there comes a point, sometime between hours one and four of constant pie eating, when you not only question your sanity but your gag reflex as well. i don’t want anything peach flavored for at least a year.
i hope they play the fuck outta this commercial.
this morning’s audition started out normal enough, but soon turned into a flurry of improv and laughter. sigh! i love it when the funny shit hits the fan.
now hire me.
that is all.
| makeup artist: | do you feel...? |
|---|---|
| me: | ugly? yes. |
| makeup artist: | ok, then! we're done! |
and hello odiferous hotel!
i arrived in san diego this afternoon exhausted and excited for tomorrow i will work on fx’s new show, terriers. the part: a partying, adderall-addicted undergrad who has a hard time understanding the dangers of a water pistol. confused? good. that means you’ll just have to watch the show.
(seriously, though, this hotel looks nice but it smells weird. it’s like a hooker.)
this week i’m on the set of an abc pilot* that, sorta kinda, still doesn’t have a title. this marks first time i’ve gotten to work on a multi-cam, live studio audience kind of joint. it’s far simpler than i imagined, which is lovely and can be traced back to our director, the inimitable james burrows. also lovely: getting paid to experiment in a new format.
*hold your horses, kids. yes it’s a pilot, but my part is neither large, regular nor recurring (and i’m very much ok with that).
hey, want a behind the scenes look at a high-tech, high-concept, high-awesome week of shooting? check this out!!
(filmed by the lovely taylor wootton)
things are far less stressful now that i’ve decided to be a 12-year-old girl.
DISCLAIMER: this decision is temporary.
