Oddities of the Day
Today has been an... interesting day. I had an audition for an Asian character and pretty much every Asian male between 25 and 45 was at the audition studio. After my audition was over, I was having a laugh with some of the guys and one of them said, "Man, it seems like they called in every Asian male in the industry today!" In a different room, there was an audition for a black female character. Upon hearing the comment about Asian males, one of the black actresses in the waiting room walked over to us and said, "Y'all're just hallucinating. They didn't call EVERY single one o'ya. Besides, that's not what they call ya anyway. 'Asian Males'. Huh!" She then turned around and left. We were all too shocked to say anything following her departure.
About 10 minutes ago, I was leaving Tim Horton's at Yonge and Davisville when I was approached by a man in his late thirties with a blonde goatee, a beat-up winter coat, worn winter boots, and a tuque. He was holding 2 Tim Horton's Cards in his hands and had a desperate tone as he spoke. "Hey! Hey, guy! Buddy! So, are ya going ta Tim Horton's or comin' from Tim Horton's?" I responded. "Oh, I'm coming from it." "Oh, well guy, see here? Yeah, here? I have dees two Tim Horton's Cards that I just got from a priest. And, see here? See? These receipts? They say 'January 24th, 2013', so dey're new. From today. Got them from a priest. So, do ya wanna buy one or both? 'Cause I need some money... I, uh, I need some money to buy smokes or something..." This man was at least honest, I'll give him that. I politely told him that I was not in need of a new Tim Horton's Card, thanked him, and wished him well in finding a buyer. He then proceeded to jump in front of the woman behind me and try again.
My leg muscles are refusing to work. See, my wife and I went to do a class at the gym yesterday called "Gentle Sculpt". Well, it turned out to be more like "Torture Sculpt" because the exercises were so painful that by the end of class, I was literally lying there on the ground unable to summon the strength to sit up. Today, my abs are killing me and my legs are refusing to let me raise them more than half a foot. If I try to push through their refusal, my legs start to spasm! Yikes! But, hey, guess what? I'm going back to that class next week! I must be a friggin' glutton for punishment! :D *Cries in a corner...*
About 10 minutes ago, I was leaving Tim Horton's at Yonge and Davisville when I was approached by a man in his late thirties with a blonde goatee, a beat-up winter coat, worn winter boots, and a tuque. He was holding 2 Tim Horton's Cards in his hands and had a desperate tone as he spoke. "Hey! Hey, guy! Buddy! So, are ya going ta Tim Horton's or comin' from Tim Horton's?" I responded. "Oh, I'm coming from it." "Oh, well guy, see here? Yeah, here? I have dees two Tim Horton's Cards that I just got from a priest. And, see here? See? These receipts? They say 'January 24th, 2013', so dey're new. From today. Got them from a priest. So, do ya wanna buy one or both? 'Cause I need some money... I, uh, I need some money to buy smokes or something..." This man was at least honest, I'll give him that. I politely told him that I was not in need of a new Tim Horton's Card, thanked him, and wished him well in finding a buyer. He then proceeded to jump in front of the woman behind me and try again.
My leg muscles are refusing to work. See, my wife and I went to do a class at the gym yesterday called "Gentle Sculpt". Well, it turned out to be more like "Torture Sculpt" because the exercises were so painful that by the end of class, I was literally lying there on the ground unable to summon the strength to sit up. Today, my abs are killing me and my legs are refusing to let me raise them more than half a foot. If I try to push through their refusal, my legs start to spasm! Yikes! But, hey, guess what? I'm going back to that class next week! I must be a friggin' glutton for punishment! :D *Cries in a corner...*