The Paperwork

Speechless

But at least I'm more spontaneous than the Presidential debates.



Wow. Who'd have thought it. I'm completely at a loss for words. I have no idea what to tell you today.


Remember when I said a few days ago that "Chris Noth is really, really good-looking, and I wonder why it's guys like David Caruso who make the jump, albeit short-lived, to the big screen"? Darin was cruising through the Internet Movie Database and discovered that David Caruso and Chris Noth are both in a movie that's coming out next year.


Lessee...in directing class today Nina took us through the do's and don't of a casting session by actually hosting a casting session involving actors from the theater school. Some good ones, some not so good ones.

Writers have it tough: we have to dream up a world, create characters and convince the reader that they're real flesh-and-blood people. I guess actors have it worse: they're just naked and out there, using their bodies as their clay. I feel tied to my writing; actors are one with their art.


I realized I forgot to mention yesterday why doing so much photocopying is such a pain in the butt. I mean, I've always thought of photocopying as sticking the source document in the feeder, setting the number of copies, going to drink coffee, coming back and getting the copies.

Well, there's that...but one of the tasks of putting these documents together is that you have to make sure that every page is there, in order. So you have to page count the old-fashioned way. The way to do this is to slip a rubber thimble over your index finger and flip through every page in the copy and check page numbers. After a while, your brain starts malfunctioning: "Wait...does 72 really come after 71?"

Yes, I spent four years at Stanford University in order to work my way up to this.


I edited yesterday's entry about the news reports on Madonna's baby, because I'd left out the important factoid that it was the FIRST 10 minutes of the newscast that was spent on the brat.


Boy, I didn't even hear anything on the radio that I want to riff on. Sheesh.

Oh. I just realized something. I'm going to watch a new Babylon 5 by myself tonight. Wow. I can't believe how much stuff I have attached to this event.


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Last Updated: 17-Oct-96
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