9 posts tagged “work”

Week in Review:

Tomato

True Blood

Six Feet Under

... is mine!  Finally!!!

'Atta Boy Charlie!

  Sometimes code names are very important.  Especially when you are on set with actors, and you want to talk about them incessantly (mostly out of boredom) without frightening them.  

Snowy Heavenly

Latrick Trilson

Julie Spears

  I was on the t.v. show Shear Genius (a hairstylist's knockoff of Project Runway) last week.  Period.  That's all I can say since Shear Genius will take $50,000 out of my pocket if I mention any more.  And I very much like that wad of $50,000 sitting pretty in my back pocket- so my lips are sealed.  But, I will say that I had my hair chopped off on national television and it was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life.  I will elaborate eventually...

Mushroom Head

  On Wednesday I may have died and gone to heaven and the members of Boyz II Men were there to meet me and harmonize with me at the Pearly Gates.  Really, I was working as an audience member on the show Don't Forget the Lyrics.  I had to painfully endure Brett Michaels of Poison (and Rock of Love) fame struggle through his "Hair Band" song selected for Celebrity Don't Forget the Lyrics.  The light at the end of the tunnel came when three out of the four Boyz/Men hopped on stage to play the game and sing covers of some Motown classics.

  Can I tell you how much I used to LOVE Boyz II Men?  Only from here to infinity!  The Christmas of 91' I squealed with joy when I found Cooleyhighharmony under the tree.  At my 12th year birthday bash I played that cd on repeat and made my poor mom videotape me and my friends dance the electric slide to every single song.  And to this day  I still know all the lyrics to "Motown Philly."

  So during the taping of this show my undying love and devotion was rekindled for the boys of Boyz II Men.  Note this as one of the happiest days of my life.  The only thing that would have made it better is if any of the gals from TLC busted in and sang a little "Creep" with a side of "Waterfalls."  My head would have then exploded with hearts and rainbows.

  Well, Tim has been telling everyone (his parents, brother and the three people we know in L.A.) that I am going to be a flapper protester in the Clint Eastwood directed movie, The Changeling, starring Angelina Jolie.  I'm sure he would also like everyone to believe that I have lines, my own trailer with a special room for Pierre Louis XIV, and an assistant to fetch me Soy Extreme Mocha Ice Blendeds (with three extra shots) on a whim.  NOT TRUE!  I'm glad I cleared up that confusion.
  Actually, I will get to work on The Changeling but I won't be wearing a cute flapper dress protesting my rights to drink, smoke, and boogey all night long.  Instead I will be a protester.  Yep, that's it.  I don't even know what exactly I am protesting yet.  I'll just be a good background artist and walk around in the herd and silently "shout" into the air very angrily.  Then I will be an even better background extra as I follow the herd to the holding area and sit on some butt-numbing folding chairs and not complain too loudly about how hungry I am and how blistered my feet are from standing for three hours straight.  And, then I will be the best background artist when I follow the herd back out to the set and "protest" silently with such passion and fiery that no one would ever believe that I had been doing it for the past eight hours!  All this with the hopes of getting my last golden ticket!  Goody!
  I had my fitting late in the day a couple of weeks ago.  Unfortunately, they assigned all the cute 1920's costumes to people who came earlier in the day so I got stuck with a dress that is reminiscent of a potato sack.  The lady costumer looked at me and asked me if a I had a small head.  I said "yep" totally in fear of being turned away, therefore, missing my chance to see Angelina Jolie and possibly snatching one of her myriad of children.   Well, it turns out that was the wrong answer.  I have a very large head and this upset the lady costumer.  Finally, we found one that was still too small for my head and we jammed it on and we (actually she decided) that it would work.  She took my picture and told me that some people just weren't meant for certain eras.

uh...what is that supposed to mean?  People didn't have big heads in 1928?

  Anyway, I lied to get on this production.  I was supposed to be 35-50 year old lady with very short, dark hair.  I did it because I really want to see Clint Eastwood direct since he is like the King Midas of movies, all those he touches turn to gold.  And, who doesn't want to see Angelina Jolie...?  And possibly Brad Pitt?  Not that I am one of those girls who goes all ga ga over Mista Pitt...  Hmmmm...I'm sure we will all end up being best friends!  :)

Jolie and Eastwood on the set of "The Changeling"

   Here is an idea of what the costumes are like in the movie.  My costume is like the poor woman's version of these since these are all photos from the fashion magazines of the period:

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