It Aired!
The show aired last night. Really exciting. They cut out the part where I make eye contact with the lawyer, but you can see me in the background. It's definitely me! I'm pretty jazzed about this one.
I even got a shout-out in Television Without Pity! Check it out:
And now, a word about Good Samaritan. If I didn't know that was Noah Hathaway, I could have guessed based on the glassy look in his eyes. Is the Good Samaritan supposed to be homeless, or just Hathaway? I had avoided reading his weblog entries about shooting this show, because I didn't want them to influence how I received his performance, but now that I've seen him, I can firmly say that you should never, ever, visit his site.
I love that. Glassy eyed! That's so cool. They just don't pay those recappers enough.
Posted by boxey at 4:32 pm on 3/19/2005 | Comments (0)
My Book
Got some great news. There's this publisher who wants to collect my weblog entries and make them into a book! I've always wanted to be a published author.
Turns out that through some oddities of the U.S. Postal Regulations, it's cheaper to mail advertising out if there's some "editorial content" bound in as a part of the package. And they picked me!
So when you get this spring's Adam & Steve Sex Toy Catalog in the mail, don't flip to the good parts first! Instead, sit down with a cup of tea and read about that time that I got really, really mad at Patrick MacNee at a Galactica convention. And other great anecdotes about my cats!
If you don't get the Adam & Steve catalog, drop me a line and I'll put you on their list.
Posted by boxey at 2:13 am on 3/10/2005 | Comments (0)
Shooting Day
Shot the episode today. I'm exhausted, but so excited! In the scene, one of the lawyers on the show trips and falls, and I pick them up! Then they say, "Thank you."
It was awesome. I can't wait to see it when it airs.
Posted by boxey at 11:39 pm on 2/27/2005 | Comments (0)
Blogger Can You Spare a Part?
Ron Moore won't return my calls. I don't want a job -- I promised Dirk -- but I want to let him know that if he ever wants someone to play Boxey's dad, or uncle, or gym teacher, I might be able to be talked into it. A guy's gotta eat.
Posted by boxey at 8:43 pm on 2/25/2005 | Comments (0)
Got the Job
Around eleven, the phone rang. It was Morty. "Well, I heard from casting."
"Oh?"
"You're getting the job. But they've changed the part. The character's not named Wally anymore."
"Frankie?"
"What?"
"Is he named Frankie now? I've always wanted to be named Frankie."
"No, Noah, he isn't named Frankie. He's named Good Samaritan Number One. And it's not a speaking part anymore."
"Wait a second -- do you mean they were so impressed with my audition that they changed the role to suit me?"
"Yeah, pretty much," Morty says, and sighs.
"How much does being an extra pay these days?" I ask Morty.
He says it's 100 bucks for the day. 100 bucks! That's more than Dirk Benedict has made in the last five years.
Posted by boxey at 1:23 pm on 2/23/2005 | Comments (0)
Auditioning Barefoot
So I'm driving across town when my phone rings. First thing I think is, something's wrong with Skippy. He's had a bad hairball for the past couple of days, and I'm worried that it might be making him uncomfortable.
But it's not. It's just Morty again, making sure I'm going to be at the audition on time. "Yeah, Morty," I reassure him. "I'm driving over there right now."
The audition is in this bizarre corner of New Jersey that I've never been to before, and when I'm about two blocks away, I park the car because I've found a pretty decent parking space, and I really hate to overshoot and park past wherever I'm going. The problem this time is, I didn't realize that I was just about at the crest of a hill. There's a 20 percent grade between me and the bottom of the hill, which is where the audition is going to be.
I slowly walk down the hill, careful not to scuff my shoes or risk anything that might mess up my hair -- important since they're my two best talents. When I'm about halfway down, I hear something happening behind me. I turn around to see this beautiful blonde girl in high heels walking down the hill. She's really struggling. And all of a sudden, she trips and falls. She hits face-first, and then gravity proceeds to pull her down the steep hill all the way to the bottom. I step out of the way as she passes by. One of her pumps -- heel broken off -- flies off her as she goes by. I pick it up.
When I get to the bottom of the hill, she's still sorting herself out. I hand her the missing shoe. "Thanksh," she says, and it's clear that a couple of her teeth have been knocked askew. "I'm here for thish audishsh."
Is she bleeding on me? "Me too," I say, and help her up the building's steps and into the audition room. She's limping a bit, but other than the fat lip, bloody knee, and broken heel, she looks pretty hot. Sort of like she had just been through a catfight at a beauty pageant. Or on a date with Lorne Greene. Heyo!
A very young casting assistant comes out to greet me and looks down the sign-in sheet. "Are you Noah?
I almost laughed out loud. "No. No, I'm -- wait a minute, yes I am." I think maybe I'm still worried about the blood.
He told me to wait a few minutes, and before long I was ushered in to a dark room. I was reading for the part of Mike, a good samaritan. Yesterday I decided to go a little dark with the part. Sort of like a Good Samaritan on heroin in order to reduce the pain from the bullets that the doctors couldn't remove because they were too close to the spleen or something.
"Thanks for coming in, Noah," they said afterward. "That was really interesting."
I hope that comment, plus the weird eye-rolling thing they were doing when I left, means I got the part! I really need the rent money.
Posted by boxey at 10:18 pm on 2/22/2005 | Comments (1)
Can I Take Your “Order”?
I was at the grocery store buying Chuckles some of the wet food she likes so much when I got the call from Morty, my agent. I love Morty because he's not like other agents -- he doesn't actually get me any work, but he's polite and showers weekly.
Morty says, "Noah, you won't believe it. I got you an audition."
He was right. I didn't believe it. He hasn't gotten me an audition in years. But I guess my improv work at Mime College had gotten me some attention. Finally, that Walking in the Wind crap had paid off.
"Wait a second, Morty," I said. "It's not for that new Battlestar Galactica, is it? Because I promised Dirk Benedict that I wouldn't cave like Hatch did."
No, Morty assured me, it wasn't for "Galactica." It was, instead, for a part on a popular crime drama. I won't mention the name of the show, so let's just say that it's one of the longest running shows on TV and it's produced by Dick Wolf.
Anyway, I've spent the last two hours vomiting, and I'm off to the sauna now for some sweating. Gotta get down to my fighting weight for the audition.
Posted by boxey at 11:45pm on 2/21/2005 | Comments (0)
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