You know when people say, "Don't quit your dayjob"?
Well I did.
I quit my square job to work on a film, originally the independent feature "Nail Biter" which is a horror flick. So immediately after quitting my job, "Nail Biter" gets pushed back and I begin to freak out, because I do have bills to pay. I fight my way onto another movie "The Only Good Indian" which is the latest Kevin Wilmott "joint".
I have the most marvelous job. As Props Master, my job is to find and procure objects, which coincides nicely with my lifelong love of antique malls, thrift stores, junkyards and general rummaging.
In other news, I met Scott McCloud of "Understanding Comics" fame on my 27th birthday (a week ago tomorrow) and had him sign my personal copy of "Larrytown Laffs" the long-awaited comic book which I participated in.
In music news, I started recording music in my bedroom with my Mac and posting it on Myspace. The other night, Jon and I went down to Westport and "busked" for an hour and a half. We made $34 dollars, which is $8.00 an hour per person.
My hair is long and unruly and has interestingly been positively commented upon by black people in four unrelated situations. Why is this noteworthy, other than the sheer coincidence of it all? Because I am white and furthermore, from the suburbs, where we have defined black people as possessing some unattainable quality of which we lack and are envious. Also, Morgan Freeman.