Time for a FaceWash

FaceWash

I stumbled on an interesting article the other day. With all the constantly changing apps and privacy settings in the world of social media, it's hard to keep up with it all, especially if you are trying to manage how your social media profiles make you look out in the "real world." In the increasingly difficult job market, young professionals and recent college grads need every advantage they can get. Hiring managers are getting more clever (if not downright unscrupulous) in their screening of potential employees, and your online profiles are part of you and can haunt you if you're not careful. Your internet "face" much like your real face needs a good cleansing from time to time.  This is where 3 computer science majors from Kent University come in. They attended an event at the University of Pennsylvania called Hackathon. There they presented their idea for a new app called FaceWash.

FaceWash is an app you can connect to through your Facebook (Twitter app coming soon) profile. You run the wash and it goes through your entire history to find comments, tags, photos, liked pages, etc and find things that you might not want to share with mixed company or a future employer or your mother. I think it's really quite ingenious for people who might have had too much fun in college and are now trying to be real live adults in the corporate world. I am not one of those people. I did have fun in college, but I have since gone back through and gotten rid of a lot of things I no longer wished to share with people. Since Facebook was still in its infancy when I was in college, we didn't understand the privacy settings and it was only usable by people with a college e-mail address. We could not foresee the importance Facebook would one day play in our society. The Facebook pond was much smaller then than it is now.  Even so, I thought for shits and giggles I would run a FaceWash on my personal FB account (not my GurlNxtDoor page.) Here's what I came up with:

Words I use most often which FaceWash finds to be uncouth:

-Suck (as in "this situation sucks" or "you can suck it" or "suck it up")
Ok, so not the most lady-like of words, but I've said worse.

-Shit 
Yes, I do say this one a bit. Yes it's a "swear." Point: FaceWash

-Ass (not always referring to "butt" mind you. Sometimes it's a donkey.)
Ok, yeah I do say this one A LOT.  Usually the word bad is in front of it.

-Butt
Really FaceWash?! "Butt" is a bad word??? Are we five? My doctor says butt!

-Girl on (as in "I heard this girl on the the street say...")
This isn't even remotely inappropriate! It flagged this, but not gurlongirlgaming.com.
Interesting. Loophole!

-Sex (as in "sex change"-a legitimate medical procedure)

-Sex (as in a link I posted about a woman who saved hundreds of girls from sex slavery)
*Sigh* context is everything.

-Raping
I found 2 comments from friends made ages ago with this word. I did not find it funny then and I still don't. Rape isn't funny. I promptly deleted these comments on my Facebook. 
Point: FaceWash

-Hooker (a description of a production still photo from when I portrayed a cop arresting a hooker)
Again, context.

-Sexy (as in "oh that dress is sexy" or "that girl is sexy")
Is there a context algorithm?

-Fucking (as an adjective, not a verb)
This was said by a friend on one of my pics. Is it a "swear?" Yeah. Am I concerned about it? No. But, still, I will concede the point to FaceWash 
(for those of you keeping track, that's 3)

FaceWash also flagged 21 of the pages that I like on Facebook. I won't go into all 21 of them, but I will cherry-pick some of the most ridiculous ones. (I should also clarify that I am cherry-picking for time, not because I'm into some weird shit that I don't want you guys to know about. Honest.)

These are some things I like on Facebook that were flagged with the offending  word in their title:
-ShitMyDadSays (oh come on! Who doesn't follow this guy?)

-Sex, Thugs, and Rockin' Rolls (a one-act play festival Boyfriend was in years ago)

-Fuck Cancer (yes it has "fuck" in the title, but it is a good cause. Again with the context)

-Sexy Nerd Girl (not going to even dignify this with an answer)


-Geeks Are Sexy (see above)


-The Vagina Monologues (if you are unfamiliar with this powerful play by Eve Ensler, do yourself a favor and read this, see this. Vagina is not a bad word.)

And finally, the page I liked that made the least amount of sense:
*drum roll*

-Wonder Woman Boyshorts 3-pack of panties
You'll never guess which word flagged this. Guess. 
NO! It was panties. PANTIES.I had a friend in high school who hated this word. I think it's cute.  But it's not inappropriate, right? It's something a little girl says. Like puppy. 

Or "puppy panties" which are a real thing btw. But, I digress.

So, what do I think of FaceWash? I'm a little on the fence. I think the idea behind the app is brilliant, and I think that as they continue tweaking the sensitivity of the algorithms, it can only get better (it is still in Beta.) Does the app have practical applications? Yes and no. For people like me, who are fairly reserved or scrupulous with their social media goings-on (having parents and young siblings online will motivate you do this) then we really have little to fear about our profiles on Facebook. Plus, I never "friend" people I work with, or don't know IRL, that's what LinkedIn is for.  But, for those people who have 5,000 "friends" and maybe went a little crazy in college and realize they need to "clean up" their online image because they want to be a lawyer or "respectable" in the corporate world, then I think the seemingly-anal-retentiveness of the words the app will flag as undesirable is a good thing.

So, is this app for me? Not really. But, I think it's good for everyone to use it at least once just for funsies, and you never know what you might uncover. Your online dirt has a way of creeping into the deepest darkest corners of the internet and then rearing its ugly head at the worst possible moment for you. I will also say that my profile was waaaaay "cleaner" than I was expecting it to be. After looking at all the flagged words and phrases on my FaceWash, I personally wouldn't want to work for anyone who would look at my profile and deliberately not hire me based on a couple of swears and the type of underwear I like.

Word.

Thanks Dr. Robyn Silverman for this photo.

All This Glee Bullshit

Normally I don't get all political and troll-y and straight up bitch about too many things here. I like my blog to be a mostly happy place about gaming and funny stories, or an introspective tool to get my thoughts out there in the hopes that someone else feels the same way and they won't feel alone.  I like it to be a place where people can come read things and feel better or just shut their mind off from real life for a minute.  Unfortunately, there is an injustice that has me and other nerdy music lovers all steamed up right now and it's time for me to vent. 

What has us so enraged? I have four words: Glee vs. Jonathan Coulton. 

Courtesy of Paul and Storm

Now, I don't claim to be a lawyer or have any more knowledge of entertainment law than your average actor/singer/artist. Nor do I pretend to know anything about music/sound engineering. I only know what details JoCo has released on his website and/or his Twitter or what info is available in the press. (If you live under a rock and have no clue what I'm talking about, you can read about it in Wired, Forbes, or *gag* CNN.) But I do know that fucking around with the legal line of someone's intellectual property is no joke. I've been burned by it myself. And with the ever-expanding universe of the internet, that line is getting blurrier and blurrier, which is why I try very hard to properly attribute pictures, etc here. (If you ever find a mistake in any attribution or wish me to remove something that belongs to you, please let me know.)

I will be the first to admit that I was a "Gleek" from the start. I watched the first season religiously and bought the soundtracks. But, halfway through season 2, I started rolling my eyes more and more at the lazy writing, and I could almost see money-hungry executives lurking in the shadows of the supposedly encouraging and uplifting "message" of the show. Between the increasingly laughably poor writing, obnoxious character arcs, and conflicting morals of the show, I finally lost interest. But I still enjoyed watching the occasional clip of the songs on YouTube. But now with this whole messy business with Glee most-likely completely ripping off JoCo, I don't even want to do that anymore. Whether or not Glee executives overstepped legal bounds when they "covered" JoCo's cover of Baby Got Back remains to be seen. What I think is disgusting is the moral implications of this whole fiasco. For a show that claims it's all about art and pursuing dreams and being true to yourself, Glee has fallen sickeningly short of the moral par. 

Yes, I just made a golf reference. A. Golf. Reference. This is how angry you're made me, Glee.

Or maybe this hullabaloo is what TV executives are helping orchestrate. Supposedly Glee's ratings have been slipping, and maybe they're hoping a good old fashioned scandal is the way to boost them again. If this is the case, I think this bodes Glee's swift downfall. But again, what do I know? I'm just an actor, a blogger, a nerd, a Coulton fan, a music fan, and a former (and I can't stress that enough) Glee fan.

Do I think my words will change the world? No. I'm 99.99% certain that the executives at Fox or whatever are not going to read this and exclaim, "By God she's right! How wrong we were. We're monsters! Oh the humanity, what have we done?!?!?!" (I imagine old fat white men in their big fancy corner offices above the studio lot swooning and fanning themselves a la Scarlet O'Hara when they say this.) But it makes me feel better. It also adds one more little voice to the growing tornado of enraged fans that will hopefully grow loud and (civilly) obnoxious enough to make some changes in favor of the "little guy" in the intellectual property fight. So if nothing else, I stand with Jonathan Coulton, and I'll see him in March at PAXEast!

And so I leave you all with this: Thanks MovingPictures, this made me laugh heartily. Also, if you would like to help something good come out of this ethical injustice, you can buy JoCo's cover of Glee's *spit* cover of his cover of Baby Got Back on iTunes or straight from his website. He'll be donating all the money to charity. And spread the word!

Or if my angry words aren't your cup of tea and you want to read a much classier post about this from an actual lawyer, I will direct you over here.

Memory Lane Monday: The Saga of the Couch That Refused to Leave Part 1

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Boyfriend and I will have been living together for 4 years this April. It's been a long and exhausting adventure, but a fun one, too. When we decided to live together, we were both living in separate apartments in the same Queens neighborhood and I was desperate to leave my studio (though I can't for a second imagine why) and Boyfriend's roommate situation was on a downward spiral so we decided to go for it. While we both enjoyed our neighborhood in Astoria, we had both gotten jobs at the same restaurant in Brooklyn, so we decided to switch Burroughs to cut down on the commute time. Boyfriend found a delightful little 2nd floor apartment in Park Slope, Brooklyn that was a 20-30 minute commute to work (vs our 60-90 minute commute from Queens.) The apartment was a 5 minute walk from the subway and a 10-ish minute walk to Prospect Park, we also had a back deck and a dishwasher. There was just enough room for us, all of our stuff, and my ferret, Dusty, and all of his stuff. It was going to be great.

Then came moving day. We had a plethora of friends willing to help us in shifts to move both of our apartments. We started with Boyfriend's apartment because we had volunteer friends plus his roommates to assist, which was good because he had most of the heavy furniture, including the Big Purple Couch. Boyfriend acquired Big Purple Couch from Craigslist about 2 years before we met. It was a good couch. A comfy couch.  A loyal couch. 

Perhaps too loyal. 

Anyone who has ever moved themselves or helped a friend move, hopefully knows that when loading a moving truck, to put the large furniture in first and the smaller furniture or boxes in last. Being smart and experienced packers/movers we put in Boyfriend's mattress, box spring, and bed frame in the truck first. Logically, next we would load up the couch. Big Purple Couch had lived in 2 different apartments with Boyfriend, and now we were moving it to a third. Apparently Big Purple Couch was upset about this. When Boyfriend and his soon-to-be-former roommates tried to finagle Big Purple Couch down the stairs to the street to load it in the truck, they couldn't get the couch down the stairs. It was as if the stairs/hallway had narrowed or the couch had grown of their own accord. They tried for almost an hour to get the couch out. They couldn't understand it. They had all gotten Big Purple Couch inside the apartment, why was it not leaving? 

Clearly, Big Purple couch had grown very attached to this apartment and was unhappy about departing. I can't blame it, it wasn't a bad place, aside from the crazy neighbors downstairs who blared their stereo so loudly that it shook the building every Saturday morning at 7am. If Boyfriend and I had the means, we would have just lived there. But, I digress...

Suddenly someone had the brilliant(?) idea to try to take the couch out side on the balcony and gently(?) lower it down to someone to "catch" it on the sidewalk, then the guys upstairs would sprint down to help lower it to the ground and load it in the truck. They all shared that look they give each other when they are about to do something that is equal parts suicidally insane and brilliant. So, without ropes or pulleys or equipment of any kind, proceeded to do just that. I wish I was joking. I do not have a picture of this happening, but to me watching from the street, it looked a little like this:

Boyfriend got to "catch" because he's the tallest.

Much to the relief of my already stressed-out-and-anxiety-riddled brain, this insane scheme actually worked quite beautifully. No one died. No one broke their neck. No one so much as even chipped a nail participating in this dangerous and not recommended feat of idiocy genius that Boyfriend and his/our friends are notorious for.

This scenario ended happily with minimal stress that moving yourself will allow. Moving is always a bitch. Moving 2 apartments in one day with dwindling help as the hours go on, is a bitch of a bitch. Add a small live animal and a stubborn self-aware piece of furniture...well, you get the idea. It was a long damn day.  But, Big Purple Couch, Boyfriend, Dusty, and I all lived comfortably in our new Brooklyn apartment full of movie watching and video game playing. Big Purple Couch was even there when Dusty eventually left us to join his brother and sister. Thanks, Big Purple Couch. Thanks for being a comfy warm safe space for Boyfriend and I to hold Dusty in his final hours on Earth. 
As I said, a loyal couch.

But then, a couple years later (after yet another move back to Queens) Big Purple Couch started to show its age and began to die. It came to a point where we had to discuss the inevitable need for a new couch. And Big Purple Couch was not pleased...

To Be Continued

It's 3AM. Do You Know Where Your Sanity is?

I'm writing. It's 3am and I'm writing because I don't know what else to do right now.  I can't sleep.

My dad was in town on business this week and took me and Boyfriend out to a nice dinner tonight. Last night. Whatever. It was delish and we got home at a reasonable time and I got in bed, ready to be fresh-faced and bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for an audition I have tomorrow. Today. Whatever.

But CLEARLY, our waiter, Kurt, had better plans. Maniacal plans. Evil waiter-y plans. I am willing to bet lots and lots of money that my so-called decaf cappuccino I requested for after dinner was, in fact, not decaf. Why else would I be awake right now?!?!

IFC

I am fighting every urge to play video games right now. It won't help. It'll just make me stay up later. 

*sigh* 

I'm going to go brew a pot of coffee.
 
Good night. Good morning. Whatever.

The Liebster Award

So, a lovely gal who reads my blog from across the pond nominated me for The Liebster Award. Thank you, Aimee Lewis, that is very sweet and much appreciated! I'm not gonna lie, I had to look up what it meant (and also since I'm slightly paranoid, I wanted to make sure it's really a thing.) It turns out, it is actually a thing. The Liebster Award comes from the German meaning for dearest or beloved, so I approve. 
So,

What is the Liebster Award?

The nominees for the award are bloggers who have fewer than 200 followers with the purpose of helping them reach a new audience and bond with their readers/other bloggers. 

I like it. I think it's a delightful tool. The challenge for me is living up to this lovely award and then the "pay if forward" aspect of the award. I follow lots of blogs, but I think they all have larger audiences than I do. (see the rules below)

The Rules:

-Nominees must link back to the blogger who awarded them. (Check)

-If nominated, write '11 Random Facts' about yourself. (elevensies check)
-Answer the 11 questions the person who nominated you wrote for you. (check-ish)

-Come up with 11 new questions to be answered by 11 new nominees. (Can't decide...brain explosion)

11 Random Facts About Me:

1. The first CD I ever bought was the Dangerous Minds soundtrack (I was super street, yo)  

2. I often make up songs about mundane stuff I'm doing and sing them around the house

3. I have a special dance for everything (it's generally the same booty-shake dance with different names of whatever was special enough to garner a dance at the time)

4. I wished I was a boy for most of my childhood. I didn't like girls and I didn't like being a girl for many many years. To this day, my number of male friends greatly outweighs my number of female friends. I think because of this, I have a really hard time making/keeping female friends even though I really love female companionship.

5.Sometimes I can almost literally hear my PS3 whispering to me to play video games. Shhh. I'll be right back.

6.I am super addicted to The Sims games. It's bad, you guys. Full blown addiction. (see above)

7. If it were socially acceptable to only wear pajamas forever, I would.
 

8. Boyfriend claims that I drink more water than anyone else on the planet. I think he is silly. (BRB I gotta go pee.)

9.I own a ridiculous amount of stuffed animals/toys for someone pushing 30 with no children.

10.I love coffee.

11. I'm the oldest of 4 children and I love my siblings more than they know. I don't tell them enough.

My answers to Aimee's questions:

1) If you could interview anyone in the world who would it be? 
 Jenny Lawson, AKA The Bloggess. I have had the amazing pleasure of meeting her and it was a life-changing 5 minutes. But I would actually like to sit down and ask her questions when I'm not crying and spazzing out.

2) If you won the lottery what would you do with your life?
Probably a lot of what I'm doing now: not having a full-time day job, writing, playing video games, and attempting to get my acting career off the ground. Except I'd have disposable lottery money and live far more comfortably than I do now.

3) What do you dream about in your sleep the most?
Lately, there has been no rhyme or reason to my dreams. They've ranged from heists to going back to school. Very strange. 

4) What are you scared of?
Oh, lots of things. Mostly, large groups of strangers, flying, elevators, birds, squirrels. You know, normal stuff. 

5) What is the song of your life?
This is an ever-changing soundtrack. For a while it was anything by Jonathan Coulton, but lately, it's been anything by Florence and the Machine. 

6) What was your first ambition in life?
I think my very first ambition in life was to be a veterinarian. When my parents made it clear that to be a vet you needed really good science and math skills and those were skills I did not posses, I realized I wanted to be a performer and/or a writer.
 

7) If you could snog one celeb, marry another, and lock away another who would they be?
LOL. I love this question and I'm stealing it. Leave it to the Brits to class up the awful Yank version of this question (Marry, Fuck, Kill.) I love the word "snog" love it, love it, love it.   Anywho...
Snog: Nathan Fillion
Marry: David Tennant (I don't really need to explain why, do I?)
Lock away: The Kardashians ALL. OF. THEM. 

8) Which celebrity reality show would you go on if you were famous?
Either DWTS if only to get in better shape, and because I really enjoy dancing, or Celebrity Fear Factor, which isn't on anymore, but as celebrities, they don't make you eat anything gross.

9) What do you eat for breakfast?
I'm not a huge breakfast person. Since high school I've had trouble eating first thing in the morning. If I eat too soon after waking up, I'll throw up immediately. If I do eat breakfast, it's usual scrambled eggs or a protein bar.

10) What is your favourite book?
This is like asking me to choose my favorite child, but one of my all-time favorite books is The Secret Life of Bees.  

11) The worst advice you've ever been given?
I've been given some really awful advice in my life, usually I completely ignore it and thus forget about it. The worst advice I've ever been given that I followed was to avoid taking background acting jobs lest I end up a "profession extra" and not have much of a successful career.  This is just nonsense and I'm mad at myself for believing it for so many years. This was probably said to me under the assumption that I wanted to be famous. I don't. I have no desire for massive fame. I just want to make a living, which is do-able as a union background actor. In the last 3 months I've had more paying acting jobs as a background actor than I have in the past 3 years. Every career is different and everyone takes a unique path to obtain whatever level of success they end up with. Especially in this quickly and ever-evolving entertainment landscape, there is no road map to success. Your success is whatever you make it.

  

My nominees: 
This Must Be The Place 
Down the Rabbit Hole
Keeping it Trashy in the Bible Belt
Tristachio 
I Thought You Were Shorter
Smile Big and Pretty 
Pink Nightmare
Lincoln bLogs
Good News For People Who Love Bad News
The Fashionable Gamer (even though I just realized she's already been nominated, I don't care because I love her blog; it's adorable)
(And in a shocking turn of nepotism) Jarrett Writes

My Questions for you:
1) What was/is your favorite shirt you've ever worn?
2) If you found a mysterious briefcase full of money, what would you do?

3) Would you rather have your entire sexual history reenacted by the animatronics in Disney's Pirates of the Caribbean ride, or have all the characters of your sexual history released by the Franklin Mint as a commemorative chess set?
4) Celebrity you would Snog, Marry, Banish to a Remote Island, Accompany to an Amusement Park, Create a Revolutionary Movement With?

5) Favorite game? (video game, board game, dice game, made-up game, etc)

6) Who would you want to portray you in your biopic movie?

7) If you could be any video game character (or if you're not a gamer, any fictional character) who would you be and why?

8) What's your worst distraction when you're trying to write?

9) What is the origin of your name? (Real name or blogger name)

10) What's the most recent book you read/are reading currently?

11)  What is your favorite season?

Whew. That was a doozy of a blog post. Thanks again to Aimee for the compliment of the nomination and kindly kicking me in the butt and getting me to write a post.

Little Big Vroooomeh: A Game Review

I pre-ordered LittleBigPlanet Karting back in October 2011 and was out of town on its release date in November, so Boyfriend was kind enough to go pick it up for me. As payment for his kindness of walking down the street and getting my game for me, I gave him permission to play it while I was away. While talking on the phone throughout the week I was away, it was clear that Boyfriend was enjoying playing it, but I could tell he wasn't quite as excited about it as we have been with other games.

Eventually, I did get to play for myself. LBPK is pretty much exactly what you would expect if you are a fan of the previous 2 titles in the franchise. The sack boys are just as cute with fun new costumes available, the karts are fully customizable, and the unlock-able stickers and goodies are just as tricky to find and obtain, except now with the added challenge of racing/winning. The race courses are challenging and creative, the music is happy and fun, and the design is true to the LBP world. The storyline even picks up right where LBP2 left off, except now you have to race against the evil Hoarde to prevent them from, well, hoarding everything in the Craftverse. Also, much like its predecessors, some of the best things in Karting are the user-made levels online. Overall, the game is fun and adorable.

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All of this being said, after playing through it, I'm not as super excited about this game as I want to be. I can't really find anything "wrong" with it other than the frustratingly vast difference between the "Casual" (easy) and "normal" modes of the game, and that some of the non-racing levels were repetitive and frustrating- so much so that you almost need to use multi-player to beat certain levels.  Perhaps my expectations were so high for this game that I was bound to be a little disappointed even if the game were made of gold-encrusted diamonds and shat out of a Unicorn. (Well, that would be pretty neat-o-rific.) Or, perhaps I've just *gasp* out-grown racing games.

This review post has been a long time coming. I've owned this game for over 2 months and while some holidays got in the way, I really have to be honest in saying that I procrastinated writing and posting this review. I did this mostly because I was so bummed that I didn't like this game more. The first two games set the bar so unbelievably high that no racing game could possibly live up to the expectations. I feel a little guilty being so brutally honest because I love Sackboy and LBP so much. But, in all honesty, it did not and could not live up to expectations. As a stand-alone game, it's delightful and fun and happy, but it is most definitely the weakest game of the the 3 LBP games. It just isn't a game I could sit and play for hours like other games I own. It's not ground-breaking as far as LBP or racing games go, but I am glad that it is part of my collection. I must say that I enjoyed LBP2 much more than this game and I could have lived without pre-ordering it too. (Sadly, it looks like I am not alone in my lukewarm feelings about Sackboy's latest adventure.)


On my patented scale, I give LittleBigPlanet Karting 3.5 out of 5 Sackboys. It's a fun party game with friends. For about an hour or two. 

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Memory Lane Monday: It's Still Monday, right?

Hi.
Remember Memory Lane Monday? Remember when it used to actually be posted on Monday? Me neither.

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I'm stuck in some sort of calendar vortex right now, or at least that's what being awake for nearly 36 hours with 1 hour of sleep will make you feel like. I'm not 100% sure what day it actually is right now. Lemme splain:

I had the good fortune to book acting gigs on 2 consecutive days this week- something that has never happened for me before. Yay.  Gig #1 was on Monday and my call time (the time I had to be there) was 12:30pm, which is a very late call for a Monday shoot. I was playing an upscale charity auction attendee on the show Person of Interest. After I arrived at Holding (the place where everyone who doesn't have a trailer waits until they're needed on set) got checked in, got my hair and makeup done, got into costume, and then I waited. And waited. I waited for 8 hours until I was called to set. 8. Hours. This is not uncommon. Seriously.  Anyone who thinks working in production is glamorous and super fun 100% of the time, is silly. Working on TV or film is mostly a process of hurry up and wait, then do some stuff, then redo it, redo it again, stop, wait, wait, wait, redo it again, stop, go wait, etc. All day. But I love it...most of the time. 

Luckily, my friend Lincoln was also cast in this episode and so we got to hang out all day when one or both of us weren't on set. Yay! We read, listened to podcasts, and mostly just shot the shit, which was nice. We also got silly and took an "awkward prom photo" in our costumes.

Copyright Jessica Ayers

But, the best part of the shoot was during the climax of the particular scene we were in, I got to sit next to Jim Caviezel. JESUS. I got to sit next to Jesus* you guys!!! This was awesome for a couple of reasons:
1) I was sitting next to Jim Caviezel who is a very impressive presence and actor, and B) It most likely means that my awesome face was on camera and will be coming to a television screen near you sometime this fall. This experience alone made the whole day worth it.

Now, I come to the down side of production work, aside from all that waiting. I didn't get home until 1am and I had a call time for my second shoot at 6:30am. So on top of getting home at 1am, I had to shower all the shellac off of me that the makeup and hair departments sprayed on me plus I had to get my wardrobe/costume stuff together for the second shoot. Needless to say, I slept for approximately 1 hour before I had to wake up and go downtown to do it all over again for gig #2. 

Bright and early Tuesday morning, I worked on an episode of a new police drama entitled  Golden Boy. I don't know much about the show even though I have now worked on it twice. I do know that the crew is a wonderful group of people who are fun to work with and I'd like to work on the show again. Even so, Tuesday morning was rough. As soon as I was all checked in, in costume and given my prop, I had to go to set. No time for breakfast or coffee.  Boo. Also, we were shooting outside and it was a disaster scene taking place in late summer. No coats, and lots of running. Oh, yeah, and it was 40 degrees outside and most of the women were in heels or boots. Joy. The wardrobe department was kind enough to provide everyone with hand, toe, and body warmers, but the warmers don't do much when you're only wearing linen and standing in the shade on a cold clear morning in the middle of winter near the river. Brr.  It was so cold, I thought I'd never be warm again.

Tuesday was a looooong day to say the least. We did finally get to eat after 7 hours of shooting, but not before I felt like my entire body weighed 1000 pounds and I had the sensation that I was sinking into the slowest moving whirlpool ever. Sleep deprivation is a bitch, you guys.  On the plus side, Chi McBride was very generous and bought everyone really good coffee. That man is a class act.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I got to go home. I was home by 5:30pm and made it my goal to stay awake until at least 8:30pm so that my sleep schedule wouldn't be thrown off any more than it already was. I decided to play video games to keep my mind engaged enough to stay awake. After playing games for what felt like hours, I looked at the clock. It was 6:45pm. My head almost exploded.  I lasted another 30 minutes before I couldn't take it anymore and my body screamed at me to go to bed.  You know you are sleep deprived when even your favorite video games can't make you stay awake.

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It is currently 9:30pm. I've been awake for 7-ish hours today. I think. It's like the strangest hangover ever.  And that's why Wednesday is the new Monday.



*I've never actually seen The Passion of the Christ. But Jesus, you guys. JE. SUS.