Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Where's Waldo?

It's not that I don't watch TV. Believe me, I keep the TV on in the background like others use the radio. The dialogue of ancient re-runs are like familiar tunes, my conscience occasionally registering the choruses -- George constructing and practicing his "jerk store" retort or Kramer facing off against the Van Buren boys.

I've got GMA on in the morning and Seinfeld and Friends in the evening. I watch the Daily Show and Colbert Report, The Office and 30 Rock, Mad Men and Friday Night Lights. Occasional reality shows like Project Runway and Amazing Race. A football game or two.

And yet the bank commercial continues to elude me. I know it's out there. Just last night I walked into rehearsal and the artistic director said, "Hey, I saw you on TV last night!" Not an hour later, a girl in the cast, whom I've worked with before, got a text from her mother: "I just saw Rob in a commercial!" I got home and had an e-mail from an old friend, "I just saw you on TV!"

People who barely know me, or have just met me once or twice through other people are spotting me in this ad.

This is why I need Tivo.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Back on the chain gang

I'm going to ignore for the moment the continued insanity on Capitol Hill and the stock market meltdown it's touching off and the fact that I will be eating Friskies when I'm 60. And that John McCain is the most despicable, lyingist liar that ever lied.


Anyway, rehearsals are underway for this show I'm doing. So far it's been pretty manageable. I'm in 4 of 11 scenes, so it's a good-sized role -- in a HUGE ensemble (13 people, I think) -- but not a backbreaker, so I've been in and out of rehearsals.

But next week starts 5 a week. Which I'm sort of dreading, but the way this political season is going, it may be just the thing to keep me from breaking my trackpad finger in half.

I'm not doing this show for any expected glory or acclaim or career advancement or fortune it will bring me. Mainly I'm doing it because the Factory people are fun and smart and I trust them to put on a good show. And the script's pretty funny. And the other people -- rehearsals are like Night at the Improv.

And it's good to keep busy. Summer of Rob Redux was fun but it's time to buckle down again.

Sunday, September 28, 2008


I'm feeling much better about the election, obviously. Certainly there will be downturns ahead, but this week has been wonderful. Well, in retrospect, at least. An absolute disaster for McCain/Palin. Not just the polls, but the electoral math, are swinging Obama's way. Some maps are showing Missouri, of all states, in the toss-up column! Very bad news for McCain.

I got fairly drunk watching the debate, and at 5 am jumped out of bed, spent two hours online poring over all the analysis and reviews and insta-polls and jiggering with the electoral maps at some of my favorite political sites, like RealClearPolitics and FiveThirtyEight and, convinced the country was moving back in the right direction, went back to bed until 11.

Then I got up and gave another weekly contribution to Obama.

Like everyone, I am awaiting, with equal parts dread and intrigue, McCain's next mavericky shake-em-up move. My last dream before waking up this morning was that Mitt Romney was the new GOP vice presidential candidate. I wouldn't believe for a second that they'd replace Palin at this point, if not for the fact that McCain has proved himself near-certifiable in his erratic nuttiness.

Obviously, a lot can happen over the next few weeks, but right now I'm giving myself permission to revel, with the above map representing my latest picks. For some reason, I would LOVE it if Virginia went to Obama. I guess because I'm a former Virginian. And as a former Ohioan? I hold no hope there. I know those people all too well.

Finally, another Sarah has reared her head this fall. And this one truly is hot. So if you're a Jew, and have parents in Florida, please follow Sarah Silverman's advice to make The Great Schlep. (Warning: NSFW!)

Thursday, September 25, 2008


I got almost nothing done today (well, other than rehearsal, audition and Pilates). And people were going out for drinks tonight after rehearsal but actually I couldn't wait to get home and ... read and watch the news.

This is the most bizarre election I've lived through. That I remember, at least. I suppose '68 was bizarre in its own sad, tragic way. But this is downright nuts. The economy supposedly teetering on the brink. A lame duck president trying to shove legislation past a sleeping Congress. A deal, then no deal. I had to tear myself from the TV and Internet as the various media were trying in vain to figure out what the hell was going on this afternoon.

Apparently the Treasury Secretary got down on his knees, LITERALLY, and begged the House speaker for her support?????

And McCain? My God, I think he's truly gone insane. Insane in the membrane. I can really kinda see now how this guy crashed so many damned planes. He's a kook. A really reckless, crazy fruitcake kookala-nut.

I won't even get into all of Palin's latest dysfunctions, embarrassments and scandals.

It's life imitating Jerry Springer! Only, unlike Springer, I can't ... stop ... watching! And I can't seem to focus on anything else.

23 minutes 'til the Daily Show. Ahhhhh ...

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

117 days

In a crisis, the very picture of confidence:

Tuesday, September 23, 2008


The universe is sending me repeated signals that say, loud and clear, "Join the union!"

Example: waiting 4.5 MONTHS now for a check from Agent C for a non-union job. (With recent work under SAG I got paid in under 30 days.) I've been told a couple of times now that the check is in the mail, so at least once was a lie. Maybe twice. In any case, when it finally comes -- and clears -- I'm done with Agent C. I mean 90 days is actually pretty standard for non-union work, but 140+ days?

Example: I ran into a guy in the bathroom at rehearsal tonight who mentioned seeing me in a commercial. The bank thing? No. The eye thing? No. It was for a job I did THREE years ago, that was supposed to be for non-broadcast, but has actually been broadcast, every week, all across the country, on a PBS television show. When I complained originally several years back -- and even engaged an attorney, much to my agent's chagrin (that was Agent D, btw -- no longer really representing me), they managed, after months of negotiation, to throw me some extra money. But the spot was supposed to stop running after a year. But apparently it never stopped. So I will be calling them tomorrow.

Example: A few months back, Agent A had a little "miscommunication" with a client, meaning a photo shoot that was supposed to be just this little ol' thing for test purposes in mocking up ad concepts, actually was going to run in Architectural Digest and other major magazines. After I pointed out the issue and complained, they got us some extra money. But not enough.

That's the way it goes. Your agents represent you, but ultimately their relationships with big clients are more important than with individual talent. And while things like this should be cut and dry in principle, in the real world they rarely are. As with any dispute, it all comes down to a cost-benefit analysis -- the expense, loss of good will and destruction of relationships versus whatever incremental financial gain may result. Usually it cancels out.

So the union is sounding better and better. It would have helped with at least two of these three problems. Well, actually not, because I wouldn't even have been eligible to take those jobs if I was in SAG. So really it's just an endless cycle of conflicting rationale that ultimately cancel each other out.

What it comes down to, I think, are two things: 1) how long I plan to be in this business and, 2) goddamned principle. Which is morally uplifting, if not financially.

Monday, September 22, 2008

One nightmare to another

So I woke up at 5:30 from a nightmare/dream that my place was being broken into. That's occurred a number of times now since the break-in. And I never get to stay asleep long enough for me to gun the guy down. 

Luckily, I needed the early start anyway. I got a call late Friday afternoon from a client. Their CEO had looked over the copy for their annual report, which had been approved by everyone and was all ready to go into production, and he ... HATED IT. {/Men on Film voice}

So I basically have two days to rewrite the whole thing. Luckily I know the client, so the subject matter's not foreign to me. But in some ways, re-writing someone else's copy can be harder than just starting over from scratch.

And from his comments, he has some interesting ideas of his own about proper writing. Like a one-sentence paragraph isn't grammatically correct! I don't dare give him sentence fragments. I'm already pushing it with sentences that begin with conjunctions. Madness!

I don't know where people get these quaint ideas about writing. A few years ago I drafted a speech for this major consumer products company and the top communications person, who was a renowned dolt and a busybody to boot, looked at my copy and sneered, "Well, of course you never use contractions in a SPEECH!" The what now? Sure, lady. We should all talk like Mr. Spock or the HAL 9000.

A few months later she was fired. And I became the CEO's chief speechwriter for several years.

Friday, September 19, 2008

The Bailiwick

By now it's old news that the venerable old Bailiwick theater is closing. (Well, I guess it's not considered so venerable -- but to me it was.) One of the first plays I did was for Bailiwick's annual Director's Festival. I liked it so much, I went back the next year. Then again a few years later.

The festival was an awesome place for a new/emerging actor to not only get stage time but to also hook up with new/emerging directors. One of the directors I worked with has gone on to bigger things -- so big he wouldn't even consider me now for one of his productions!

Bailiwick was where I first got nekkid on stage. Well, not all the way nekkid. Down to boxers. (With an extra pair underneath, for safety). It's also where I kissed my first dude. I've played a high school principal, a mourning widower hiring his first hooker, and a minister directing a passion play.

And people actually went to see these shows. More than any other show I've been in, I'd run into industry people who said they saw me at the Bailiwick. (And those were tiny little 3-show runs!)

If I ever was to advise anyone wanting to break into the Chicago acting scene, I'd tell them to audition for one-act festivals. I think I've done them all - Bailiwick, Brown Couch, Speaking Ring, Side Project, and a handful of others. It's much easier to get cast when they're looking for 40 actors instead of 4.

At least it will remain a theater. A new group is moving in and renovating the place.

Farewell, Bailiwick.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Under construction

Last week I woke up with a start at 4 am and decided there were multiple important things I need to do with my life.

But first, I needed to get my website updated. It's been bugging me for quite a while now that the site is 95% devoted to the acting/performing stuff and barely mentions the other big half of my life -- the client work I do.

I used to be kind of hesitant to let clients know about the performing side, because I didn't want them to think I was, a) a kook, and b) less than fully committed to them and my "real" work. And on the flip side, I didn't want the acting people to write me off as a dilettante (a word I probably shouldn't be using if I need spellcheck to get it right).

But I don't care about that anymore. (And I've found the clients think the performance stuff is not only pretty cool, but helpful to them from a creative standpoint.) It's time the site reflected who I really am. It seems silly, but to me it's the basis for how I go out and present and market myself. And if people I meet are going to be looking me up, I want them to see the real me. 

So we're fixing that. I've been working away on copy and my web person's been busy redesigning and, ideally, we should have it all together and ready to unveil in the next month.

Anyway, that's my latest little obsession.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Energy sucker

I went to a callback today for a SAG commercial. I was surprised to be called, because the role was for a Dad and, as I've said before, I don't think I look much like a Dad. But I was happy to be called back. Plus the schedule said they wanted me to read for another role, too. That increases my chances somewhat, right?

So I worked on the scripts and got really prepared. I even brought a change of clothes for the two roles.

When I got there, I was expecting it to be crowded, but was not ready for this. But I guess when you have 4 commercials, with 16 characters, and you call back, I don't know, 4, 5, 6 (?) people for each role ... well, that's a lot of people. And a lot of waiting.

An hour's worth. So keeping the energy and cheery attitude up was a real problem, and I feel like a blew it. I did the first one with the group and we got thanked and were filing out and I asked, "You want me to stick around for the other one?" {Pause} Oh, sure, yeah ...

So we set that up, I start it, and it's pretty clear they're not paying a lot of attention. Hell, I wonder if the camera was even on! So that was drag.

I don't blame them, I suppose. They had a longer day than I had. They had to see dozens of children, which seriously slows down the process (and can be REALLY annoying). Maybe they already had their minds made up, or maybe I just sucked that much.

Either way, it was one of those afternoons that doesn't make you feel too fulfilled about your career choice. Second career choice, actually. (Thank God.)

Monday, September 15, 2008


I thought long and hard about the iTouch, which would not only play music, but would also give me wi-fi (so I could be connected wherever there's a Starbucks or Panera or other such place), Pandora and other Internet radio stations, gaming, and open me up to the world of Apps (which already are making more money for Apple than music is).

I mean, they have an app for everything. Want to read the New York Times? Just press one button. Check the local movie listings? It's all right there. GPS? Weather reports? Talk to your busboy in Spanish? Get the best of the late-night monologues? Play the piano? Hell, there's even an app for timing the brew cycle of your favorite tea.

I already spend WAY too much time online as it is. Checking in on message boards, reading the blogs of people I don't even know, constantly checking the news, the weather, the stock reports, e-mail. Refresh, refresh, refresh. It's crazy. Some days my middle "trackpad" finger is actually sore. The Internet has become the new TV. And even when I watch TV, it's only with the Internet in my lap. ("Who's that guy behind Kirk? I've seen him before. {Click click} That's right, he had a bit part in I Dream of Jeanie.")

I need to start reading more. And doing stuff. Yesterday I picked up the guitar for the first time in months. Of course, it was to play a Johnny Cash song that I first heard someone playing on their computer, so I googled it later, then downloaded it for myself, then looked up the chords on the Internet so I could learn to play it on the guitar.

So actually, when used wisely, the Internet can better enable the doing of stuff. (And it allows you to not have to sit through all of SNL.)

Still, there is absolutely no need to read all 780 comments to Frank Rich's column in the Times.

So. Balance. This little bad boy just plays music. And podcasts, of course. Movies and TV shows. And it's got recording capability. Plus a few games. And it holds photos ...

Oh, well. Baby steps. I must say, even though this nano is the size and weight of a stick of gum and the PERFECT color, it was just a bit sad saying goodbye to that tired brick of a mini I've been hauling around for four years. But it is nice to have audio in both ears again. I was starting to walk in circles.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Almost Famous

At the corner diner this morning the waitress said that the crew back there was just talking about how they saw me in a commercial. Harris Bank, I asked? No, it's the Millennium Park Lasik Center one. Hilarious how much play it's getting. (Hilarious 'til you calculate the thousands of dollars in residuals I'm not getting for it. Once again, beware of projects negotiated outside your agent relationships. Live and learn!)

Anyway, they didn't guess I was an actor. They thought I owned the place. Which isn't too surprising since a guy who actually knows me as an actor -- a bartender up the block -- stopped me recently on the street and asked if I was also a doctor. I guess if you watch the commercial in a noisy bar you could come away with that impression.

Still haven't seen it myself, though I'm sure I'll catch it at some point. Under the terms of the agreement I signed, it will likely be running long after I'm dead.

I am determined, however, to see the Harris Bank ad. So here I sit watching the Bears game -- excuse me, I'm watching the commercials that occasionally are interrupted by the Bears game. That's where it premiered last week, but that might have been because it was on ESPN.

Then I will wait patiently for friends and acquaintances to tap my architectural skills for their latest home improvement projects.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Thanks, I needed that

In the fall of 1994, I was working for a state Attorney General, on his executive staff, and we were facing a very tough re-election fight. My boss was brilliant, articulate, progressive, activist -- a man built for public service. His opponent was a small-town prosecutor, with very little relevant experience and in every other way his complete opposite, from appearance to intelligence. 

She and her Atwateresque staff ran a brutal, insulting, hate-filled campaign that completed distorted our record. Day after day they worked to tear down everything that we worked SO hard -- I mean, really, just tons of sacrifice in terms of time, stress, personal relationships, etc. -- to create. It's hard not to take that personally. (Particularly when you yourself are the subject of attacks.)

It was mystifying to me that the choice wasn't crystal clear to voters. But it was there that I first learned that intellectual vigor and intelligence and thoughtfulness are considered "slick" and "elitist," especially when filtered through the GOP smear machine. For the life of me I'll never understand why voters would prefer the "ordinary" candidate. I want my elected officials to be extraordinary. I want them to be better than me -- more educated, more talented, more accomplished. 

Anyway, I remember one night fairly late when those of us on the office side were grousing and wringing our hands and generally armchair quarterbacking and second-guessing the decisions made by the campaign people. At one point -- and I don't have many points like this, so I will be immodest and call it out -- I said, "Look, they're smart people. We don't know everything they know. They've got polling data we don't see. They've got a long-term strategy. They've been chosen to run this campaign. What we have to do is trust them. It's like getting on an airplane. We trust that the pilot is well-trained and capable and will get us there safely."

That kinda brought the discussion to a halt (at least for the moment). Anyway, that's what I have to keep reminding myself of as a large portion of the electorate seems to buy the logic of a 28-year member of the entrenched Washington establishment starting a revolution essentially against himself and everything he and his party were complicit in creating.

So yeah, the parallels to '94 (and '00 and '04) are too close for comfort. But I need to take my advice from then and, essentially, chill the fuck out.

Of course, back in '94 we ended up losing that election, so ...

Thursday, September 11, 2008

So they're going to let me near children again

Obviously my mad breakdancing skillz wowed them last week, as I have a callback this afternoon.

This time I will make it a point to actually connect with the children. Maybe talk to them, look them in the eyes, all of that stuff. (I understand a good icebreaker is "how old are you," but I have a real aversion to being the typical dorky adult.)

Or maybe they knew how painful it all was for me, and want to put me through more angst.

Either way, knock me over with the proverbial feather. 

The funny thing is, I hadn't practiced my breakdancing routine at all before the audition. Still haven't. And I'm not very good. Which is probably exactly what makes it so effective.

But just in case, I'm bringing the coins -- for elbow flipping, in case they want to see my other trick.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Here it is

The Harris ad, or at least a portion of it, can be seen here. (Click on the little picture of me.)

I think that's just a part of the ad. I actually caught the tail-end of it on TV and it looks like they composited the various scenes they shot into one ad.

Must start actually watching the TV when I watch TV ...

As not yet seen on TV

I was at the casting agency the other day and a couple of the directors came up and told me they saw the new SAG commercial I did and it looked really great.

Of course, I haven't seen it yet, but apparently it's running all over the place on local networks and cable. It premiered during the Bears game the other night.

So look for me in a Harris Bank spot, playing an architect.

As with the others, I'll probably never catch it live. And right now I have CNN on, which is killing me because the election is particularly depressing at the moment. Lipstick indeed.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Child's play

I consider myself a fairly fun and youthful person. I have not lost my childlike sense of wonder -- usually over landscapes, nature, art, music, things like that.

But I do not play games or play with toys. I don't read comic books, I don't go to see comic book/cartoon movies (Spiderman, et al), I don't play video games. I don't like playing cards and I don't like those bars where they stock old Hasbro offerings like Risk or Stratego or Sorry. And I definitely do not play "bags" or "cornhole" or whatever the kids are calling it these days.

And I think adults who do get into these things are, well, weird. There's a difference between childlike and childish.

But last weekend I found myself at a mall -- an actual suburban mall -- for the first time in years. (But at least I biked there, so that makes it less ... suburban-like.) Anyway, at the Brookstone store they had these little remote control helicopters. And I thought and I thought and I thought and finally decided, hell yeah, I'm gonna waste 40 bucks (with tax and batteries) and buy this damned helicopter because this thing is going to be F-U-N fun! I never had anything cool like it when I was a kid!

So I brought it home and set it up and started playing. Well, it skittled and corkscrewed around the floor like a dragonfly with one lame wing, knocking into chair legs and knotting its rotors up in rug fringe. Something to do with the "trim" settings, which I worked hard to adjust, finally managing to get it 6 inches off the floor. Then it quickly crashed and knocked into things and then finally stopped working altogether.

So back it goes to Brookstone. (If I ever make it out to the 'burbs again -- who knew they closed their downtown store?)

That is what I get for being childish. (And, to be honest, a big part of its appeal was the potential for mystifying and harassing domesticated animals. Very adult, I know.)

And back I go to grown-up toys. The new iPods were unveiled today, but I have to wait until next week for the model I think I want. 

Monday, September 08, 2008

Attitude adjustment

Ironically, of the four auditions I went to on Thursday and Friday, I did the best at the two I was carping about the most. I don't think I got the jobs, but I acquitted myself well enough. The scripts were decent and the characters were close to who I am.

Both of them were first thing in the morning, though, and it's kind of a drag being that early in the process. Sometimes they don't know exactly what they're looking for until they see a couple of people doing it and figure out what they don't want. So you're kind of the guinea pig and the people after you have the advantage of a little extra (and clearer) direction.

By the time I got to audition #3 on Thursday afternoon, out in the middle of nowhere, running late for my meeting, and getting stormed on, I was still in a pretty decent mood, considering. But it's the only audition I've ever been on where they have you sign a safety waiver beforehand. And for good reason. They had us running (in a suit and tie) on a treadmill, with no handrails. AND the treadmill was up on a one-foot high platform. So it was a little dicey because you're supposed to be looking straight ahead so they can get the shot while occasionally checking that you're not running off the side. And someone else was at the controls, which made it easier in one way but a bit unnerving in the, you know, lack of control way.

So that was by far the most lucrative job, guaranteeing I won't get it.

By Friday afternoon I was in a pretty crappy mood. The script called for "Dad" to do some goofy stunt to amuse children. I have no tricks, other than being able to flick stacks of coins off my elbow into my hand. That, I thought, was a little cerebral, though. So I did a breakdance. And, thanks to six months of Pilates, I managed not to wrench by back doing the worm this time. (Though I did hit my chin on the floor.)

Trouble is, I was grousing so much over having to do some crazy/stupid trick that I pretty much neglected the whole "fun guy who gets along great with kids" part of it. But by then I really wasn't in a "HEY, KIDS, WHO WANTS TO HAVE SOME FUN!?!" mood. And I couldn't for the life of me even ACT like I was.

In fact, we were standing there cooling our heels for a few minutes while the casting agent was off doing something and it could very well have been a set-up to see how I/we interacted. And if that's the case, I definitely failed. I did get one of the kids to show me a couple of tricks of his own -- he made me a boat out of a dollar bill -- but it was all very low-key.

Anyway, back in the saddle this week. I pledge to get it together and be POSITIVE.

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Waiting on Tuesday

When I bought my new MacBook Pro back in February, Apple came out two weeks later with a tweaked version that almost doubled the hard drive space and included "multi-touch" (the cool feature from the iPhone that lets you shrink, enlarge and otherwise manipulate screen images with a pinch of the fingertips).

I also bought a shuffle as a gift and less than two weeks later they doubled the capacity and dropped the price by almost half. (I was able to take advantage of the 14-day return window to fix this.)

So I've been burned by Apple before and have sworn not to make the same mistake again. (Though they're putting out a whole new generation of MacBooks before the end of the year, making mine look like a dinosaur.)

In any case, I have been waiting, waiting patiently for September for many, many months now to get a new iPod. My poor little iPod Mini, which is no longer even manufactured, is bulky, heavy, doesn't play video and has that terrible green screen.

Worse, the battery is on its last diodes and the earbud cords are so frayed it only plays in the left ear. (Yes, I know I can get new earbuds anytime, but I go through them about every 6 months and I refuse to get another pair until it comes free with my new iPod.)

So I've been following Apple Insider religiously and waiting on September for the next generation of iPods. Tuesday is the day. I might get the 4th generation Nano -- they're going back to the tall slim version, but enlarging the screen for wide screen video and boosting the capacity. Here is a bootlegged photo.

Notice the nice rounded edges. Apparently everything, including the new MacBooks, are getting the "Airbook" contours. I hope they have it in blue.

Or, if I'm feeling really frisky I might get the updated iTouch. Apparently they're going to drop the price point so it's more in line with the iPhones and do a few other tweaks.

So that's what I'm finally doing with my economic stimulus check. Go economy.

Friday, September 05, 2008

Red Ball!

Red Ball
Washington & Morgan

Okay, I consider myself a pretty good appreciator of outdoor art. I've loved some of the things I've seen around town, from the cows to the ice to the bike path sculpture garden. But I'm afraid red ball is a bit lost on me.

Maybe it's the Target sponsorship. Maybe because it's, I don't know, just a big red ball. Maybe it's the milieu. Maybe if I saw it in one of its other settings, and not stuffed under the canopy at Wishbone.

Maybe. But I doubt it.

Actually, what they ought to do is drop it off the Daley Center down into the plaza. I would pay to see that.

Thursday, September 04, 2008


I've always taken politics very personally. It was a big part of family discussions all my life and, of course, I worked in it for a few years.

I remember being the only kid in my grade school class who had a parent voting for McGovern. I remember waking up the day after the close election in '76 and cussing out Jimmy Carter when it sounded from the radio like he'd lost. When Reagan won in 1980, I wore a black armband all day (my girlfriend's mother wouldn't let me in the house -- not because of the politics, but because it reminded her of people who actually wore those in the olden days when people died). I was the only person on the planet shocked when Dukakis lost. It broke my heart for weeks.

The '90s were a good time. I got to shake Clinton's hand the Friday night before the '92 election. We all knew he was gonna win, so it was super exciting. And I got to go to the '96 convention, which was another thrill. 2000 was painful, 2004 was downright tragic.

But for some reason, in spite of this long history, last night, watching that heinous, hypocritical, bible-thumping book burner tear into Obama? It just about killed me. I was so depressed this morning. I'm a partisan, for sure, and I'm all for tearing the skin off the other guy, but I've rarely heard a nastier, more vitriolic, more insulting and lie-filled speech. And yes, it was worse than Pat Buchanan's "cultural war" speech. Maybe because it was so personal. If people find this woman at all relatable, maybe I'm just not an American.

But when I got home tonight I saw the news that Palin's speech had attracted a million dollars to their campaign. And TEN MILLION to the Obama-Biden campaign. Then I logged on and gave him a week's grocery money. 

THAT made me feel better. Doing something. I'm ashamed, given my background, that I haven't until now, but I plan to give every week 'til election day.

Go. Bama.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Ask and receive

So now I'm slammed with three auditions tomorrow. On top of a six (SIX!!) hour meeting.

What is it with these days that come along that just attract commitments like metal shavings to a magnet? It's bizarre.

Weirder even is that Agent 3 is suddenly coming out of the box. Two of these three are from them -- and the third one would have been, too, if they'd have been faster.

Things are definitely too complicated with three agents. I haven't decided on the one agent to go with, but I do know who's in third place and I think once I get my final check from them, it will be time to let them go. The auditions and jobs they send me on just don't match the quality and the quantity of the others.

Like this one first thing tomorrow, whose script has at least 200 words in it. WTF? And it happens 10 minutes after the other. I think I'm going to give "avoiding over-preparation" a try.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

August Rush

As I suspected, the law of averages eventually evens things out.

In the first half of August, I had 12 on-camera auditions. In the second half? Two.

Yeah, yeah, late August doldrums, vacations, the upcoming holiday, etc. But I wonder if also I'm not being called for non-union auditions given my pending SAG status? For this industrial last week they had me under a union contract and at the union rate.

We'll see what September will bring. But I haven't had this long of a gap between auditions since late April/early May.