We are fortunate here at The Sixth Notebook to be going to see "Come Back, Little Sheba" at the Kirk Douglas Theater this evening. We will be seeing our highly esteemed friend, actor Alan Rosenberg, do his job, and showing our happy and undying support.
Alan with S. Epatha Merkerson in "Come Back, Little Sheba"
From left, Alan, his lovely wife Marg Helgenberger and their son Hugh at the premiere of "Mr. Brooks"
Alan is the president of the Screen Actors Guild (or "prexy", as Variety magazine insists on calling him. We treasure Variety's content but have always been nearly horrified by their style book, completely unable to apprehend how these abominable abbreviations might be truly helpful or practical. They can't be saving that many lines; meanwhile, language peeps such as myself are pained to get through an article, wincing in anticipation of the next botchery). Anyhoo, I'm very much looking forward to the performance, and I will review it here, tomorrow.
Bon aprés-midi, Messieurs et Mademoiselles. I'm writing to you on a day I would ordinarily be hard at work, slaving away over various and assorted field reports. Instead I'm at Joy's house, eating Easy Mac, drinking lemonade, fucking around on the internet and listening to iTunes. I mined all the stuff that I'm sure I like from her vast library (I've spent hours on just this) into a playlist I can listen to when I'm here. I also wrote down stuff I'm not sure of, to listen through later.
I will go into work tomorrow to help our poor abandoned Luis, he of the killer sentence composition (if you read Joy's blog you know what I mean). He is unaccustomed to days on his own in there, and may have better things to do than sit around and answer the damn phone.
From there, I will be attempting to get some more background stuff. If I don't manage to get any for Wednesday (it's really a day by day thing, getting background work), I'll be coming back up here to North Hollywood, paying a visit to the call-in service peeps and finally getting signed up with them. It makes the life of someone who does this for a (meantime) living much, much easier.
Joy is in Portland, visiting her awesome bro Brian Backlash for the week. I hope she is having nine tons of fun, that the time is going nice and slow and that she comes back feeling like she got to spend a whole month away.
I'll be spending more time here while she's gone, watering all her plants and feeding any number of her pets, but I think I'll be going home for tonight in a while. My T.V. gets better reception, and Prison Break and 24 are on tonight, so. You know. I've always had my priorities straight. It is just after four now, I should be doing a vlog post in a bit.
P.S. looks like Blogger has not updated their clock for DST
I love working on a set. I love the long days, I love the actors, I love being enveloped in this other world, I love being excited about the day and my life, I love seeing and experiencing stuff that is completely unique. I love the gruff and too-cool-for-school crew, I love the happy crew, crew rules. They are so fucking great at their jobs it is insane, and you realize the Oscars and Emmys exist so that these people can get close to properly thanked. All that glitz, you realize on the set, is really the least that could be done. 
I always have fun stuff I could be writing to you about these experiences... I'll be getting internet service at home again very soon and will have more time for stuff like that. (That should also mean way more frequent posts, I really do love blogging and am always wishing I could be talking to you every day. I will be doing a vlog from Joy's this weekend, so that should be fun times).
Yay, it's almost Superbowl Sunday!!! There will be either one of two things: A fabulous party at The Hole, consisting of me and the television, or: Me, going to a sports bar other likely spot to cheer on the Colts with other losers who have only a The Hole of their own and no healthy peeps to hang out with. I say healthy, because if poor Joy were not in a heap on the floor with strep throat, I'd go hang out with her and Jason and their peeps. But she is, poor baby. Please think healing, comfortable happy thoughts for her.
I'm here at work today without her, and with her boss, Rick (Okay, it's our boss, but I really just consider myself Joy's person here. I'm not wrapped up in the company, just here to make her life easier and earn a few bucks while I scramble - if you can imagine tedious scrambling - to get my real work off the ground). Right now making a few video files on the computer of footage taken in the field, then I put those onto CD. That is not my main function here, but I do it. I usually take written field reports and whip them into appropriate shape for this company's clients. I don't have any of that to do today, unfortunately. We are working on a big huge high profile case that the client is asking for by a completely unreasonable due date, so I'll be coming in tomorrow to help out. I'm not too sure how handy I'm coming in, but I think I'm making Rick feel better just being here.
My guess is I'll be back with at least one more entry today. :P
I think I might be able to go home after all, I hope so. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I'm a pretty terrible budgeter, but when something's important, I can often pull it off anyway.
I'm really need to get a good headshot so I can audition for real work and start making some more money! I dream of the day I can both fix my financial quagmire and be really excited about going to work (not that I don't adore working with Joy every day - I couldn't ask for better company. But you know what I mean).
I also want to be able to plan a visit with Tony as soon as possible. I also need a bunch of other important stuff, including way better digs and a car, ASAP.
Speaking of listing stuff I want, here is the official Christmas list I sent to Mom:
1) An iPod Shuffle
2) Or, better yet, this phone
3) Phone cards for talking with Tony in Mexico
4-?) Gift cards to various and assorted retail establishments
In other news, the Hawks have hit a slump. They were upset by the 49ers on Thursday, blowing a second chance to clinch their spot. Please think energetic, winning thoughts for them as they take on the Chargers on Christmas Eve. The Redskins won their game Sunday against the Saints (speaking of upsets)!!! Jeff is probably pretty psyched. It's been a rough season for those guys, and they deserve a break. His ticket was a bust, so he's still ahead by only $0.40 . Meh.
