Tuesday, August 6, 2013
I'm not sure anyone is reading this blog.
That's okay. It really is.
I'm a writer. I enjoy writing.
If someone else enjoys my writing, well then, that's an added bonus.
HATERS GONNA HATE
I wish I could say all my experiences have been positive.
And...if I'm going to keep it reel ( I know. It's a horrible pun. mea culpa mea culpa) I guess I should say that some not-so-good things have happened as a result of all my recent acting opportunities.
It's life though. Right. And, as we all know, shit happens...sometimes when you least expect it...sometimes from sources you'd least expect...but shit sucks no matter where or who or why...it's why they called it shit and not puppies and gumdrops.
Yeah. Haters are going to hate.
As a friend of several years told me, when I talked about what was going on and how some folks were reacting to my current situation, FUCK 'EM!' he said.
Well. There's no use rewarding these people. Am I right? Or am...I...
that was just plain awkward.
I have spent the last three and a half years in pain...suffering from chronic migraines and neck pain...blurred vision...tremors...I've undergone so many MRI's I've lost track...swallowed so many pills I've lost track...I've had major back surgery (and for the record-I'm probably looking at another go under the knife with an even longer rehabilitation time) in the not-so distant future...right now the sciatic pain in my right leg feels like someone is digging into me with a crochet needle.
I have struggled to keep my small company going despite pain every day...let me say that again for those of you in the cheap seats who don't understand...EVERY DAY...
I struggled to stay positive...sane..during all this time...
My point? Well...I'm just saying I think I've paid my dues...if anyone deserves some good things...I mean...
HELLO?!
Can't I just enjoy this time without petty jealousy and bullshit? Seriously.
Maybe that's the world I'm getting myself involved in though...who knows? Dog-eat-dog. Throw you under the bus. Every man for himself. Damn the torpedoes.
Well. Okay. Maybe not damn the torpedoes.
Sadly the answer to the question of 'Is this what I should prepare myself for?' is more than likely 'yes.' Sad. I'm truly disappointed. People...friends... I thought would be happy for me...happy for the good things...fuck...I'll stop now.
There are more people who are cheering me on and happy for me. And for those people, I am grateful.
Blessed and grateful.
I'm also really tired of the passive-aggressive comments about the fact that I'm trying to promote myself.
Well shit!
Like the man said...'If you don't tell people who you are and what you do..how are they going to know you exist?'
(Not sure who the man is...but he said it and it's true dammit!)
It's a lesson I learned at VCU as an art student and as a professional out in the real world. Send out 25,000 postcards with your artwork...or a CD of your music...or your headshot and resume...and be prepared to hear from only one person...or no one at all. Tough lesson to learn. Tough like weathered leather. Tommy Lee Jones wrinkled forehead tough.
My skin is plenty tough... or at least...it's in the process of toughening.
I don't have an agent. I AM MY OWN AGENT.
I am pounding the pavement-literally and figuratively to try and find work. I just drove 2 and half hours for an 11 minute audition. Crazy? Probably. It's the name of the game, Chuck, so get over yourself!
Seriously. Wake up.
I don't know one actor who doesn't promote themselves. You have to!
And yes. I am an actor. Get over it. I'm working, getting paid and promoting myself to continue to get work. I'm sorry if you don't like it.
I'm going to create a page on Facebook with news and photos from my experiences. I might tell stories when someone asks me what's new.
Just keep doing what you're doing...walk away and tune me out.
Like the other guy said...'If you don't like the show you're watching...turn the channel.'
(The two guys may be related. I'll have to do better research)
Stop trolling my Facebook page.
Trolling. Such an appropriate word.
Seriously...If I bother you THAT MUCH...stop looking at my stuff. Turn the channel, people.
Life is too short. It's just too fucking short.
I am good at what I do. I give 120% in everything I do.
I am a good person. I have passion. I have talent. I have faith in myself...I believe in myself. And trust me...that's not always been the case.
I am having better days...and I find myself in a better place.
If you can't see that..if you can't be happy for me...well...then...
Anyway...
Keeping it reel and struggling to keep positive and move forward.
Thanks for listening. Whoever you are.
Just so this doesn't end on a complete bummer of a note...
Here you go! Enjoy!
A man is in a hotel lobby. He wants to ask the clerk a question. As he turns to go to the front desk, he accidentally bumps into a woman beside him and as he does, his elbow goes into her breast. They are both startled and he says, "Ma'am, if your heart is as soft as your breast, I know you'll forgive me." She replies, "if your penis is as hard as your elbow, I'm in room 1221."
keeping it reel
copyright 2o13
I'm not sure anyone is reading this blog.
That's okay. It really is.
I'm a writer. I enjoy writing.
If someone else enjoys my writing, well then, that's an added bonus.
HATERS GONNA HATE
I wish I could say all my experiences have been positive.
And...if I'm going to keep it reel ( I know. It's a horrible pun. mea culpa mea culpa) I guess I should say that some not-so-good things have happened as a result of all my recent acting opportunities.
It's life though. Right. And, as we all know, shit happens...sometimes when you least expect it...sometimes from sources you'd least expect...but shit sucks no matter where or who or why...it's why they called it shit and not puppies and gumdrops.
Yeah. Haters are going to hate.
As a friend of several years told me, when I talked about what was going on and how some folks were reacting to my current situation, FUCK 'EM!' he said.
Well. There's no use rewarding these people. Am I right? Or am...I...
that was just plain awkward.
I have spent the last three and a half years in pain...suffering from chronic migraines and neck pain...blurred vision...tremors...I've undergone so many MRI's I've lost track...swallowed so many pills I've lost track...I've had major back surgery (and for the record-I'm probably looking at another go under the knife with an even longer rehabilitation time) in the not-so distant future...right now the sciatic pain in my right leg feels like someone is digging into me with a crochet needle.
I have struggled to keep my small company going despite pain every day...let me say that again for those of you in the cheap seats who don't understand...EVERY DAY...
I struggled to stay positive...sane..during all this time...
My point? Well...I'm just saying I think I've paid my dues...if anyone deserves some good things...I mean...
HELLO?!
Can't I just enjoy this time without petty jealousy and bullshit? Seriously.
Maybe that's the world I'm getting myself involved in though...who knows? Dog-eat-dog. Throw you under the bus. Every man for himself. Damn the torpedoes.
Well. Okay. Maybe not damn the torpedoes.
Sadly the answer to the question of 'Is this what I should prepare myself for?' is more than likely 'yes.' Sad. I'm truly disappointed. People...friends... I thought would be happy for me...happy for the good things...fuck...I'll stop now.
There are more people who are cheering me on and happy for me. And for those people, I am grateful.
Blessed and grateful.
I'm also really tired of the passive-aggressive comments about the fact that I'm trying to promote myself.
Well shit!
Like the man said...'If you don't tell people who you are and what you do..how are they going to know you exist?'
(Not sure who the man is...but he said it and it's true dammit!)
It's a lesson I learned at VCU as an art student and as a professional out in the real world. Send out 25,000 postcards with your artwork...or a CD of your music...or your headshot and resume...and be prepared to hear from only one person...or no one at all. Tough lesson to learn. Tough like weathered leather. Tommy Lee Jones wrinkled forehead tough.
My skin is plenty tough... or at least...it's in the process of toughening.
I don't have an agent. I AM MY OWN AGENT.
I am pounding the pavement-literally and figuratively to try and find work. I just drove 2 and half hours for an 11 minute audition. Crazy? Probably. It's the name of the game, Chuck, so get over yourself!
Seriously. Wake up.
I don't know one actor who doesn't promote themselves. You have to!
And yes. I am an actor. Get over it. I'm working, getting paid and promoting myself to continue to get work. I'm sorry if you don't like it.
I'm going to create a page on Facebook with news and photos from my experiences. I might tell stories when someone asks me what's new.
Just keep doing what you're doing...walk away and tune me out.
Like the other guy said...'If you don't like the show you're watching...turn the channel.'
(The two guys may be related. I'll have to do better research)
Stop trolling my Facebook page.
Trolling. Such an appropriate word.
Seriously...If I bother you THAT MUCH...stop looking at my stuff. Turn the channel, people.
Life is too short. It's just too fucking short.
I am good at what I do. I give 120% in everything I do.
I am a good person. I have passion. I have talent. I have faith in myself...I believe in myself. And trust me...that's not always been the case.
I am having better days...and I find myself in a better place.
If you can't see that..if you can't be happy for me...well...then...
Anyway...
Keeping it reel and struggling to keep positive and move forward.
Thanks for listening. Whoever you are.
Just so this doesn't end on a complete bummer of a note...
Here you go! Enjoy!
A man is in a hotel lobby. He wants to ask the clerk a question. As he turns to go to the front desk, he accidentally bumps into a woman beside him and as he does, his elbow goes into her breast. They are both startled and he says, "Ma'am, if your heart is as soft as your breast, I know you'll forgive me." She replies, "if your penis is as hard as your elbow, I'm in room 1221."
keeping it reel
copyright 2o13
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