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Your daily random, because I are tired

I was up filming until 10 pm in a massive, mostly-abandoned flour mill last night. Three foot thick brick walls, original steel grinding bits, skeery four-storey grain elevator that actually killed someone long ago, etc. Gorgeous place, holy crap was it filthy and COLD. And of course, the costume decision was for me to wear my sleeveless dress and 5 inch heels, no tights. My jaw is still hurting from shivering. I was surrounded by gentlemen, though, and every time the camera cut one of them would offer me a coat. D'aww. (The space is my "husband's" art workshop, and I'm visiting him, trying to get him to focus and work. And make money so I can buy things. That's the kind of gal she is.)

We also shot a teaser for a film that my buddy's looking for financing, and I got to play a stoner kid (lol, um, what?! I left "kid" in my rearview mirror a couple of decades ago. Not unlike that child that I had that pissed me off. Who am I kidding, I didn't even look in the rearview mirror for him, and he knows why) that got attacked, a chain wrapped around my neck and fed into one of the big roller gearworks. AWESOME. But screaming over and over and flailing as you try to fight for your life, and then gurgle out horrid faux blood, and then go slack and hold it.... hold it..... hold it.... wait let me get the focus, hold it..... Okay, CUT! is exhausting. But totally fun, don't get me wrong, I'd do this every day if I was able to do so.

I had to smoke a fake doobie, too, which I wasn't too keen on. It was made of the same stuff James Marsters smoked after he kicked nicotine while filming Buffy. BLECH. I couldn't fake it, either, because they got a close up of me taking a toke, and nothing's worse than someone who isn't smoking on film, but they're "smoking." Nothing is worse, guys, not genocide or stale, lukewarm broccoli water. Okay, maybe the broccoli water is worse, but it's close.

I am on Day Three of Tamale rolling, and I'm so sick of tamales you have no idea. Give me a week and I'll be nomming them, but the smell of cumin and corn meal is getting to me. Last night we had some awesome tacos from a hole in the wall around the corner (those are always the best in my neck of the woods) and I had honest-to-god barbacoa with queso fresco and freshly made salsa verde and borracho beans (drunken beans, mmmm. That's beer-soaked black beans to those not from here.) Holy crap, it was so good, and if I hadn't had to fit back into my dress (and if I wasn't trying to lose this holiday/winter weight) I would have had nine of them. Damn, I love good food.

After this week (more filming all weekend long, yay!) I'm going to buckle down and get back into writing. I miss it, I want to see if I can follow things through, and I just want to prove to myself that I can see these stories I've outlined to the end. The bitter, bitter, red-penned end. :)

GUYS, HEY GUYS. IT'S ALMOST THE WEEKEND. Here, you want a laugh. Yes, you do.

Also, for my own sanity/time management, I'm invoking the right to not reply to comments where there's nothing I can say. Example: I've posted that I love love LOVE the color green, I can't wait to paint my eyeballs green. Comment: "Eh, I don't really like green." or "OMG, I haaaaaaaate green!" Uh, okay? That's one of those "we are at an impasse" moments, right? *thunk* Sorry, only so much time in the day, etc. etc. Bitchy? Maybe. Ehn. (Notice that I didn't post: I love green, I'm soaking my legs in green tinctures, but before I go off and dye my cats emerald, tell me how do you feel about green? Also, can someone help me jam more spinach in between my teeth? GREEN YAY! <3") But that would be an awesome post, you guys. You'd elle oh elle, don't front.


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Jan. 6th, 2011 05:51 pm (UTC)
Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only girl in Texas who dosen't like tamales.
Jan. 6th, 2011 05:59 pm (UTC)
*bangs head*
Jan. 6th, 2011 06:01 pm (UTC)
I'm serious! Every other person of the female persuasion I know in this city goes GAGA over fresh tamales, but I'm all about the texture of a food and I really don't like it's texture.
I'm glad you love them, I'm glad you're going to be getting your nom on soon, I'm also glad I'm alllll the way over here instead. ^^;
Jan. 6th, 2011 06:02 pm (UTC)
Jan. 6th, 2011 06:03 pm (UTC)
this is hilarious to me,
you get that, right?
Jan. 6th, 2011 06:07 pm (UTC)
Re: this is hilarious to me,
Yep, I get that. ^_^ And really, few people are as surprised as me when someone actually replies to a comment I make.
I pinged on the Tamales because I was really having a hard time picturing wearing 5 inch heels and being able to walk. Some people can handle high heels.. I... erm... fall? And end up with twisted ankles? You have my respect and admiration for managing to walk on that difficult flooring in those heels without doing a faceplant.
Jan. 6th, 2011 06:12 pm (UTC)
...and I mean this honestly,
if you don't expect dialog with your comments, or you anticipate that they're antagonistic, then why are you making them?

I'm laughing now, but it really does bug me when I am happy about something/enjoy something, post about it, and a random person shits on it. Like, I really really don't like that. Maybe I shouldn't be on the internet? IDK, but now you know where I stand.

And I stand there in killer heels. :)
Jan. 6th, 2011 06:28 pm (UTC)
Re: ...and I mean this honestly,
I'm sorry.

I really didn't mean to come off as antagonistic.

I know I can have a problem expressing tone in text, and I guess I used the wrong phrase, or words. I was going for fond, mystified, a touch of gentle teasing, and wondering what I'm not getting that everyone else is.
Jan. 6th, 2011 06:57 pm (UTC)
Re: ...and I mean this honestly,
You're not offending me, you're just doing something that I had just. written about that I get bothered by, and that's why I started off laughing.

And then I just think you didn't get it. So. ;)
Jan. 6th, 2011 06:19 pm (UTC)
I opened this window to troll you over green, but now I feel like the performance art here trumps that so I'll just say--

Jan. 6th, 2011 06:58 pm (UTC)
LOLOL. You are my favorite, tell no one, it'll be our secret.

If I wasn't wolfing down sushi while my corn husks soak (ha) you would have gotten a chummy phone call.
Jan. 6th, 2011 07:05 pm (UTC)
OMG, that is awesome.
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Jan. 6th, 2011 06:59 pm (UTC)
You know, I had to think about it for a minute... Honestly, I think it's the heels + cold. Mostly because the cold made my feet smaller, so my shoes were flopping a bit, requiring me to squeeze my toes to keep them on. Ha!

Jan. 6th, 2011 06:26 pm (UTC)
I read this all, but my mind sort of blanked out at tamales haha. Food to me is like SQUIRREL! to the dogs on "Up"

I feel your pain: I made them for 2 days straight in prep for Christmas and I was like, I'm SO GLAD I did this like two weeks ahead of time, because I don't even want to look at these fuckers anymore! But sure enough, there I was stuffing my face with them (and menudo, and queso, and brisket and cake and everything else I could get my paws on) all Christmas Eve and Day.
Jan. 6th, 2011 07:01 pm (UTC)
HA! Man, bad decision: not having a Rolling Party like last year.

And yep, you know it, come a week I'll be eating them morning, noon, and night. OM NOM NOM!
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Jan. 6th, 2011 07:02 pm (UTC)
Hee, I'll blame you being sick for the reading comprehension issues. Bwee!

AHAHAHA, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Why would you waste time saying you don't like broccoli on a BROCCOLI RECIPE? People are so weird. LOL at scrolling past = scratching when it itches. We are like minded, cookie.

(omg, that last bit has me rotflmao)
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Jan. 6th, 2011 09:11 pm (UTC)
You know, of course, that I'm running the lines from that skit in my head, but that's what you intended.

Which is why I like you.

Man, my head feels like it's been filled with concrete - I think I inhaled too much bird poop/dust last night. Gleh.
Jan. 6th, 2011 06:54 pm (UTC)
I love reading your acting stories. I don't think I would have the stamina or patience to even film a commercial, much less a film, but I wish I did! Just out of curiosity, what does the fake cigarette/doobie taste like? I can't imagine anything being as bad as stale broccoli water.

Ooooh, tamales. I want some tamales. Where can I leave you my address? :P
Jan. 6th, 2011 07:04 pm (UTC)
Oh, good! I'm glad my narcissism isn't for naught. :D

The fake smoke tasted like an ashtray. Straight up burnt ashes. GLECK.

Ha! We'll see how I feel about this growing pile of corn husked torture in a day, you may regret asking. ;)
Jan. 6th, 2011 07:33 pm (UTC)
TAMALES. *grabby hands*

The fake smoke tasted like an ashtray. Straight up burnt ashes. GLECK.

EW. So it's like smoking an actual cigarette minus nicotine. Lovely. I wanna go brush my teeth just thinking about it.

Also, how dare you dye your kitties emerald when the obvious choice should have been electric orange.
Jan. 6th, 2011 07:35 pm (UTC)
It's like tasting how an old cigarette smells. And it's not hot going in, weirdly enough.

Jan. 6th, 2011 07:51 pm (UTC)
My kitties were going to challenge yours to a DUEL until I stumbled across a flickr group consisting of cats wearing (mostly) brightly colored wigs. Any opinion I have today is now rendered invalid.
Jan. 6th, 2011 07:30 pm (UTC)
I wanna come hang out in the flour mill, that sounds *so cool*. I love places like that.

I couldn't fake it, either, because they got a close up of me taking a toke, and nothing's worse than someone who isn't smoking on film, but they're "smoking."

What does that mean? Do you mean - fake smoking looks really stupid/weird or are you still commenting on the fake smoke? And wtf is a fake smoke? What do they have you smoking, toilet paper?

Spinach between the teeth, there's an image!!
Jan. 6th, 2011 07:37 pm (UTC)
It's so beautiful. The walls are 3 feet thick, solid brick. Thick, thick, thick wooden planks for the flooring on all levels, original windows, etc. Beautiful, beautiful building.

Fake smoking looks like fake smoking. And when you have a character that's a smoker, and you can tell the actor doesn't smoke... See where I'm going? It's just stupid and totally fake looking.
Jan. 6th, 2011 07:41 pm (UTC)
Yeah. I smoked in high school for a little while, wanting to try it out. Loathed it, and quit. I've smoked a couple cigarettes over the years, so i know 'how' to smoke, and i can inhale and all, but i have no clue if it would look weird and fake or not. It's not something i'd want to practice.

I feel for all the non-smoking actors on Mad Men.

I'm gonna have to try real tamales someday, 'cause the ones around here like wet tissue paper with cat food.
Jan. 6th, 2011 07:44 pm (UTC)
Fake smoking: sucking in, immediately blowing it out, so everyone knows you didn't get it down in your lungs like an actual smoker would.

Non-smoking actors use the stuff I used, herbs/vegetation smokes. There's no nicotine, nothing "harmful" aside from breathing in smoke.
Jan. 6th, 2011 08:02 pm (UTC)
Ew. As stupid kids, we rolled leaves up and smoked them, being all 'cool'. Disgusting. Can't imagine doing *that* for ten hours straight.
Jan. 6th, 2011 09:19 pm (UTC)
Green is my favorite color.
Jan. 6th, 2011 09:26 pm (UTC)
That's why we are MFEO.
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Jan. 6th, 2011 10:54 pm (UTC)
OOOOH, I need to update my recipe for that soup because I have tried a few new things and it was OM NOM TASTICKER.

I like your friends and would like to nominate them for the Nobel Awesome Prize.
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Jan. 7th, 2011 01:57 am (UTC)
I updated it - basically I deglaze the pan with the adobo sauce, then chicken stock and go from there. It's like a little kiss on the mouth from Gael Garcia Bernal. OR INSERT YOUR HOT LATINO OF CHOICE.
Jan. 6th, 2011 10:25 pm (UTC)

I love them mmmm my favorite ones are pork! SHIP ME A DOZEN OKAY.
Jan. 6th, 2011 10:55 pm (UTC)
Woman, I posted that recipe over a year ago, and the supplies are easy to find so there is NO EXCUSE for you to not have a load of tamales steaming in front of you this very reason.

Well, no GOOD reason.
Jan. 7th, 2011 12:55 am (UTC)
Jan. 7th, 2011 12:46 am (UTC)
Eee, tamales! And now we sing the hot tamale song!

Do you freeze them and have them all year, or do you have a ginormous tamale eating party, and there's dancing, and tequila, and a band playing, and someone jumps out of a cake, and we didn't even plan that, how did they get into that cake anyway? That's how I imagine your awesome tamale party of awesomeness!

Also, how do some people even find you? Jeez.
Jan. 7th, 2011 01:53 am (UTC)
*throws in a shimmy as you sing*

Bwee!! I do both! Usually on Rolling Day when helpers are there to drink margaritas and get their hands dirty, you have a big fest afterwards and have lots of salsas and sides, etc. YUM! I totes need to get a mariachi band for next time, BUT NO BURRO. eeeeeeeHAAAAAAAAAW!

more importantly, why do they stay? It can't be for the funny, I mean... it can't be. O_O
Jan. 7th, 2011 12:52 am (UTC)
Now I feel better about never having pursued an acting career. (The other reason being no one in their right mind would ever hire me. But I digress).

Cold while having your feet tortured and spitting out fake blood! I just hope you're not a method actor.

Jan. 7th, 2011 01:56 am (UTC)
Oh, you could absolutely get work, woman! But yeah, it's not tres glamorous like you'd think. Unless you're someone like Hallie Barry and have a trailer to hang in and assistants. (I bet I have more fun, though.)

Ha, I AM (Meisner and Stanislavski all the way, yo) so what does that tell you? I AM ACTUALLY A GHOST WRITING THIS.
Jan. 7th, 2011 02:48 am (UTC)
Now that's dedication.

(some loony actor had himself buried so he could get in character. I can't remember who, unfortunately.)
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