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Less cranky then yesterday, am pleased it's cold and rainy here, am not looking forward to today's auditions.
I talked to the folks I'm SMing for this weekend (my one and only SM gig this year, as I want to spend my time acting, I just happen to love these people and it's only a three day gig), and that was fun. Lovely little accents and all (British theatre school showcase), which was a bit difficult on the cell phone. But the good news is I'm getting paid in their money, and with the exchange rate this means I'm making about twice as much as I expected. Certainly, it more than makes up for at least some of the dissapointments of yesterday.
Luhrmann's Alexander project has been scrapped at least for a year. I can't reproduce the grumbly noise I'm making in text, but if it means (among other things) he eventually makes the damn movie without DiCaprio, you won't see me complaining. That said, all I get in this department is whatever mess Oliver Stone is going to make of it? There's _so_ much shit here that can get fucked up. Ugh ugh ugh. God bless Colin Farrell our bisexual action hero though. Anyway....
More weird instances of famous faces in my dreams last night. Dreamt I made out with Jeff Goldblum because everyone we knew was boring, and then decided that actually, making out was pretty boring too, so we should just make fun of everyone we knew instead. No one ever said I was a charitable soul, even in dreams.
I talked to the folks I'm SMing for this weekend (my one and only SM gig this year, as I want to spend my time acting, I just happen to love these people and it's only a three day gig), and that was fun. Lovely little accents and all (British theatre school showcase), which was a bit difficult on the cell phone. But the good news is I'm getting paid in their money, and with the exchange rate this means I'm making about twice as much as I expected. Certainly, it more than makes up for at least some of the dissapointments of yesterday.
Luhrmann's Alexander project has been scrapped at least for a year. I can't reproduce the grumbly noise I'm making in text, but if it means (among other things) he eventually makes the damn movie without DiCaprio, you won't see me complaining. That said, all I get in this department is whatever mess Oliver Stone is going to make of it? There's _so_ much shit here that can get fucked up. Ugh ugh ugh. God bless Colin Farrell our bisexual action hero though. Anyway....
More weird instances of famous faces in my dreams last night. Dreamt I made out with Jeff Goldblum because everyone we knew was boring, and then decided that actually, making out was pretty boring too, so we should just make fun of everyone we knew instead. No one ever said I was a charitable soul, even in dreams.
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I still think Into The night is my favorite of his.
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Right now, man. Right now.