Drop Dead Diva..

Look for me in season 4, episode 12...

Unfortunately, I didn't get to take any pictures on set (am determined to next time)..but those of you who know & love the show will see me several months from now...

Although being an extra goes largely unnoticed (you're likely to be seen for a split second), it's a relatively thankless job, yet a vital part of absolutely every movie...

Today's extra shoot was downright relaxing, as I participated in 3 segments of scenes that were relatively quick to shoot...Firstly, a bailiff walking background in the courtroom scene shot in the morning (my work lasted 15 minutes), then lunch, followed by a back-background shot (as I call it) which I won't even be visible in, as I walked across the hall OUTSIDE the "Pakery" to create a shadow element inside the room (???)...Finally, a background scene shot inside where I was in camera view of the main characters...

It's interesting viewing movies & television shows after having worked on the set of one...instead of just looking at the story unfold, you'll look at shot angles, depth, lighting & make-up, length of takes, backdrops, set-build up & extras...plus it brings to light the endless hours that make the months of creating a movie...On top of that, it can be a nice pastime on a day off of work that puts a little extra money in your pocket..

As I did after being on the set of Coma, I recommend everyone who's able to be an extra in a movie...it's a live experience you can't syndicate or describe...an experience that gives an educational aspect to an industry that dominates a large part of our lives...

I'll be doing more of these film shoots to help develop a portfolio for acting, which is slowly becoming a main hobby for me (next to writing & gyming)..

See you on the next set..

merry heart

works like a medicine, according to Proverbs...

For those of you who know me, I like to tell a good joke...imagine me doing a little stand-up & telling these as you read them..


Bar jokes


--A man walks into a bar with a cheese sandwich under his arm. "A pint of Guinness for me and the cheese sandwich," he says to the barman.
"I'm sorry, sir," replies the barman, "we don't serve food in here." 


--A guy walks into a bar and sees a sign that reads:

Cheese Sandwich: $1.50
Chicken Sandwich: $2.50
Hand Job: $10.00

He checks his wallet and beckons to the sexy bartender.

"Are you the one who gives the hand jobs?" he asks.

"Yes," she purrs. "I am."

"Well, wash your frickin' hands," says the man. "I want a cheese sandwich!"



--A guy walks into a bar and asks for a beer. He chugs it, looks into his pocket and asks for another beer. He chugs that beer, looks into his pocket and asks for another.


The man does this a few more times until the bartender asks, "How come you ask for a beer, chug it, then look in your pocket?"


The man says, "Because there is a picture of my wife in my pocket and I'm gonna keep drinking till she looks good enough for me to go home."




--A new guy in town walks into a bar and notices a large jar filled to the brim with $10 bills. The man approaches the bartender and asks, "What's up with the jar?"

"Well, you pay $10, and if you pass three tests, then you get all the money."

"What are the three tests?" asks the man

"Gotta pay first."

So the guy gives him the $10 bucks, and the bartender adds it to the jar.

"OK, here's what you have to do. First, you have to drink that whole bottle of pepper tequila -- the WHOLE thing at once -- and you can't make a face while doing it. Second, there's a pit bull chained up out back with a sore tooth. You have to remove the tooth with your bare hands. Third, there is a 90-year-old woman upstairs who's never had an orgasm in her life. You gotta make things right for her."

"Well, I know I've paid my $10 bucks," says the man, "but I'm not an idiot. No wonder you've collected so much money -- that's impossible!"

The new guy proceeds to drink several whiskeys, and eventually, he gets up his nerve.

"Wherez zat teeqeelah?" he slurs.

He grabs the bottle of pepper tequila with both hands and downs it, gulp by gulp. Tears are streaming down his cheeks, but he doesn't make a face. Next, he staggers out back. Everyone in the bar hears a huge scuffle outside -- barking, yelping and growling, then silence.

Just when they think the man must be dead, he staggers back into the bar with his shirt ripped and gashes across his body.

"NOW," he says, "wherez at ol' lady with the sore tooth?"