This Is Not A Democracy

My capacity for weird sleeping patterns impresses even me, sometimes. I went to bed at six am this morning, got up around seven in the evening (having been out of bed twice, if you include the time Elise phoned to ask why I wasn't at coffee) and have felt somewhat inclined to go back to bed for the past few hours. It's only four in the morning, now.

Maybe when I move to Vancouver I'll work a graveyard shift somewhere. I'm definitely more inclined towards the night. It's no wonder my boss calls me a Goth, really. And he hasn't even seen the novelty photo-shopped imaged of my glowing-red eyes and fangs.

On another note, Julie and I were talking about Boyan, earlier. We're a little puzzled and concerned that the last thing we know he was working on was filming over a year ago. I suppose there's a possibility that he's filming something now, but if it was that big a role, or that significant a project, it would have appeared on his IMDb by now.

Odd.

We're both still really looking forward to Within being released. The trailer looks better than we anticipated, although I'm a little bitter that I could probably act better than either of the girls. Not that I really think I'd ever get paid by anyone for acting. I mentioned to my dad that I thought I was too fat to be an actress (currently a British size sixteen.. with a size 12 waist) and he 'reassuringly' countered, "Oh, don't say that - you could be like Kathy Bates."

Um. Cheers, Daddy.

I do get curious, though, about what actors do on their non-filming periods, if they don't own half of LA. I know some bit-parters 'job' where they take every-day jobs, like temping, in between - but it's hard to imagine some of them doing that. I know that Joe May, who is one of the guys we plan to host on the Camera Obscura, does voice work. He's probably better at that than he is at acting on screen. It's not his fault. I just think that at some point someone told him to play to his strengths, and he's pretty with outrageous eyelashes, so ever since he's worked the puppy-eyes and little else.

Oh - and while I'm here, I wanted to formally thank Cliff Crego for giving me permission to use his poem on my LJ layout. I think it's a lovely and totally apt little poem, and I'm glad he said I could.

Still reading Jarhead. I got to the Troy part in the early hours of yesterday morning. Cried. No surprise there.

I really can't wait to go and see it again. Still no icon. Must fix that.