Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Monday, December 22, 2014
More movie extra drama
So locally, they're now filming Joe Dirt 2 with David Spade. Unfortunately, it's filming in Covington, on the other side of the lake, and they're having a very hard time finding enough extras over there. I've had 3 different calls from the same Damn casting agent, and I keep saying... I would love to work on that project, (although actually I'm pretty indifferent, but you don't say that) but I still haven't got a ride out to Covington.
I know they've had to delay at least one scene...
You'd think they'd get the idea And charter a bus.
Other than that. .. I did just get cast as a drinker in a dive bar. There's only 3 extras in the scene, so I might get good face time on the shot... and if there's less than a dozen extras we get to eat with the real cast... usually... we'll see...
Still, I'm thinking if I really want to nail the subtle nuances of "dive bar drinker" it might require some intense research... (I can see me now... yes officer, I did drink an entire bottle of tequila... but it was for art...)
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Well... at least it's not a movie post...
So... I spent the day working day labor on this building....
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Another pic of my wonderful career
Ok... I know this blog started out about gardening, and lately, my total lack of a garden is interfering with that... hard to grow anything when you're living in a guest house, and now we're kind of going off track with the movie thing
This is me on the set again. I'm supposed to be a spectator at a congressional hearing. Actually, i think I look like one of those pillars of the community who get caught running a prostitution ring on the side but there we are.
Just submitted for a bigger role as a White House Aid in a Movie that starts filming in January. Good wishes, prayers, finger crossings all gratefully accepted... I need the higher pay grade...
Friday, December 05, 2014
Another post about nothing at all...
So... Tuesday and Wednesday I spent on a movie set... playing an International Space Station worker up in space. Which sounds cool enough, but it basically boils down to 1 of 50 guys in a jumpsuit. We looked like a convention of janitors.
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Life as we know it...
Life at St Vincent's is definitely interesting.
Currently, we have a transgender person living among us. In and of itself that isn't really a big deal (we've come a long way) but this particular transgender person is suffering from some mental issues... here's the deal...
Occasionally some of the cast of American Horror Story shows up at a coffee shop in the neighborhood. Not too surprising, as they film less than 3 blocks away, and New Orleans is a pretty laid back place. Celebrities actually walk around without getting too annoyed... But at some point a couple of weeks ago, Mat Fraser, who plays seal boy on the show, and Erika Ervin, who plays Amazon Eve, were at the coffee shop when our girl, lets call her K, was there.
Now, Ms Ervin is a 6 foot 8inch transgender model, and, upon seeing K, an obviously transgender person, Ms Ervin apparently went out of her way to try to be friendly, or at least say hello.
Now K, who already has issues, namely believing that she is the leader of some sort of vampire coven who is being followed by the CIA, FBI, and a few other agencies that no ones ever heard of, not to mention that President Obama is personally watching her Facebook account, has now become convinced that Ms Ervin is stalking her on behalf of some Satanic Lesbian Cult.
Now, I've never met Ms Ervin, but I'm pretty sure that she's in town to earn about 10,000 dollars an episode on television, and I'm not sure that she has any connection with satanic lesbians, if they even exist.
But I'm willing to give Ms Ervin the benefit of the doubt until the paparazzi catch her sacrificing a goat or something.
Personally, I blame Ronald Reagan for this crap. He closed down the asylums.
Hey, if K can blame satanic lesbians, I can blame Ronald Reagan. So...
DAMN YOU REAGAN.
Friday, November 28, 2014
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
My wonderful career...
Back on 11/7, I posted that I was supposed to be filming American Horror Story on the 10th. Well, here's the deal...
Tney have continuously delayed the shoot. Today I get an email that they're filming on the 2nd.
Unfortunately, I'm booked into Geostorm on the second. And the third. And the 15th of January. I tell them that. She's arranged that I can be pulled off Geostorm.
Unfortunately, as much as I want to be in AHS , the concept of giving up 3 days work for a chance to film something that has already cancelled on me 4+ times isn't feasable.
So. There we are. Dammit.
Really... I don't know how the hell they get the Damn show on the air with this kind of scheduling.
Regardless. .. here's hoping everybody is having a great day, and getting ready for thanksgiving. Go Turkey's!
Monday, November 17, 2014
Friday, November 14, 2014
NOLA is big on its street art... I like th ii s one a lot.
Just for the record, my yarn bomb, a much.more modest attempt at street art, is still there.... looking a bit worse for wear, but it's still doing its thing...
Sunday, November 09, 2014
It would appear that I will not be filming American Horror Story on Monday. Just got an email from the casting director and there have been delays on the set.
So it will happen sometime this week, just NOT Monday and probably not Tuesday.
Dang Dang Dang.
You know..this makes it difficult to plan my life. Just saying.
These are growing outside Saint Vincent's, specifically beside the grotto...
Friday, November 07, 2014
Keeping NOLA Wierd...
Well, not that weird, but there we are....
Friday, October 31, 2014
When it rains it pours
And sometimes that's a good thing. Just got cast for several days on a new movie. Will have to go in for costume fittings Monday... shooting Wednesday and Thursday. So I won't be working day labor ( with the immediate pay) next week... I'll have to wait two weeks for the check... that's 210 + 15 costume bump and 15 haircut bump, -taxes. I got it covered tho. This day job I have now has already given me 40 hours, and Saturday will pay me 9 hours overtime. And the check from astronaut wives club just came in.
All I have to cover is my rent and some food... so I'm good. And since St Vincent's finally fixed their community kitchen, I can cook my own stuff for cheap, and of course, on the set you are fed. Very Very well fed.
Of course after next week it's back to the temp grind. There will be more filming days coming up on this project over the next 2 month's. I'm not supposed to give out many details, and they keep us from doing that by not giving us many.
Its called Geostorm, as far as I can tell it's a sci-fi disaster kind of thing, and I'll be NASA mission control. .. other than that, can't tell you much...cause I don't know anything else.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
And life goes on
All right folks... disaster averted... not homeless. Too close for my taste... but there we are... lots of things are happening in my life tho...,
I am of course watching American Horror Story this year. Turns out its being filmed down the street, about 3 blocks away, and one of the stars, Mat Fraser, whip plays seal boy is living in the neighbourhood. I've seen him twice now, and yesterday he was set the coffee house where I get my cafe au lait when I have the funds for a $4 cup of coffee (not lately) but I didn't see him because I was at work.
You read right... work... day Labour people FINALLY came through... at the last minute on my last day.
Grunt work for grunt pay, but it's a three week job.
They're turning a 1920's bank building into condos, and I do things like scrape the walls for the plaster crew, move materials up 18 flights, sweep floors... you know... grunt work. And I thankfully get underpaid every day.
So. There we are.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
About this PayPal thing...
Well... yesterdays post was not about me begging for money. It was just me venting frustration.
Yeah, things are a little bad at the moment, And yeah I may end up spending a few days in a shelter... but worse things have happened.
It's very heartwarming to know that there are people out there who want me to.set up a donation button so they can send me money. Well, I'm confined to an android at the moment And copying code into html files is kind of beyond this phones capabilities...
All I can say is that if you really want to send me something, for which I will be eternally grateful, you can send it via PayPal to firstname.lastname@example.org
Saturday, October 25, 2014
This is not good...
In the interest of being totally honest... I'm going to admit publicly, on my blog, something I'm not proud of...
Basically, I'm out of funds.
A little over 4 dollars is all the cash that is gracing me with its presence at the moment.
Well, I have funds coming in... in a little over a week, but I don't have money now.
Just in case you think I'm exaggerating and being a drama queen... I spent the morning looking into homeless shelters on line.
If I don't get a day labor job on Monday, I may be forced to avail myself off their facilities.
But hell, I'm tough, I'll survive it.
I'll admit that my first week here I didnt exactly hit the ground running. I thought I had time... is not like there aren't jobs... there are lots of jobs... It's just that the hiring guys have a maddening quality of being too Damn mellow about hiring... (I actually had one guy cancel an interview because he'd gotten too drunk the night before And just couldn't deal with it) It's not something I'm used to dealing with. In Texas... they need to fill a position in a week... here, they give it qa couple of months and see what happens.
But I do have food. One of the local charities hand s out food and Friday I went by. I was drsperate... there we are. There were these cardboard cups of soup in the bag. More upscale than Ramen noodles, and marked organic vegan. I tried one. Tasted OK.
I shoulda known better. I don't eat things markets vegan for a reason. .. soy makes me violently ill.
So today was spent in the bathroom with occasional dizzy spells.
Obviously I didn't go in for day labor... I was having a hard time standing upright... all I could do is wait it out, and this afternoon, after assuring people that no, I don't have Ebola, I'm doing better. Still getting chills, but better.
And that's the state of things at the moment.
And there we are.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Well, I was in this movie...
For 16 bloody hours I was in this movie... actually, 15 3/4 hours, and its not a movie, it's a new series that premiers either in December or early next year... Its called Astronaut Wives Club, it's based on a best-selling novel of the same name, set in 1962, and I spent most of my cameta time walking back and forth down one block of New Orleans which is now New York in the winter, past some truly georgous vintage cars. There's a large green screen... and I understand that they're gonna put in the Chrysler building... there was another shot in a dive bar, where I was buying cigarettes from a machine while chatting up a lady... but I doubt seriously that I'm visible.
So...there we are. Will get paid rate + overtime + costume fitting + hair. I let them cut my hair so I got 16 bucks extra. Woo hoo. But that money is still a couple weeks off... And I want cash now...
So back to that temp labor place... this morning I filled out paperwork, she saw my resume and she has a definite job next week that actually looks pretty good, and I'm waiting to see if I can get something along the lines of dishwasher or clean up tonight, and I'm definitely gonna do something tomorrow and Friday... maybe see about over the weekend. I've always been like that... you pay me, I'll do it... don't care what is...
That's the way seems to go for me. 1 good little positive thing happens and everything snowballs.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
As many of you may have realized, I keep a daily journal. Occasionally I post a page from it... if I think it's interesting of relevant for some reason.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
And the saga continues...
So... just to share the continuing job hunting drama... as I mentioned yesterday, I was told to call in this morning. So I did.
And I was basically told to not bother them untill next Tuesday.
So... just to make myself clear... this is a day labor service. This is grunt work... sweeping warehouses, cleaning construction sites, ripping out old carpet in hotels. The advantage to this work is that it pays the same day you do it. But nobody is mistaking this for a career or even a real job. This is cash, slightly over minimum wage. To be blunt... when I worked in warehouses before, this kind of work was usually handed to any vagrant that came by, but big companies hire this labor through services like this. I should also point out that men working in factories part-time, use services like this for a little extra cash on their days off. And drunks and addicts on the street use these services to get extra cash, which just shows you how stupid the "are you a meth head?" questionnaire is.
Well, despite the fact that I was instructed to call and then treated like I was a nuisance, I suddenly developed an intense stubborn streak... and I decided there are more than one way to skin a cat and looked over the papers that I was given.
This company, national company actually, has three offices locally, and one of them does intake on Thursday. So I schlep my tookas to a bus stop, get to the office, and there's a sign on the door saying "no applications"
I'm pissed. I am perfectly willing to go through hoops to get a job. But I tend to reserve such efforts for jobs that are worth having.
Since it is a national company, I'm tempted to get on the website and lodge a complaint. And I probably will... after next week. I'm stretching my 3 strike rule... complaints can achieve good things, but they're just as likely to whack you upside the head.
So... will I go in there on Tuesday? No, I will go in on Wednesday.
Why not Tuesday you ask?
Because on Tuesday, I will be on a film set.
Yep... snuck that in on you at the end, didn't I?
You see, after all that rigamorole, and I'm in a rather deadly mood, I get a call telling me to come in for costume and hair tomorrow so that I can be on the set Tuesday.
I'm not allowed to say too much... it's a new tv series that hasn't premiered yet called Astronaut Wives Club. Set in the early 60s, so I'm gonna get buzz cut tomorrow, (my poor curls) I'll be in two scenes.
But yeah, I'll still look into day labor. Like I said, it pays the same day, and that kind of manual labor keeps you fit, and I can pick and choose what days I work... so it would be convenient.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
All before noon
So... yesterday I went to apply at a temp agency. Was told I couldn't apply because lightning had struck the building and their computers were fried, could I please come back today? Well there had been a storm Monday night, so ok...
So, I went this morning. Was told that I needed to fill out an online questionnaire. No, They don't provide internet access to do that, But there is a public library 1 mile away. (I'm sorry, but 1. If you require applicants to do online questionnaires you should have internet to do that, 2. You could have told me this yesterday so I could have done this last night, and do you really expect the unemployed to walk a mile to do your questionaire?)y
Anyway... I walked about 3 blocks and found a little coffee house ran by the Catholic church and walked in, because many of the coffee houses have internet access for a small fee. This one didn't, but when I asked if there was anyplace around that did because I needed to use it for a job application, a nun grabbed me, and escorted me to the office and sat me down in front of a computer with a cup of coffee.
I then proceeded to answer a gazillion idiotic questions, maybe 10% of which had something to do with an actual job The rest of them various permutations of 'Are you a crack head?'
Seriously... no matter how many times you ask, and no matter how you ask, the answer is goin to be... no I don't do crack. Or meth. Or heroin or anything else you need be concerned about. And quite frankly, after you've asked me 12 times, you're starting to piss me off, and I'm wondering if you're on crack.
Finally got thru, checked the clock, and I had time to get back because they stopped doing intake at 10 am. Got there at 9:55. Receptionist looked at me all surprised and said, "you've finished it?"
"Well... she left to do a job fair... can you come back tomorrow?"
I pointed out the sign that said they only do intake on Tuesday and Wednesday.
"Oh... I'll tell her about you, it'll be fine..."
So, I've now spent big chunks of 2 days on this damn temp service, and we're looking at more tomorrow. Fun.
Then I started walking back and I was waylaid on the sidewalk by a woman who may or may not have been drunk at 10 am, but she was definitely feeling just FINE! And she had felt compelled to chase me down to tell me that I looked just like that girl in the TV show... I don't know which girl, but she evidently is 6 foot tall and has a 5 o'clock shadow.
And then... a couple more blocks of walking and a blank eyed man with a beard dyed the most astonishing shade of fuchsia felt called upon to tell me that I looked like a swan. He seemed happy about it... so I'll assume it was a compliment.
And I may have to change the route I walk tho...
Did take some pics in my meanderings tho... another hand painted vehicle...
Friday, October 10, 2014
Keeping NOLA Wierd...
Tuesday, October 07, 2014
Update: i finally wised up and googled the phrase "red flower tree New Orleans" and came up with Erythrina x sykesii, aka the Australian Coral Tree. If im right this is a popular seedless hybrid in a genus that has over 100 species, so I may have got it wrong but im pretty confident.
Sunday, October 05, 2014
Just finished a skull vase and decided to show it off before it goes online for sale.
Not bad if I say so myself.
Thursday, October 02, 2014
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Keeping NOLA Wierd...
I saw this parked behind the library today... (the downtown library, not the pretty one I showed you in the last post)
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Pics and rambling and whatnot
Thursday, September 25, 2014
A tiresome week.
I've spent most of the week dealing with Job1 and the Louisianna Workforce Commission.
And, while they're a tad bit more convenient and user friendly than the Texas incarnations of their offices, the key word in that sentence is, 'tad.'
Anytime the government is involved, you're in for a big hot mess of 1) self important non-entities and 2) conflicting information.
By Wednesday, after spending a soul sucking morning I needed a soul feeding afternoon.
So I bought a book of Emily Dickinson poetry at Goodwill and settled myself at a street cafe with a cup of cafe au lait. I considered wearing a beret. But that would just be pretentious. Not as pretentious as showing up with a poodle who smokes. But still.
So, fully recharged, I went off again today... to a completely futile day at aforementioned institutions... (I was told to be there at 2 pm for something that doesn't happen until 9 am tomorrow) And there's only so much that caffeine and Emily Dickinson can be expected to achieve...
I'm thinking booze.
And a poodle that smokes.
Friday, September 19, 2014
First of all... the possibility of Ebola coming in on that freighter, (named the Marine Phoenix) turned out be Malaria, but there are stories on the news about Ebola right now, because it kind of made everybody panicky.
Fortunately, the city had been spraying for mosquitoes all summer anyway, due to West Nile virus, So there shouldn't be any problem.
And for another update... remember on my first trip down, back in June, I showed a pic of the gargoyle on the clock tower? The one that looks like a monkey holding a bunch of bananas but on closer inspection turns out to be some demon holding a severed head?
Well, I still haven't figured out exactly who it is or who its supposed to be... but I have found out that you can get a foam version, four foot tall, for Halloween decor. Cool, huh?
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
So, I took an afternoon nap, and when I woke up, I turned on the news and there was a story all about a freight ship on the river that had six people that were sick.
It hailed from West Africa, the Congo to be exact, it was in Belle Chase, (according to my maps app that's about six miles from where I sit) And six men were transported to West Jefferson Hospital. (Which is confusing the newscasters because they insist it would be more normal to quarantine)
Nobody is saying the word 'Ebola' of course, which means that they either don't know or they don't want to start a panic.
I'm not actually that worried. Cases of Ebola have already shown up in American travelers, particularly in some of the doctors that have come back, and I'm reasonably certain that everything will turn out fine.
I'm fascinated more from a plotting point of view.
About a week ago, it occurred to me that there wasn't a zombie story located in New Orleans. Well, there's voodoo zombies, not the modern people eating incarnation of zombies. It's kind of fascinating to watch this, as it kind of shows the path a plague would have to take to find entree into the city.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
So I was on the balcony this morning when I saw something on the handrail... it turned out to be a pair of tiny little mushrooms...
Monday, September 15, 2014
Pics and seeing if y'all can ID?
Friday, September 12, 2014
And I've been meaning to tell ya'all... little Goth Bob is enjoying NOLA immensely. As far as he's concerned, he's returned to the motherland...
Not overly thrilled with life at the moment...
When I arrived at this guesthouse, it turns out that the reservations I'd made 2 weeks before had disappeared. Along with the deposit.
I finally pulled up my bank statement online and they finally conceded that yeah I'd made a deposit... it was (pardon the language) a shit storm.
But I got past it. Shit happens.
So, the second week, I requested new sheets. (This is a guesthouse... you'd think there'd be a schedule for this sort of thing, like every Monday or something, but apparently not) so the next thing I know, the rather rough little woman who is being housekeeping is banging on my door and she's pissed, because they told her that I'd made some huge complaint, (which I hadn't, I'd just asked for sheets which I'm perfectly willing to change myself, I don't care) and I've been fussed at by o.e of the staff... and as far as I'm able to determine most of the staff arrived here origionally as guests after being released from various half way houses (not hating, good for them on getting a job and more power to them... But they're rough looking, And they should seriously consider getting them uniforms to work in because some one in a ripped t shirt, grungy shorts, and flip flops isn't really creating a wonderful impression for the clientele)
Now I generally have a three strikes policy before I hit the roof... and I spent a good hour trying to figure out if the deposit/reservation is one strike or two... because if it's two I have to schlep my tookas down three flights of stairs to raise hell, (and since this is a Victorian building with 11 foot ceilings three flights of stairs is more than you'd think,)and I'm actually feeling kind of lazy right now... So I could use the ancient elevator, (which is a little frightening and has a smell) but if it's just one strike then I can delay raising hell until somebody else screws up... so, just public notice, they're on the second strike...
I've also been going through Craig's list to answer job ads... someone needs an internet marketing specialist, which means someone to list crap on eBay, but it pays good so what the hell, I used to be a Power Seller, so I can do that...
That's about it...
Tuesday, September 09, 2014
New Orleans drivers are interesting to say the least.
Many people in the city have just gave up, and rely on the public transit system. Which, after you figure it out, is pretty reliable.
Those who have a vehicle are a little batty.
As I speak, I'm saying at an outside table drinking my cafe au lait, watching the dog walkers (they do love their dogs here) the children walking to school in their uniforms, and the joggers.
There are also bicyclists.
I acknowledge that a bicycle is a great way to get around the city. I'm not sure that riding a bike down the white line in the middle of the road is a great idea. Especially if you're going the wrong way on a one way street. And I personally wouldn't wear a kilt while doing it, But thats just me...
Regardless, I drove professionally for a few years, and I think I actually honked my horn 6 times. These people love their horns.
I swear that some of these people only have a vehicle so they can have a horn. And they aren't honking for any good reason.
I just saw a guy honking at an 80 year old man in a crosswalk. 1) he's going as fast as he can and 2) if he drops dead from a heart attack, you're gonna be even more delayed. Just rudeness. I about picked up a brick and went over there to give him something to honk about.
And what's the use of honking at a garbage truck? There's two lanes, go around. Do you really want to annoy men who have ready access to throwable trash? Think about it.
I guess I'm just too mellow.
Monday, September 08, 2014
Sunday, September 07, 2014
Friday, September 05, 2014
Thursday, September 04, 2014
So, I made it. Im staying at St. Vincents again...
Monday, September 01, 2014
Saying goodbye to the flea
Sunday was my final day at the flea market... I'm leaving lots of friends behind me.
First of all... cotton candy factory, take note...this is what a farewell cake looks like. Just sayin'.