Like I said, I’m doing actoring in a short film today.
It’s so weird, because this is the first thing I’ve done in some time that I wasn’t also producing and had written.
Basically, I feel zero pressure. I’m not watching the clock, I’m not worried aboot the money, the location, or any of the other 800 things you worry aboot when it’s “your project”.
On one hand, it’s relaxing and fun. On the other, I really do like being stretched to the point of insanity.
Looking at my Blackberry Curve, I find myself ensaddened, because it has no touchscreen.
Soon this’ll be like a few years back, where if you didn’t have a flip phone, you were just kind of considered a bad person.
For some reason I’ve spent most of my time here on set wondering if the Celtics will retire KG and Ray Allen’s numbers.
(Chubby Like A Baby and Rondo are givens, right?)
My guess is yes on KG, but no on Allen, out of spite.
I feel like everyone on Earth hates Ray Allen.
Is this wrong – thinking this thing?
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It’s fifteen minutes later, and I just asked my co-star if she thinks it’s wrong for me to think everyone on Earth hates Ray Allen.
She didn’t know who Ray Allen was, so I told her to stand in the corner and not look at me unless we’re actoring.
I’ll be telling this girl I love her in the next scene.
Right before the director says action, I think I’ll lean into her and whisper, “Sorry about implying you were somehow not fit mentally because you didn’t know about Ray Allen,” and then look at her real sad.
Posted via Blackberry from in front of the camera.
