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If Chins Could Kill
Jul. 26th, 2001 10:23 pmTwo weeks since I went to the book signing, and I'm only now reading the book. I was tempted at the signing to see if I could con a random stranger into letting me read it then and there, but I figured my chances weren't too good.
So now I've read it. And it just reinforces my respect for all of the bodies behind the scenes - like my friend's boyfriend who works on the Buffy set. The unsung heroes, as it were.
And I'm also left just boggling at the sheer impossibility of their jobs. 14, 18, 20 hour days, and I'm falling over my tongue gasping out praise for my little mundane 8 hour job that keeps me in my various hobbies. Add in a little bit of math on how *little* the less-well known actors get paid... and you know? I don't wanna. I'm too lazy.
I'm left with a fascinated horror of Hollywood. The image maintenance, (a topic for another time), the insincerity of so many of the participants, and how much of the true and sincere work is swept under the carpet or prettied up in post-production.
So no. Not for this little blonde duck.
L&L are gone, and the house seems rather empty. I miss having them around already, but I do need to catch up on my sleep. They've kept me up late (and it's my own damn fault, really), but I imagine it'll be different when they're here for real, and not just on vacation. It's cool - they can take my teasing, and they're just as weird as I am in their own ways. The trip to the double-decker Target clinched that.
Lucy's got her job clinched, and Lori'll hear back about her interview by the end of the week, so it's just up to me to find us a house. I have prospects again, so this weekend will be another hunting expedition.
But now, I'm off for a pillow expedition.
So now I've read it. And it just reinforces my respect for all of the bodies behind the scenes - like my friend's boyfriend who works on the Buffy set. The unsung heroes, as it were.
And I'm also left just boggling at the sheer impossibility of their jobs. 14, 18, 20 hour days, and I'm falling over my tongue gasping out praise for my little mundane 8 hour job that keeps me in my various hobbies. Add in a little bit of math on how *little* the less-well known actors get paid... and you know? I don't wanna. I'm too lazy.
I'm left with a fascinated horror of Hollywood. The image maintenance, (a topic for another time), the insincerity of so many of the participants, and how much of the true and sincere work is swept under the carpet or prettied up in post-production.
So no. Not for this little blonde duck.
L&L are gone, and the house seems rather empty. I miss having them around already, but I do need to catch up on my sleep. They've kept me up late (and it's my own damn fault, really), but I imagine it'll be different when they're here for real, and not just on vacation. It's cool - they can take my teasing, and they're just as weird as I am in their own ways. The trip to the double-decker Target clinched that.
Lucy's got her job clinched, and Lori'll hear back about her interview by the end of the week, so it's just up to me to find us a house. I have prospects again, so this weekend will be another hunting expedition.
But now, I'm off for a pillow expedition.
