It runs for only 3:56, so I'm not asking you to waste too much of your life.
As for still photographs, I've switched my primary photo once again. It's my most recent. The next two are both from a character study portfolio by celebrity photographer, Mo Costello.
(Mentioning photographers, I suspect that some of the pictures posted by members might have been taken by Matthew Brady, around the time of the Battle of Bull Run. Please post only shots taken during the twenty first century.)
Anyway, I'll probably keep this super hairy look until I get a role requiring me to be better groomed, or until I connect with someone who prefers me less hirsute. As for now, I'll look into opportunities as SANTA CLAUS. What do you think?
This has seem to be turning into some kind of BLOG, although I'm not altogether sure what constitutes a "blog." In any case, my entries are in reverse, with the most current in the lead.
So, an update: I completed the movie I describe below, finishing with still another freezing scene. Since then, I've been cast for a feature film, as the CARETAKER of a haunted hotel on Block Island. Not a big role, but maybe I'll get to meet the ghost of the character I last portrayed. I spoke (wrote?) too soon. I've been "bumped" from that role - replaced by a "horror movie icon," all so the movie can get wider distribution. HEY! I think I'm pretty scary looking. I'm still in the movie, though - maybe I'll terrify a few people anyway.
Now, in what follows, you'll see snippets of my drive to achieve the OKCupid 1,000 words plateau. I have now apparently achieved that goal, and am immensely proud to have been granted such a lofty purpose in life. Now I wonder what I can do to amuse myself. Any ideas?
However, please don't be intimidated by that. I am, at heart, a simple soul who has not let the above mentioned fame go to his head. Basically, I'm an active man, essentially a romantic, and definitely a "serial monogamist."
Oh, in case you don't notice, I'm having a lot of fun doing this. If you begin to suspect that we might share a peculiar sense of humor - frightening as that may be - please get in touch with me. A quick wit will get me every time.
The rest of this section is a bit outdated, but I'm leaving it in so I don't have to try to come up with something newsworthy.
Now, since the OKC Gestapo has been bugging me to get this thing up to 1,000 words, I'll add this: At this writing, I've just begun shooting a new movie. I play an 80-year-old. I know, it's a "reach," but I can do it! In my first scene (the film's last) I drown . . . oops, don't want to give away the ending.
UPDATE: Just completed my final day of shooting for the above scene. Let me tell you, barefoot and shirtless on an ocean beach, with the temperature in the thirties - it gets pretty chilly. At least the director slipped me a $100 bill for gas money.
How am I doing on words?
However, I have never received any public recognition - recognition for my designs themselves, yes; for myself as the designER, no. This is not unique to me. Very few industrial designers get any recognition for their creations.
I have received quite a bit of recognition for my acting, though - good for the ego, but I get more satisfaction from simply knowing that I've done my best in my performances.
How am I doing on words?
How am I doing on words?
Since 1996, I've seen only six movies in actual theaters, and I've been IN four of those.
On TV, I've enjoyed seeing, on network programs, friends with whom I've acted on stage. On rare occasions, I even see myself. In one movie I saw on TV, there was the very same antique car that I'd driven in another film, ten years later.
How am I doing on words? Are we there yet?
A little money to spend when I get there.
Pencil and paper for my constant doodling.
Model-making tools for my design projects.
Any opportunity to do something- ANYTHING- creative.
An occasional role on stage, or in a film.
Come on, now! I must have close to 1,000 words by now! Give me a break, here! I'm an old man. Do you think I want to spend the rest of my days pecking at this keyboard? By the way, what happens if I do reach 1,000? Are there bells and smells? A parade, maybe?
BUT, my experiences here on OKC have been wonderful, so far.
Update on the above: So far, I've been doing pretty well. I'm beginning to suspect that I may not have to spend the rest of my life alone, although being alone has never bothered me.
I've found that many women are turned off by this, as well as by some of my other "faults." I'm always open about this. I figure that, if there's something about me that you don't like, better to get it out there and over with. Neither of us needs to waste time on something that has no potential of going anywhere.
Even if you're not interested in me, romantically, I always enjoy friendly notes. (Please see my opening comment)
PLEASE, NO WINKS!
If you're not interested enough to bother to write something, I can't be bothered responding.
LAST WORD: If you happen to see my thumbnail pop up in your visitors list, and I haven't written to you, it's usually because your profile tells me that I'm too old for you, or I've seen some other critical requirement that isn't evident until I've read your profile. On the other hand, it might be that I'm just not in the mood to write. Maybe I just hate you. Whatever, feel free to write me and chew me out.
SPECIAL NOTE: If you've written to me in the past, and I haven't replied, it's probably because I was going through a phase when I was isolating. Now, when I have good intentions of going back and replying to those I've missed, I think that some of my old messages have been deleted. Anyway, feel free to try me again.
Oh, I'd really appreciate it if you were to count my words, and let me know my score. I'm too lazy to do it, and I'd really like to know if I'm getting close to achieving OKC Nirvana.
At last! I think I've done it! The red line has disappeared, so either I've reached the magic number of 1,000, or they've given up badgering me. Funny, I don't feel any different - just a faint flush of pride.