On Wednesday evening, I caught the flu my two-year-old had just ditched. I stayed home Thursday, but was determined to make it to the office on Friday. Why was I so determined? First off, my cube is quiet and tidy, unlike my home. I cherish my time there.
Second, a beloved teammate was in from another office this week. I so seldom get to see him, I wasn’t about to let a little thing like “recuperating” keep me from the office.
Finally, it was a rare jersey day. With the Super Bowl just a couple of days away, I could wear a jersey and sneakers to the office! How could I sit that out?
My husband, Anthony, loves hockey and owns at least a dozen jerseys. At first, I put on one from his alma mater. It more or less matched my comfy toe shoes, which was this sports-ambivalent person’s main criteria for choosing a jersey.
Seeing myself in it, unfortunately, I could easily imagine a dozen conversations explaining that, no, I didn’t actually go there. (Been there, done that. It’s no fun for an introvert, even one in peak health!)
Anthony brought out one from a bin under our bed. Unlike the first, this one, a gift from his third season on a show for which he worked five years, had shared meaning. I’d worked on the show as an extra once, when my husband and I were newly dating. My heart fluttered when I caught a glimpse of him from the bleachers, and again when he swung by to say hello. Read more…
My husband is an assistant director.
It’s been fifty weeks since he got his promotion call. He’s worked pretty steadily since, a lucky thing in Hollywood.
Right now he’s between jobs. This isn’t surprising; summer shows number fewer than fall ones. You’ll likely have noticed this if you watch any TV at all. I personally notice the absence of Castle, Brooklyn Nine-nine and Blackish as I count down the days until new Key & Peele lands on Hulu. Read more…
My older son watched the movie Super 8 today.
It features a young filmmaker corralling his friends into making movies with him.
I found the young filmmakers adorable. My son found them enchanting, and asked all kinds of questions about filming as the movie progressed. He knew his dad “makes dogs talk” for film, but the specifics weren’t too clear to him.
He seemed fascinated by filmmaking, so I asked if he wanted to make a movie of his own.
Did he ever!
Do you ever get to wondering where–and who–you were this very day on past years? I do.
Lucky for me, I have 19.92 years of blogs to peruse when this wondering strikes me. Unlucky for me, 19.92 years is a lot of time to write things that make current-me cringe and want to reach into the past to whack past-me upside the head.
Reading what I wrote from Japan ten years ago today is utterly perplexing. Today my life is husband and kids and software contracts and long drives and always juggling, juggling, juggling. It’s full and overwhelming and lovelier than anything I ever thought I wanted.
But before? Before, it was … stuff like you’ll see below. I showed it to my husband, who said, “Life is better now!”
I thought he was going to say, “Because you have us!” What he actually said prompted Consternation Face.
“Now you get to actually go to wrap parties instead of watching from the sidelines!”
Oh, sweet husband, you missed the point entirely! Yes, life is better now.
But it’s not because of wrap parties or Hollywood, sweet one.
It’s because of you and our wonderful little boys.
Semi-random premiere memories
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My husband became an assistant director last August.
He’s worked with many directors since then.
I know only one director by name: Bob.
He’s my favorite.
I don’t really have any idea what he does, to be honest.
I don’t know if he’s won or will win any awards.
What I do know is that he’s fast.
If Bob’s directing, chances are I’ll actually see my husband in the evening instead of being three hours asleep when he finally gets home.
I really like seeing my husband.
(I might not always show it, but it’s true!)
Ergo, I like Bob.
Apologies to anyone seeing this twice.
See comments for explanation.
I was working on one of my favorite TV shows when a fellow extra started chatting with me.
I was intrigued by her accent, and asked her where she was from.
When she said Russia, I wowed her with my Russian. By which I mean, “We conversed in Russian until I exhausted my skills 30 seconds later.”
I told her I’d studied Russian for two terms in college.
My face was turned toward the extra, but my eyes were on the nearby lead actress. Read more…
I met J through Buffy the Vampire Slayer forums.
Our online friendship became an offline one when she visited Los Angeles my second or third year of law school.
She stayed at my apartment. She didn’t complain when I abandoned her to work as a “goth” extra on Crossing Jordan. She kept herself busy in ways I’ve long since forgotten, and then took pictures of me when I returned. I’d booked another day working as a goth on Alias and was determined to leave in my snazzy ‘do.
Her pictures were beautiful. They captured a me who’d never before existed in the external world.