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Friday, January 15, 2010

Fishy

Here it is:


Thursday, January 14, 2010

Third Person Thursday

At the end of September, she had to make a fish face for a casting.

She hates wasting her time by going to castings in which she is not qualified to participate. She carefully checks over the specifics: age? weight? role? product? (Once she waited at an audition for almost 2 hours only to find that she had to eat something that she was allergic to-infuriating!). She won't attend tobacco, alcohol or gambling auditions, and is also restricted by some of her allergies (cats are out).

She read the casting email and went straight to the bathroom to practice her fishface in the mirror. She thought it was doable, pretty good. She actually practiced a bunch because it didn't come easily to her mouth. She thought she qualified though, and committed to going.

When she got to the casting there were a billion people there from age 4 to 82. She sat down to wait for her number and started practicing her fishface. Another woman waiting to go in as well, laughed at her. She didn't find that funny, she said: "I have to practice. The fishface doesn't come naturally to me," and then she went on practicing.

It was time. She went in. She knew the photographer from the 3 generation photoshoot she did a few years back. He was super patient with her as she tried to get the perfect fish face. She struck her pose, which also involved wonky eyes for her, for some reason (she couldn't achieve it smiling), and he would give direction: "Open your lips more. Now squeeze, ok and open!"

She had a difficult time. She suggested having a mirror near the lens so that the model could see what the photographer was talking about! It's very hard to make an adjustment without looking. She started thinking outloud and realized that nobody cared and there were tons of people waiting, so she threw up her hands and started walking out.

He grabbed her by the waist and encouraged her to try a few more. OKAY! She tried just a few more and then gave up. She walked to the bathroom reflecting on what a waste of time that was, and that it was for the best because she grinds her teeth all night, every night and just those few fishfaces were a little stressing to her muscles, and she didn't think she could tolerate an ENTIRE photoshoot of that face.

Cut to the first week of November.

"Hi, this is the producer of the fishface casting you went on. We want to use an image from the casting for our campaign."

Ha!
What?
Are you kidding me?
I was terrible.

"You didn't have the BEST fishface of the 500 fishfaces we shot, but it was the cutest."

Ha!
What?
Are you kidding me?

And so. There it is. She practiced, she did her best, she got the job, and she didn't have to go through the potentially tedious photoshoot that a fishface photo would require.

Negotiations between client and agent went on for about a week and then seemed to fizzle out, so by the time the holidays and the broken foot came around, she thought; "oh well, I guess that's that, they went a different direction." She was disappointed.

Suddenly, anonymous blogger spy extraordinaire commented last week:

"is that you in the tuna fish coupon insert in this month good housekeeping?"

What? At first she was angry, because she was pretty certain it was her, and to her knowledge, a deal had never gone through...but after some help from super-anonymous-spy-blogger and her cousin through facebook, she saw that YES! It was her, and her agent was able to confirm the contract, which apparently got lost in the HOLIDAZE.



Wednesday, January 13, 2010

23 Months.

23 Months.

That's how long it's been since I have shot a commercial. That's my longest stretch since I started working in the commercial industry about 4 years ago.

At the end of February 2008 I shot two commercials in one week. One was for Visine and the other for Huggies. The next week I hit my head and started another journey completely.

I recovered for a few months, and then I started auditioning again. After I didn't book for a while, I cut my hair because I thought the long hair wasn't working. Then the recession hit. Auditions became pretty sparse. I made as many as I could and in 2009 I saw a high callback rate. I got put on hold a lot. I didn't book one commercial in 2009.

Before I broke my foot I thought; "This is my last chance, these are the last few weeks of the year, I could still do this! I could book something!" The broken foot was a bigger blow because I hadn't met my personal quota for the year, and the opportunities were cut short.

I am happy to report, the streak is over. Last week's audition made way for yesterday's callback and Friday's shoot! I booked it!

I was in the room for quite a while, and the director even rose out of her chair-always a good sign! I felt really great when I left, so hours later when the phone rang and it was my agent on the line---I didn't even let him get the words out, I just screamed! I knew it! I knew it! AAAAAAH! The product is new I think, so it will be fun to see what the commercial is like!

The tankini I wore for the audition I have worn for two other jobs, so it is now my lucky tankini.

To book a commercial in January is so great because I have all year to earn enough to qualify for the BEST INSURANCE ON THE PLANET. And we all know, if anyone needs the best insurance on the planet, it's ME.


#5



I'm busy finishing 2009 chores (photo organization, video-editing, cleaning out the hard-drive), staring at my dirty house wondering why it doesn't clean itself, trying to make my food supply STRETCH until Friday, fantasizing about new electronics like a camera, wii fit, karaoke system, waiting for my yarn and crochet hook to arrive, stressing about the 4 events I have on Saturday and yet that dirty house situation, and my pasty tankini callback I have later today.

So, I'm not blogging.

BUT. I gotta get that Kate girl off the top of the blog. So, here is a pic of Phoebe from last week when she was her bravest yet as I yanked out tooth #5.


Monday, January 11, 2010

Hair Attack.


I saw this cover at Barnes and Noble and gasped!

Nevermind the expense of time and money of these extensions, this woman and her hair!

I have not followed the story very closely, nor do I want to talk badly about this woman, so I will just talk about her hair.

I have experienced the same as she: very short hair to super-long, and believe me--nothing about it is a picnic. In order for it to look good, it takes hours to blow it out and style it.

And the whole time, you smell like someone else's hair. And that is disgusting.

Couldn't they have at least matched the extensions to her dye? I am so confused.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Participation

I am so sad that I will have to miss today's Improv Everywhere No Pants Subway Ride.

At 3 pm today I will be teaching seminary to 4 or 5 teenagers in the warmth and cozy comfort of my condo, but I will wistfully wish I was on the N train beholding the de-pantsing of many a brave New Yorker.

If I could, I would:



Aren't my bloomers cute? I love a good, stylish underpinning.

Saturday, January 09, 2010