I've Been Called Out...

Today someone called me out on not being thankful...well, at least for not showing thanks.

I was glad they did it, because they are right. I'm usually inwardly thankful for things, but there are a lot of things that I just take for granted.

If you've done anything at all nice or thoughtful for me in the past, thanks.

Hey, it's money.

Some people in the non-acting world may not have any idea of what actors actually do to make money. Unless we're blessed, we don't get every commercial out there. I have yet to get any commercials while out here. But I have done "corporate" and "promotions". Corporate is a gig for a corporation of some sort...holiday party, Q4 jamboree, what have you. Promotions usually envolves plugging something going on somewhere...handing out fliers and what not. It's not always the most enjoyable process, but luckily they hire actors who can act like it's a blast.

I happen to love doing them because the pay is pretty good and the shifts are usually no longer than 2 hours. This last week I did five of these for a major department store in Chicago (I don't want to say the name...think "Law Enforcement Title" and "'_____ of Dreams' s").

I was supposed to be on a 6th that got modified last minute. They had a huge gala event and I was to dress as a glam rocker and give guests their glam rock name. I would have looked like this:



Well, they did the same event in another state earlier the week before and the head dudes didn't like the rock guys. We were replaced by women, as the rest of the roles for the night were glammed up women. No sweat here, but that costume was hilarious.

RIP Ferny...Long Live Ferny!

Ever since I have known Deanna there has been a fern in our lives. The first one, from her marriage, died in the heat of the summer sun at the house we lived in. It was called "Ferny". As it was dwindling in death, Deanna cut away the dead parts and said it would bounce back...that it had done so before. Well, she cut EVERYTHING away. There was nothing green to absorb sunlight. We had a flower pot with roots and dirt.

It was time. We replaced "Ferny" with "Ferny", a fern. That Ferny made the trek to Chicago in the back of a Penske and was doing pretty good...until we went to Maine. It was hot while we were gone. Either the guy watching our place or the subletters who came later had neglected Ferny the gift of water...and then totally douced her with it. I trimmed away the dead parts remembering what Deanna had done. Five green branches remained. Not enough though. Ferny is dead.

Yesterday I went to a local plant and flower store and bought Ferny...a fern. Long Live Ferny!

Oddly enough, the woman helping me had only worked there 4 days and once she saw my name on the credit card she recognized me...she is Sam Super's girlfriend, Stacey. We had only briefly been introduced around Sam, and they park in the same parking lot as us...so it was kind of nice to meet meet her.

On a side note, I found a cool flash program for displaying photos that I will be using on my main website soon.

MORE VOLLEYBALL!

More volleyball was had this weekend. Apparently, someone at Sara's work got ahold of the picture of her flailing from last week and printed it up all over the office.

Here today gone tomorrow...

Ahhhh...the beginning of the month.

This is the time when many people are moving. We've had a lot of turn over at our apartment this month. It might have something to do with the new leases, or it might just be time for some people. A pleasant surprise for us was that the neighbors above us moved out.

I like to call them the Heavyfooters. Deanna and I are under the impression that none of them sleep...and we know for sure they are solid walkers. This would normally lead me to the conclusion that they are hefty people, but long ago when I lived in Beaverton, OR in an apartment on the third floor, my neighbor would seemingly stomp loudly on the stairs walking up to the apartment. I assumed this neighbor I had never seen weighed about 285. When I finally caught a peek one day as I heard the approaching stomps, I was surprised to see a 4'11" petite Asian girl. I never did see our upstairs neighbors for sure, but I heard them walking...a lot.

In the midst of moving somethings get left behind.

Wednesday night as I rode off on my bike, headed for a 10:00pm rehearsal, I noticed a nice purple couch sitting on the sidewalk. So nice that a homeless guy was just sitting down to enjoy it. It had rained a little and was starting to rain again, so couch was a little damp...but under a tree that protected it from some of the drizzle. I wonder if I would have remembered the couch if the homeless man hadn't just been starting to get comfortable.

Needless to say, the next morning the couch looked like this:

What really caught my eye as I saw this was a little pile of trash right next to it. It looked, at first, as if someone had dumped out random pieces of junk and left them. But a small figurine had been painstakingly set in an upright position...a princess looking over her land of refuse.

Who is Joey Bland?

That's correct! Joey Bland from ComedySportz just taped in L.A. for Jeopardy yesterday. It airs 10/27 and I can't wait. Joey=hilarity. Kat Gotsick was on vacation in L.A. and watched the taping. She said that Alex Trebeck was heard to say "Joey Bland is not."

On another note, I wish humidity had nuts...that way I would know where to kick it. It is supposed to rain and thunder a little here today, but not enough to really get rid of some of this humidity.

Hey, Jen.

Ugh

I'm still here...it's just hot as hell.

More when I can live again.