Cheers...maybe

I'm here because I'm juicing...maybe. Typing this does prevent me from eating solid food, so perhaps I'm using you as a distraction...maybe. Pulling up the blog, I was stunned at the date on that last entry. So I'm feeling guilty about that...maybe. The subject of actors blogging came up at an audition today in a "not good" kind of way. So I was inspired to get back to work at it and make it good...maybe. I read an article about modeling and acting "school"/talent show scams cropping up more in Atlanta. So I got angry and wanted to add to the chorus singing, "Research this stuff before you sell the house and move the kids to Los Angeles so Sally can be an actor..." maybe.

Anyway, I'm here. And I recently shot something. So if you happen upon my blog, click on over and give it a watch. Then share it with your friends if you feel like it. Goodness knows they probably share worse with you. I'm looking at you Buzzfeeders and Find-Out-What-Tool-You-Are'ers (I got drill press, how about you?). So here's The Bureau, and here it is again on Funny or Die where you can even vote for something!

The last couple of years (wow) have been good. I've had a lot of different experiences in civilian and professional life that have been invaluable lessons. I lost a family member, my aunt, who took me to my first really professional theatrical production, which, I believe, was Pirates of Penzance. While I didn't ride down the river of musicals, I have actually performed in one. So cheers, Aunt Julie. Thanks for the affirmations hiding in the critiques. Couldn't have done it better myself.

Cheers also to Sarah Elizabeth Jones. If you have somehow managed to avoid reading about her, please do so now. Slates for Sarah on Facebook is a good place to start. She was a second assistant camera person killed on the set of a movie shooting in Georgia. I didn't know her personally, but the incident has set off a firestorm of emotion and awareness regarding safety on sets, and the need for everyone to take it upon themselves to look after each other. The story struck a real chord with me, but I'll spare you my diatribe. Others have already said it, so I leave it to them.