Rule 14: No, Seriously, How Many Times Do We Have To Tell You, Do Not Mess With The Goddamn Fixtures
Did I mention my cat got in a fight with a tom the other day? She's getting rowdy in her old age. Fifteen years old and she's finally got the balls to prowl. Anyway she has a big lump on her back but she isn't limping anymore and I just found a decapitated mouse on my kitchen floor so I guess she's okay. The antibiotics are a bitch to grind up and put in her food, though - the crumbs get everywhere, I'm paranoid that I am eating kitty antibiotics every time I make a sandwich.
Today was the induction at Q Casting. I don't remember if I posted at all about that here, so a quick run down: my srs bzns acting is behind my writing and my music on the priority list, but being an extra sounded like fun (also like money, but given the sporadic nature of the industry, mostly fun). So I basically googled Sydney agencies and found a whole bucketful of dodgy websites that either a) hadn't been updated since 1993, b) failed to advertise large up-front fees or c) (and this was an odd one) had very organised LOOKING Talent category pages which, once clicked on, revealed the same two or three actor profiles, one spammed up with a couple of words repeated over and over through the entire profile. But I also found a forum where actors were chitchatting and one recommended Q, so I decided to have a go. They seemed pretty professional and non-dodgy when I came in for an interview, so I joined up. [/summed]
So anyway, the induction: during which everyone they signed on in the last month shows up to sign forms and be photographed by a campy European dude called Fabian and get the two-hour talk on How Not To Piss Off Everybody Else On Set By Being A Noob. This included useful information about what all that tape on the floor means, and why you shouldn't mess with your hair lest tiny blonde women who've been up since four in the morning with a curling iron go for your throat. Also a crash course on what's in a camera, how things get synced up and what in the world a Grip actually does. (My favourite department is the lighting department because the dude in charge of it is called a Gaffer, his assistant is called a Best Boy and the rest are called Sparkies. I cannot decide if that sounds more like an 80's rock band or a superhero team.) And the rest of the two hours was taken up by hilarious industry anecdotes from the head guy, who's apparently been in the industry for like two decades as everything from Focus Puller to Producer. Also we were warned to come in for a new photo if we did anything drastic to our hair, lest somebody request a blonde and then call the agency up on the day going "so about this chick with the orange hair you sent us!?" (true story, I am told).
In other news: somebody on zombie_survival dug up Death and Suffrage for me - you should all read it, it is a beautiful story. I first came across it in F&SF magazine some years ago, when my library had a few issues lying around. Or maybe it was one of the old ones they were selling for a dollar to save space, I don't remember. If it was that I've lost the issue, so it was great to be able to read it again - it wasn't anywhere on the internet back when I first looked.
And that's a wrap! (mmm... I want a wrap.) (THERE IS NO CHEEEESE IN MY HOOOOUSE.) (I tell a lie, we have crappy shredded mozarella and an inexplicable THREE boxes of squishy camembert, which I am all for but which you CANNOT MELT ON TOOOOAST.)
Today was the induction at Q Casting. I don't remember if I posted at all about that here, so a quick run down: my srs bzns acting is behind my writing and my music on the priority list, but being an extra sounded like fun (also like money, but given the sporadic nature of the industry, mostly fun). So I basically googled Sydney agencies and found a whole bucketful of dodgy websites that either a) hadn't been updated since 1993, b) failed to advertise large up-front fees or c) (and this was an odd one) had very organised LOOKING Talent category pages which, once clicked on, revealed the same two or three actor profiles, one spammed up with a couple of words repeated over and over through the entire profile. But I also found a forum where actors were chitchatting and one recommended Q, so I decided to have a go. They seemed pretty professional and non-dodgy when I came in for an interview, so I joined up. [/summed]
So anyway, the induction: during which everyone they signed on in the last month shows up to sign forms and be photographed by a campy European dude called Fabian and get the two-hour talk on How Not To Piss Off Everybody Else On Set By Being A Noob. This included useful information about what all that tape on the floor means, and why you shouldn't mess with your hair lest tiny blonde women who've been up since four in the morning with a curling iron go for your throat. Also a crash course on what's in a camera, how things get synced up and what in the world a Grip actually does. (My favourite department is the lighting department because the dude in charge of it is called a Gaffer, his assistant is called a Best Boy and the rest are called Sparkies. I cannot decide if that sounds more like an 80's rock band or a superhero team.) And the rest of the two hours was taken up by hilarious industry anecdotes from the head guy, who's apparently been in the industry for like two decades as everything from Focus Puller to Producer. Also we were warned to come in for a new photo if we did anything drastic to our hair, lest somebody request a blonde and then call the agency up on the day going "so about this chick with the orange hair you sent us!?" (true story, I am told).
In other news: somebody on zombie_survival dug up Death and Suffrage for me - you should all read it, it is a beautiful story. I first came across it in F&SF magazine some years ago, when my library had a few issues lying around. Or maybe it was one of the old ones they were selling for a dollar to save space, I don't remember. If it was that I've lost the issue, so it was great to be able to read it again - it wasn't anywhere on the internet back when I first looked.
And that's a wrap! (mmm... I want a wrap.) (THERE IS NO CHEEEESE IN MY HOOOOUSE.) (I tell a lie, we have crappy shredded mozarella and an inexplicable THREE boxes of squishy camembert, which I am all for but which you CANNOT MELT ON TOOOOAST.)