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Well, my stint with Red Light Runners has come to an end, last night was my final take on the set even tho filming officially wraps up tomorrow. It's strange when a job is over, such a bittersweet goodbye each time. Most of the people I have spent every day with and gotten to know will vanish out of my life for several months, maybe longer, until we chance to meet somewhere or the premiere rolls around. It happens enough that one has to be slightly guarded when choosing who to get close to, determine the probabilities of how likely it is I will earnestly stay in touch with those I get to know personally through the duration. The majority of those I have worked with I can consider a friend, and I know were I to see any of them out and about they would receive me favourably, no matter what length of time or distance has set us apart. It's just funny to think about what I go through with my peers, how intense things can get during scenes, and that we're all able to just walk away from it at the end of a day. Well, mostly walk away- there is one person offhand that I didn't, and could not, leave in my past of on-screen conflicts and kisses.
Naomie Harris and I keep in touch on the phone and with outings when we can, Chris Eccleston drops me a grouped e-mail from time to time, Colin Firth always rings me up for drinks when he's around with some free time, I have a collection of wacky postcards Elaine Cassidy sends me and I always find something equally nuts to post her back, Fiona Shaw and I plan to meet up in Cork over the Christmas holidays- I could go on, but I guess that isn't really the point I'm leading up to. Since I came to LiveJournal there are a handful of people I have had the honour of working with and befriending who are right under my nose, and somehow I still manage not to speak to them as often as I could. So, this is my way of saying hello and extending apologies to a couple of them, namely the girl I groped in soundstage alleyways during my role as Pieter, and the man who could always manage to rustle up impromptu rugby teams for us on the set of Intermission. If there is anyone else whom I have been negligent about keeping up with, or we're simply not running into one another on-line as often as we should, don't hesitate to give me a prod. ;-)
In addition to that, sometimes I'm not quick on the comments and may lack a response to any given post on my Friends page, but please don't hold it against me there- it's only because I can't come up with anything clever to say, haha. Most often I'm timid simply because I am not familiar enough with you to randomly comment on the issues in your life. I would really like to change that, and get to know you all a bit better, and I realize that the key does somewhat lie in public messenger chats. As for those, I love being invited and listening in, but unfortunately after a few minutes a busy chat room wrestles for dominance over my computer's processor and whatever other windows I might have open. Anything affiliated with AOL tends to cause havoc on my Macintosh, I think it's trying to tell me something, haha.
My new icons are a tribute to Kate, the little discussion we had about disguises, and to commemorate her surprise when she met me for lunch today to see that indeed I took her advice and cut my hair, haha. It was one of those impulse decisions, made during my early morning jog as I stopped for a breather and caught my own reflection in a frost edged, rain water stained window nearby. Not only did I glance my mirrored image, but I found myself staring at it, studying like one does when sizing up a stranger. It's a season of changes, in the foliage and climate around me and within myself- altering my appearance is only mild affirmation of that right now. Shedding summer clothes and long locks serve as a reminder that yesterday's mistakes don't need to be carried on into tomorrow, that I should be adapting to my choices and circumstances instead of dueling with them at every corner. I want to find my clarity again, relocate that center of gravity that I have let myself teeter from too easily, and to welcome winter with a genuinely renewed smile and sense of balance.
Naomie Harris and I keep in touch on the phone and with outings when we can, Chris Eccleston drops me a grouped e-mail from time to time, Colin Firth always rings me up for drinks when he's around with some free time, I have a collection of wacky postcards Elaine Cassidy sends me and I always find something equally nuts to post her back, Fiona Shaw and I plan to meet up in Cork over the Christmas holidays- I could go on, but I guess that isn't really the point I'm leading up to. Since I came to LiveJournal there are a handful of people I have had the honour of working with and befriending who are right under my nose, and somehow I still manage not to speak to them as often as I could. So, this is my way of saying hello and extending apologies to a couple of them, namely the girl I groped in soundstage alleyways during my role as Pieter, and the man who could always manage to rustle up impromptu rugby teams for us on the set of Intermission. If there is anyone else whom I have been negligent about keeping up with, or we're simply not running into one another on-line as often as we should, don't hesitate to give me a prod. ;-)
In addition to that, sometimes I'm not quick on the comments and may lack a response to any given post on my Friends page, but please don't hold it against me there- it's only because I can't come up with anything clever to say, haha. Most often I'm timid simply because I am not familiar enough with you to randomly comment on the issues in your life. I would really like to change that, and get to know you all a bit better, and I realize that the key does somewhat lie in public messenger chats. As for those, I love being invited and listening in, but unfortunately after a few minutes a busy chat room wrestles for dominance over my computer's processor and whatever other windows I might have open. Anything affiliated with AOL tends to cause havoc on my Macintosh, I think it's trying to tell me something, haha.
My new icons are a tribute to Kate, the little discussion we had about disguises, and to commemorate her surprise when she met me for lunch today to see that indeed I took her advice and cut my hair, haha. It was one of those impulse decisions, made during my early morning jog as I stopped for a breather and caught my own reflection in a frost edged, rain water stained window nearby. Not only did I glance my mirrored image, but I found myself staring at it, studying like one does when sizing up a stranger. It's a season of changes, in the foliage and climate around me and within myself- altering my appearance is only mild affirmation of that right now. Shedding summer clothes and long locks serve as a reminder that yesterday's mistakes don't need to be carried on into tomorrow, that I should be adapting to my choices and circumstances instead of dueling with them at every corner. I want to find my clarity again, relocate that center of gravity that I have let myself teeter from too easily, and to welcome winter with a genuinely renewed smile and sense of balance.