Eighth is Enough

Hello... I'm getting ready to settle down with a fine bottle of Coke Zero. I had been told that there would be no new "30 Rock" tonight, but apparently I was in error. There's some good stuff happenin' on the TV and I don't want to miss it.

There was a really good episode (funny, too) of "Lost" last night, so I'll try to post a summary when I get a chance. I've been spending some time getting ready for my Third Wall audition. By "getting ready", I mean reading the script out loud a few times, trying to get a feel for the language. I thought about having a section prepared to perform, but since I wouldn't be able to dedicate the time I would to a standard monologue, I feel this would create higher expectations than I would like.

I have recently determined that I am probably eighth choice for most male roles in Ottawa. I don't know if people who know my work would consider the number eight to be egotistical or modest, but I think it's accurate. This positioning is based on a neutral, age-appropriate, "physical characteristics are unimportant" assumption. If they need a hairy guy or a tall guy, I move up a few notches, if they need a bodybuilder or a dancer I move down a few notches. As I may have posted previously, they're doing it gender-blind, so that can either work to my advantage or against it. On one hand, I might have a shot at an inginue role (which would, naturally, be a first) or maybe a sassy matron. On the other hand, the hoards of very fine Ottawa female actors (like some of my very favourites; your Lorettos, your MacDonalds, etc) would have a shot at the roles I would be typically be going for. Mixed bag, baby.

New York is shaping up nicely. I'm definitely planning to check out the Rockerfeller Center (or, as we call it in Canada: "Rockrefellre Centre"). Ray and I are adding a little spice to our show, to make sure it has the metropolitan edge it needs for the Big Apple. Ray's having a little "See Ya Suckers" Soiree to mark our departure. If you found this blog and want to come, I'm sure we can arrange an invite.

On another, more awesome note: My lady and I are celebrating our 39th Monthiversary. She's far away in Africa, but I still wish her much success and love (and frog-repelling energy).