w.com, almost. and YES, ladies and gentlemen, my film freaks at least, THE malcom mcdowell of A Clockwork Orange. he and charlie look just alike, by the way. he touched my face today. i've found the reason why i pierced my labret: so that sir malcom mcdowell would cup my cheek in his hand and smile at my ridiculousness, all while scarying the shit out of me and making my heart melt into my underware. plus, his accent is way sexual.
now, on the other side of the old-man-touching-young-girls-spectrum, seymour cassel, max's old father in Rushmore, played a part today as well. my ass. he is a perverted BASTARD of an old man, i was so incredibly disappointed. so incredibly. with the looking up and down and poking of the stomachs and awkward hugs and releasing the air out of a balloon in the middle of shots and smoking a god awful cigar out of a window on the 12th floor of an LA skyscraper while the set fire marshall is running up and down the corridors trying to find the source. i started to ignore him so he'd quit talking during the shots and he decided to get my attention by untying my tool apron/belt and me catching it just centimeters from the floor. it was spring break bikini 2004 all over again. [double tie, double tie dammit!] that and he tried to make out with the make up girl during a continuity picture. so disappointed.
anyway, i'm loving this shit. i'm falling in love with people left and right. camera crew, electricians, child actors, 22 year old directors that are the children of way excellent actors, you name it. right now i've got my serious sites on louie the producer. apparently my name came out of his mouth, along with the words "so", "adorable", and "i want to have her babies". [dome, attack!]

and, since i can't format this shit to save my life, the pictures are...
phillip rhys [24] and erin hershey presley [port charles] pretending they're at an awards show
erika on halloween pretending to eat our GORGEOUS faux thanksgiving dinner
me and the other art girls, some of us cool and some of us crAAAAAzy
yes that's a blurry shot of wil wheaton in the bottom left corner
the grip crew being extremely bored holding up b-boards
and me, tying the shit out of some extension cord