This weekend, coworkers at the job got together to film short little movies, sample commercials for some project. I don’t know, I wasn’t paying attention. I was asked to act in one scene, playing a rebellious employee. Of the 552 takes I did (no, not pictured), I never got the tone just right at the same time that I was in the camera’s sights, at the same time that I banged down my prop Slurpee (a big blue disgusting thing flavored like gum). Acting, alas, may not be for me.
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In related news, I uploaded two more podcasts hosted by actress/coworker Juliette Avila (above, in borrowed glasses) are up on AsininePoetry.com–Episode 39 is highlighted by a rendition of “If I Only Had an Ass” (with very brief and sad backup vocals by yours truly) and Episode 40 is highlighted by the latest craze of Agatha Christie-ing.
There are Icees and Slurpees. I think Icees have the Bear while Slurpees are at 7-11. I had a Coke Icee recently. I couldn’t remember why I didn’t get them more often. Now I remember.
I think acting is for you. I have some footage…
Aren’t you glad you sent me this link?
~c