Now, *that's* more like it
Finally, a day that can be called beautiful. Nothing short of gorgeous, even. Perfect day for a drive into the city- the sunniest of blue-gold skies plus mix CD divided by pretty country roads. Then, a short but very aggressive trip across the 401; I had a good teacher for that, and the perfect soundtrack. (Don't worry Mum, perfectly safe, aggression is a very necessary skill set for Toronto drivers. No, really, it is.)
Usually I plan multiple tasks and errands around a Toronto day, but not this time. Nothing more than an afternoon with my pal Ed. A leisurely greasy spoon breakfast (waitress:"hey, long time no see!" Cameron: "yeah, I moved to Guelph.. but this is *so* worth the drive!"), a walk around Bloor West Village, lounging over tea in the garden, a walk to the grocery store. Much nattering. He's off to B.C. next week to work with his writing partner, and very shortly after that is away for five weeks on an acting gig. So I'm trying my best to talk him into getting his own damn LJ.
A seasonal first: today was the first day this year that I drove with the window open, my hair in the wind. Wonderful.
And I got home just in time to catch a call from Rob, which was a treat because we've been playing telephone tag since Saturday. He's working hard, playing hard, needed a nap. It was good to hear his voice. Good too that I'm not moping around without him.
So- Ed and I were talking today about the world of fandom. I was wondering what it must be like for an actor to find themselves on the kind of hit show that inspires conventions and usergroups and really lots of fanmail. Is it a Good Thing, or is it borderline psycho-weird? Imagine being Jeri Ryan, and having ooky fanboys drooling at close range, just f'r'instance.
Ed thinks it would be a pretty weird gig. I think he's right. Mind you, thw two of us are closet misanthropes: we both deal in entertaining people, but kind of at arm's length, you know? I've got a friend in town who actually was an actor on the kind of science-fiction telly show that has led to fanfic and so forth, so I should ask him if he's ever been a con guest, and what that was like... come to think of it, I'm just imagining the snort and eye-roll. Yeah, that sounds about right.
We were also talking about talent vs. crew, and general life on set. A film set is a small but intensely well-ordered army, fueled by strict protocol and buckets of coffee. (An small but amusing irony: Ed and I actually appear together in the imdb. The only film I refused to list on my busy resumé appears to be the only one in which I got an actual listing... the first one, and Ed was a guest star. Whatareyagonnado, eh?)
To listen to Ed, it's no picnic being a day player. I can tell you, it's not so much with the fun being a "daily" on crew, either. One of us is sitting all day in a holding area, the other is ironing shirts and Polaroiding extras.
Glamourous is not a word I would ever in a million years associate with film work; nothing could be further from the truth, in my experience anyway. But I did meet some really interesting people. And I made a lot of money. And I had something to do with myself whilst having no other life to speak of.
It wasn't the job for me. But knowing what you shouldn't do is a good thing, too. You know, "whatever doesn't kill me only makes me stronger"? Like that.
Usually I plan multiple tasks and errands around a Toronto day, but not this time. Nothing more than an afternoon with my pal Ed. A leisurely greasy spoon breakfast (waitress:"hey, long time no see!" Cameron: "yeah, I moved to Guelph.. but this is *so* worth the drive!"), a walk around Bloor West Village, lounging over tea in the garden, a walk to the grocery store. Much nattering. He's off to B.C. next week to work with his writing partner, and very shortly after that is away for five weeks on an acting gig. So I'm trying my best to talk him into getting his own damn LJ.
A seasonal first: today was the first day this year that I drove with the window open, my hair in the wind. Wonderful.
And I got home just in time to catch a call from Rob, which was a treat because we've been playing telephone tag since Saturday. He's working hard, playing hard, needed a nap. It was good to hear his voice. Good too that I'm not moping around without him.
So- Ed and I were talking today about the world of fandom. I was wondering what it must be like for an actor to find themselves on the kind of hit show that inspires conventions and usergroups and really lots of fanmail. Is it a Good Thing, or is it borderline psycho-weird? Imagine being Jeri Ryan, and having ooky fanboys drooling at close range, just f'r'instance.
Ed thinks it would be a pretty weird gig. I think he's right. Mind you, thw two of us are closet misanthropes: we both deal in entertaining people, but kind of at arm's length, you know? I've got a friend in town who actually was an actor on the kind of science-fiction telly show that has led to fanfic and so forth, so I should ask him if he's ever been a con guest, and what that was like... come to think of it, I'm just imagining the snort and eye-roll. Yeah, that sounds about right.
We were also talking about talent vs. crew, and general life on set. A film set is a small but intensely well-ordered army, fueled by strict protocol and buckets of coffee. (An small but amusing irony: Ed and I actually appear together in the imdb. The only film I refused to list on my busy resumé appears to be the only one in which I got an actual listing... the first one, and Ed was a guest star. Whatareyagonnado, eh?)
To listen to Ed, it's no picnic being a day player. I can tell you, it's not so much with the fun being a "daily" on crew, either. One of us is sitting all day in a holding area, the other is ironing shirts and Polaroiding extras.
Glamourous is not a word I would ever in a million years associate with film work; nothing could be further from the truth, in my experience anyway. But I did meet some really interesting people. And I made a lot of money. And I had something to do with myself whilst having no other life to speak of.
It wasn't the job for me. But knowing what you shouldn't do is a good thing, too. You know, "whatever doesn't kill me only makes me stronger"? Like that.