Well I haven't posted in a long long time, but I just thought I'd drop a word into the ether.
Been pretty busy auditioning while looking for a new place to live. Finally finished a film that got swept under the rug in December, with the worlds worst director, I shit you not. No storyboards, no shot ideas for that matter, lense flares in every frame, no technique in handling talent, but I made a pact with the other actors that we would professionally complete the project rather than ditch it. Besides that, one of the crew really liked my work and wants me for a lead in her upcoming urban crime drama feature. Hopefully that'll pan out depending on funding. Things are getting back to normal on the circuit now that the writers strike is kaput, but the coming actors strike may dry the lake again.
Looks like I'll be rooming with my buddy Brett pretty soon. We're looking for some places in Jersey City and Astoria mostly, two areas we both agree we can dig. He's a cool writer from Detroit and he just sold a pilot to David Chase (of Soprano's fame) so he's got some bank to play around with.
The boys are kicking ass and chewing bubblegum, and they're all out of bubblegum. Merlyn lost some weight, but his appetite's back along with his energy, it was a tough winter for him, the climate was everywhere. Marduk is growing fast and has developed a taste for Mad Max films, they must remind him of the outback. He gave us all a big scare one night, we thought he'd escaped from his terrarium and we tore the apartment up looking for him, turns out he had just figured out a way to climb inside his fake wooden log in his terrarium, crafty little guy. Mandrake is still the ladies man, he's watching over Jen and Diane always, while being loved up constantly.
Jen and Momma D seem to be doing fine, slight flu, but all seems well with them. Jen has a new Flogging Molly fixation that worries me, but I'm sure it's just a phase.
For my 30th Birthday, a bunch of friends got me completely blitzed on absinthe (it's legal now!) We downed two bottles, I woke up the following morning totally fine and clear headed, my friend Kenny woke up with Saturday night wrist (yikes!) They've all been taking me to what is now my favorite hang out, the Lucky 13 Saloon in Park Slope. It's a straight up metalhead bar where we crank old school thrash, pound booze, watch go-go dancers, and screen weird Troma films on the giant tv. Every so often a group of yuppies will come in either to make fun of us or to see how the other half live, but they don't last too long after the bartenders embarrass them for not tipping.
I've also got someone special in my life now. She's a Dominican goddess, an NY native who's shown me a whole new side of town, a quieter more relaxed side with much calmer atmosphere. We're taking things slow for now, but she's a lot of fun and is quite the fashionista. She's been trying to teach me Spanish but I only seem to remember the dirty words, oh well.
On a sad note though, looks like this years Wrestlemania is gonna suck. The top face just got suspended for violating their wellness policy (will they ever learn?). So I guess the strap is not gonna change hands this time around. Oh and Flair's gonna retire.....again.
Beyond that everything's all cool in my world. Starting feel like the storm clouds are finally breaking and sunshine is beginning to pour through.