Sometimes submitting and auditioning whoops me. As I've turned my attention to raising money to make my music video, I have even less motivation to jump through Hollywood's hoops. Moreover, I've received some copy to edit a reel, but these videos seems to be locked so I can't put my little montage together. Now that I want to seek out higher paying work, I need that montage to submit to casting agents who do more scrutiny than a headshot glance and, occasionally a resume perusal.

Fortunately, when I returned from Jersey, I was hit up to be a deranged, homicidal homeless woman in a webisode-to-turn feature without having to audition. The role was merely a background shot, but I was also offered the role of a teacher with lines. Unfortunately, I received both parts, wires crossed, and I chose to stay with the homeless lady not knowing her true fate. Luckily, sticking it out to the end provided me with heavy face time in the end. That face was a frightening one. I tried to look as though my jaw was dislocated and glared with insanity at the lead character so I won't likely be booking the lovely mom-next-door roles in those high-paying commercials, but I had fun.

I also booked another job from that day through the camera man who was ready to have me work in a guerilla-style taping that week mocking bankers. Right up my alley. I looked at his work and questioned his motives. Uncertain of the humor, I asked if he'd have another role for me. He may have possibly lost interest because of my inquiries, but I didn't have Internet for some time to try to refresh our relationship. Now that my satellite service is providing me some sluggish access, I'm hoping to try again with the camera man. (An aside; DirectTV sucks it and has this extremely ridiculous practice of Fair Access Use that I wouldn't wish on anyone. You basically pay them to NOT give you service.)

Even more exciting is that a few days later I was booked to work in a Japanese film without auditioning. That's supposed to take place this Friday, but I'm waiting impatiently on the details. The main detail is that for a hundred bucks I'll be improv'ing as a drunken wife for about two hours. Again, it's no national commercial, but I like getting paid. In Hollywood, it's pretty obvious how the path leads you to begging on the boulevard where you see once-pretty people begging for a quarter. If all I get in my life is drunken homeless roles through which I can really push the envelope, I'll be content, so long as I don't end up a drunken homeless woman who has to pick through garbage envelopes for money. Them's are the breaks, kid. NOT the break I'm looking for.