Workin' Out...

I'm on a kick to lose the extra padding I've acquired over the last few months... we say we've been fat and happy, well, I'm ready to be just happy :) So, in the interest of a rock-hard Hollywood butt, I've been at the gym. And last night, I decided to join David and rollerblade home from work. At 1am. 6 miles. Wow. I have to say, my butt hurts today. No pain no gain, I suppose, but wow. You folks in the flat states may not realize it, but we have some hills here. Oh boy, do we have some hills. I think I'm gonna do it again tomorrow night. I'm on a mission...

Last night at work, I had the giddy pleasure of waiting on Dean Butler, better known to you and me as Almanzo Wilder of "Little House on the Prairie." Go ahead, look him up on the internet -- yeah, now you know who I'm talking about. Cool, huh? Ok, for those of you not born early enough to catch "Little House," evidently he was a regular as Buffy's father on "Buffy, the Vampire Slayer." And to top things off, he and David had the same 6th grade teacher. Small world, indeed. His wife is also an actress, someone I'd know in a heartbeat, but can't tell you where or her name to save my life. Ahh Hollywood, land of a million actors, only a few you can name by name. One you can actually name came in today, and that was Chris Rock, with his wife, Malaak Compton-Rock and their two beautiful daughters. Wow, what an amazingly beautiful family!! For some reason I thought he was taller... Ok, another one just for you teens and twenty-somethings -- Mike Erwin from "Everwood" not only came in, he evidently grew up with one of the girls I work with. You know, acting is just a job, people, it doesn't make you different, or better, or anything. It just makes you really recognizable and gets you into the cool clubs and gets you the best seats in restaurants (I'm getting used to sitting at the little bastard tables next to the door or the kitchen *sigh*) and gets you cool clothes and gets you lots of friends and attention. At least it does if you're lucky enough to get work, which means you've spent every waking hour busting your ass in the gym and watching every damn thing that goes in your mouth (I swear, they market WATER as lo-carb here), and being very aware of every item of clothing on your body, and schmoozing just enough not to be annoying and getting into the right auditions and beating out the millions of wannabes here to say two lines on film so that some jagoff casting guy can see you and offer you something where you'll be *tastefully nude* and that some other random person will accidently see you and give you a chance in some indy film where you'll actually get noticed by real players who put you on the a-train to the good seats in the restaurant... Wanna be an actor? Or do you just want to be famous? They're two very different things, my friend, and very rarely do you get to be both.

Enough for tonight... gotta get some sleep so I can be the renegade rollerblader tomorrow night!!!

Namaste...