Ima Starz

What I did for my career today: Got advice from an old friend that knows a lot more about this business than I do.

What I did for myself today: Drank an Iced coffee with nonfat milk, because it reminds me of studying bartender terminology late into the night with my best friend during the summer of 09'.


So, this evening I saw a show at a planetarium for the FIRST TIME EVER!! Now, I don't know what fucking lame ass elementary school I went to, but one that does not take its students to travel through both space AND time while leaning back in a comfy recliner...well that's just no elementary I want to be part of. Ya heard?

Speaking of field trips, I was reminded (while at the planetarium, naturally) of an instance in fourth grade, when I showed up to school, excited out of my tighty whiteys to go to the natural history museum of california that day. After showing up at school, however, my teacher took one look at my noticeably pink and crusty eye and sent me straight to the nurse's office. It was here that I would find out I could no longer go to the museum because of that silent elementary school inconvenience known as pink eye. I don't know what I expected to see at the natural history museum...but it gave me reason enough to bawl and bawl and bawl.

Until I went home and ate popsicles on my trampoline...that's what's up.

Hold Up...EYYY-eyyyyy

I have an idea. It isn't as terrifying as this picture, however.

I'm going to redirect this blog into a more concise direction so it's not just "my life in LA...blahblah bitch bitch I'm blogurbating"

I was having a conversation today over some coffee..and the advice was given to me that you have to do one thing everyday for your career, or it isn't going to happen.

So there. I shall chronicle each thing I do per day in mah blog for my acting career. This way, I'll be forced to write more, and hopefully it will show the benefits of constantly working. Right...ok. Totes.

So that coffee conversation was the thing for today. Donezo.

In other news...google image search "light bulb!" if you are ever bored. There's a cartoon lightbulb that continuously appears doing various activities including playing basketball, riding a bicycle, and, my personal favorite, hugging a business man.

Where are you going light bulb? And why is your life so much more active than mine?

A Question (XXX)Posed

As an actor...yes, I've come to terms with the fact that one day I may or may not have to be naked in a play, picture, movie, tv, or (if all else fails) PORN! These are things I know and have accepted. Hell, I've even crafted a theory that if (by the grace of heaven) I do enough work to attract interest from the general world public, I am going to CHOOSE to do an artsy naked photo shoot just in case I pull a Vanessa Hudgens and "accidentally" give the media a picture of me naked, it will be old news by then, and nothing everyone wouldn't have already seen in a much more artistic and airbrushed way.

Sly, right? LIKE A FOX.

I do question, however, when a play is ovvvverrrly gratuitous with nudity and simulated sex, if it is a bad idea to do.

Case: A play I was considering auditioning for where I would be reading for a gay male prostitute that has to get completely naked and simulate sex multiple times. Not just sex, graphic sexual acts that even make me uncomfortable to talk about in a public forum. And I am a very candid man. Seriously, I would rather my roommate tell me his door is locked because he is masturbating than him saying he's simply "reading Harry Potter." If the former was admitted I would at least know to come back in 5 minutes to borrow some kleenex, because at least he'd have it handy.

I'm giggling after writing that.

So, the question I ponder is how far can a play go before the "art" is compromised by the "penis?"

I think if any one decides to read this post, you should leave your opinion in the comment section.

In other news, I just scheduled an audition for "Happy Days: A New Musical"

IMA CHAMEEELEON

A Gripe

When I'm sad I look at this picture and marvel at the amazing, life-size puppet on my arm.

I was perusing YouTube today, following a link off of the witty and beautiful Amanda Facemire's blog (follow her, she's meandering through India), and was taken to a variety of video bloggers that have like...made themselves internet sensations because they happen to own a flip cam and video editing software. One dude had over 2 million views on each of his 120someodd videos, and had been nominated for a teen choice award because of this. He was A. not funny B. not talented and C. just...fuck it, he was dumb as shit. I simultaneously hated and envied him. I have to give him some respect because he is making a name for himself all on his own, and I admire that. This topic has been on my mind a lot as of late. Probably due to my mother repeatedly telling me to write my own movie to be in and call it “The Life of Riley.” Look at the blog Robyn, my play is as good as gold, obviously.

I should call it “Confessions of a Ginger: A Dying Breed” or maybe “Why I Wear SPF 45, and other Musings from a Freckled Perspective”

I am still waiting for my day job to let me start working, and I am surviving off of macaroni and I Love Lucy re-runs.

It's strange, I expected to feel quite self-conscious and insecure after moving out here, regarding my acting ability and promise and what-not. After viewing the caliber of other actors out here, however, at the few auditions I've actually attended, that isn't the case. I, in fact, feel more confident about my acting ability than I even might have felt at school. That's not saying much though, I'm not the most self-confident penguin in the pack (or whatever colloquialism would actually be appropriate to use in this instance). People really do just decide, “I'm going to be an actor” but do NOTHING to actually train themselves and learn how to be a real person. And you know what the BITCH is? Some of them are never going to have to, because they are pretty and will have a part written for them in their own voice, giving the illusion that they are natural and subtle actors when they are doing nothing BUT BEING THEMSELVES, THEREBY DEFEATING THE ACTUAL PURPOSE AND DEFINITION OF “ACTING.”

I'm not annoyed.

It's alright though, “luck is when preparation meets opportunity.” I have learned that getting my BFA gave me the preparation I think is necessary...now about that opportunity. Seriously, I'm about to start sleeping my way to the top.

Jambo

So, I deleted my last post just in case it aides to any sort of termination from my job. oops.

The last two days i have been orientating at my new job at Universal, which has been pretty damn cool, i'm not going to lie. I have to join the union AGVA which means after a year I will be able to qualify to join SAG, AEA, or AFTRA since AGVA is a sister union. THIS means if I don't bust my ass and get into one of those unions by myself, I at least have this option to fall back on, as long as I don't fuck myself over and get fired! Pressure...pressing down on me, pressing down on you..skee da da doo. Whatever the next words are.

My highlight of the day: I inadvertently was leaning back in my driver's seat, only one hand on the wheel, listening to a rap song on the radio, and absent-mindedly bobbing my head. After about a minute of this I nonchalantly look to the right, to find two black men, in a white cadillac, chrome wheels, silver grills (teeth), eyes covered by aviators, both staring at me, laughing/smiling, bobbing their heads and encouraging me to continue my unintentional "gangster lifestyle"

get at me.