the rest of my world
Aug. 14th, 2006 07:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmI should note, it feels dishonest for me to title this post that, but if I view it more as a way to indicate diversity of content to you all as opposed to a seperation of the HP stuff from my "actual" life, it's okay (I am similarly irritated by off-line or f2f life being described as "real life". Everything you do is your real life. Deal with it. Since there's lots of new people here, I should note I take everything I do really seriously, but that I also crack myself up constantly. This sometimes confuses folks.
Anyway. I did that photo thing at Central Casting today, and it was weird. They had me wait in a conference room alone and people kept coming in wanting to use the conference room for this or that call with California and then couldn't because I was there. Being what I must naturally be to do what I do, everytime someone approached, I wondered if I was being observed or considered for osmething more than "poor background slob whose picture we accidentally deleted." I was in and out in a few minutes though, and it was all very gracious and I think I looked good. I may have work on a night shoot (blech) next week.
Everyone I speak to about this improv and writing link is really interested in it. Which means, I think, I need to take some more improv classes and start writing down every thought I have about this. People keep making book noises at me about it, and they are probably right, although I question to what degree, no matter how much what I'm saying makes sense, how someone without advanced degrees in either acting or writing and who has professional credits, but not exciting professional credits has a chance of getting such a thing published. I suppose by the time it's ready to go, I'll have more and better credits. If nothing else, I can teach at The Learning Annex and be filled with shame.
Heard from the documentary producer, who wants to do a day in the life thing with me -- mostly about my shopping for gentleman's clothes and the like. I feel less gung ho about it than when I initially got involved in this whole thing, but I'm not sure why. Have I merely regained my sense about exposing myself in a context where I have the illusion of control but actually none? Or am I just more inwardly focused right now? Or, truth be told, is it the amount of time I'm spending with HP stuff -- certainly, my inner Severus can't only not understand why I should have to explain anything to anyone, but why I should want to. Finally, there's my parents, who, I should be grateful, I suppose, at least don't ask me personal questions anymore, but you know, they'd view it as a reflection on them, and that's crap and nothing to be ashamed of, but there are matters of honour here. I mean, she wanted all these pictures of me from when I was a kid to intercut with my interview, and I wound up only providing those my parents had not shot -- it seemed unfair to misappropriate images of me as their darling girl to go along with an interview about all the ways in which I am, and am not, said darling girl. These are the sort ofnuances no one really cares about that I live my life by.
I was amazingly efficient at the desk job today, and if not tonight, then tomorrow, I should get back to managing to churn out some Associated Content content. Judy's Book continues to infuriate me, but to explain why, while perhaps cathartic, would also be boring and eat valuable time.
I'm going to try to ge to the Met gift shop at the end of the week when the museum is open late to get my little Anubis thingy. And I really want to visit Cafe Sabarsky again soon, although I don't think there's anything I can eat there safely anymore, so I may just have to go at an inbetween time for tea or chocolate.
Meanwhile, i must right my sleeping schedule enough so that I can get up early and do some damn laundry. Tonight I think it's celiac-safe bangers and mash for dinner -- I have no idea why, but it's just one of those cravings lately.
Anyway. I did that photo thing at Central Casting today, and it was weird. They had me wait in a conference room alone and people kept coming in wanting to use the conference room for this or that call with California and then couldn't because I was there. Being what I must naturally be to do what I do, everytime someone approached, I wondered if I was being observed or considered for osmething more than "poor background slob whose picture we accidentally deleted." I was in and out in a few minutes though, and it was all very gracious and I think I looked good. I may have work on a night shoot (blech) next week.
Everyone I speak to about this improv and writing link is really interested in it. Which means, I think, I need to take some more improv classes and start writing down every thought I have about this. People keep making book noises at me about it, and they are probably right, although I question to what degree, no matter how much what I'm saying makes sense, how someone without advanced degrees in either acting or writing and who has professional credits, but not exciting professional credits has a chance of getting such a thing published. I suppose by the time it's ready to go, I'll have more and better credits. If nothing else, I can teach at The Learning Annex and be filled with shame.
Heard from the documentary producer, who wants to do a day in the life thing with me -- mostly about my shopping for gentleman's clothes and the like. I feel less gung ho about it than when I initially got involved in this whole thing, but I'm not sure why. Have I merely regained my sense about exposing myself in a context where I have the illusion of control but actually none? Or am I just more inwardly focused right now? Or, truth be told, is it the amount of time I'm spending with HP stuff -- certainly, my inner Severus can't only not understand why I should have to explain anything to anyone, but why I should want to. Finally, there's my parents, who, I should be grateful, I suppose, at least don't ask me personal questions anymore, but you know, they'd view it as a reflection on them, and that's crap and nothing to be ashamed of, but there are matters of honour here. I mean, she wanted all these pictures of me from when I was a kid to intercut with my interview, and I wound up only providing those my parents had not shot -- it seemed unfair to misappropriate images of me as their darling girl to go along with an interview about all the ways in which I am, and am not, said darling girl. These are the sort ofnuances no one really cares about that I live my life by.
I was amazingly efficient at the desk job today, and if not tonight, then tomorrow, I should get back to managing to churn out some Associated Content content. Judy's Book continues to infuriate me, but to explain why, while perhaps cathartic, would also be boring and eat valuable time.
I'm going to try to ge to the Met gift shop at the end of the week when the museum is open late to get my little Anubis thingy. And I really want to visit Cafe Sabarsky again soon, although I don't think there's anything I can eat there safely anymore, so I may just have to go at an inbetween time for tea or chocolate.
Meanwhile, i must right my sleeping schedule enough so that I can get up early and do some damn laundry. Tonight I think it's celiac-safe bangers and mash for dinner -- I have no idea why, but it's just one of those cravings lately.
