3 posts tagged “agent”
I've received my first check for a new animated series I'm in. It's called Nate the Great and it's going to air on PBS starting in Jan. 2008. I'm very excited.
I haven't quit my day job nor my second but this amazing opportunity, may help me pay for flowers at the wedding ... just as soon as I pay AFTRA.
Yesterday at my jobski, I saw Jet Li getting on an elevator and Lionel Richie performing. Jet Li let some security guard take his picture with the security guards Blackberry. Why does a security guard have a Blackberry? Does it make me an elitist for pondering that? I don't have a Blackberry and I think that's as it should be. And a Blackberry with a picture taking machine AND a phone! OH, technology, you vixen. Lionel Richie performed "Easy Like Sunday Morning". The man looked good. I mean almost exactly as he looked when he sang "Caribbean Queen" except that of course was Billy Ocean. But really, dispite my non-knowledge of Lionel Richie - I do know he's had a huge ass career. Here's what I think I know about Lionel Richie. He started with the Commodores. I understand that they thought he was a big fat full of himself so he left and recorded solo stuff. My sister, Sandy, would dance to his hits. The girl could dance. I bet my sister, Deana, danced too. They were some hot '70's laaaaadies. Sandy smoked Kool cigarettes and Deana got knocked up at 19. She should have stuck with dancing. Lionel Richie was popular maybe when I was in high school too. I don't know, I was listening to either Bon Jovi or showtunes. And then, Mr. Richie adopted a really skinny little girl and his wife beat him and then he came to my work. Quite a career Mr. Richie, that's quiet a career.
I still haven't run.
But I did pick my new headshot. Here it is.
I look like someone I would hire. It's called smile side purple. I'm so original. Kiss my face. Also, I think that it looks like I have a little hunch-back. Maybe I could white-out that. White-out that? White-out that out? I no not how to speak the Englishes and that's fine by me. Mostly. Frankly, if I were fine with it, I wouldn't comment on it. What I'm really not fine with is that I have an agent who never rarely calls me. So, now I have started emailing them which is completely uncomfortable. I would think they would like to put me out there to make them money, but what do I know, I'm just a hunchback.
Recently, I got to start sitting at the big kids table. The problem is, I don't know anyone here. And, I feel awkward asking for the salt. Metaphor aside, I got signed with an agent. Yes, my first post is me fucking being that person. What of it - it's on my mind. A lot. I'm scared. And there are two women with 'my' agent who I want to ask questions to but I feel so weird. What I need to know/want to know (and I can't see the difference right now between need and want) is WHAT HAPPENS NOW? I've been waiting for my big <vmt> break for 15 years and now the big kids table has been set with a spot for me and I have no idea what to do with my soup spoon.
In other news, I have really nothing planned this weekend except looking @ The New Leaf Cafe as a potential place to get the hitched as the kids are saying these days. You know, those 15 year olds that are getting married left and right.
Do you eat? Because if you do you should totally put this in your mouth and say THANK YOU! to G*d & summer which I guess are one and the same? I don't know.
This is the recipe from a place on the internet, but if you make it, please make sure you triple the garlic. And if anyone complains of the healthy vapors pouring off you, send them to me.
So, yeah. This is me.
