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Aug. 24th, 2004 08:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmAuditions went well yesterday. Was perhaps the only audition I've ever been on where the ratio of women/roles as better than for the men. But I think it's easier to find retro looking men than women these days.
The two actors I was seen with were fascinating, and exchanged stories about being in Iraq during the Iran-Iraq war and then twenty years earlier respectively. It was the sort of thing that reminds you why you do this, and as someone who once wanted to be a wartime journalist, held immense intellectual appeal for me. Of course, acting and war journalism do share a number of things in common -- mostly inappropriate drinking and camraderie, being a cocky ass, and generally being in way over one's head. In some ways I've not changed one bit. I want that opportunity to change my life over and over again. Take me to the desert and make me do impossible things, and in my off hours, let me sit about, and read books about the water.
Yesterday I bought the first Horatio Hornblower book, and Cherryh's Downbelow Station while loitering in B&N between auditions.
Anyway, I did well. Work now, stables at three.
I should also note that I am currently in the process of worrying about this year's Halloween costume. Why I'm worrying about it now, lord knows, other than Kat, having reminded me of the brilliance of the Brian Slade costume (speaking of Brian Slade, this looks like a remarkable fall season for really ugly striped shirts -- I'm sort of thrilled), has me pondering a number of options for drag king brilliance this year. Of course, both motivation and nerve is required, so we'll see where it goes. Can you hear the Pinky and The Brain dialogue going on off to the left? Exactly.
The two actors I was seen with were fascinating, and exchanged stories about being in Iraq during the Iran-Iraq war and then twenty years earlier respectively. It was the sort of thing that reminds you why you do this, and as someone who once wanted to be a wartime journalist, held immense intellectual appeal for me. Of course, acting and war journalism do share a number of things in common -- mostly inappropriate drinking and camraderie, being a cocky ass, and generally being in way over one's head. In some ways I've not changed one bit. I want that opportunity to change my life over and over again. Take me to the desert and make me do impossible things, and in my off hours, let me sit about, and read books about the water.
Yesterday I bought the first Horatio Hornblower book, and Cherryh's Downbelow Station while loitering in B&N between auditions.
Anyway, I did well. Work now, stables at three.
I should also note that I am currently in the process of worrying about this year's Halloween costume. Why I'm worrying about it now, lord knows, other than Kat, having reminded me of the brilliance of the Brian Slade costume (speaking of Brian Slade, this looks like a remarkable fall season for really ugly striped shirts -- I'm sort of thrilled), has me pondering a number of options for drag king brilliance this year. Of course, both motivation and nerve is required, so we'll see where it goes. Can you hear the Pinky and The Brain dialogue going on off to the left? Exactly.
