03 November 2005 @ 10:25 pm
Paid $$$ to stay at home!
While I write this, I am being paid $5. As I slept this morning/afternoon, I was paid $30. For each Shatner that I take this eve, I will be garnered $2.50. Who in their right mind would pay me to wipe my Shatty ass? Why, the producers of X-Men 3, of course! Due to the current wind storm in Vancouver, they cancelled today's (err . . . tonight's) shoot and paid out $40 to each extra as cancellation pay. Considering I've been doing this for 1.5 years, now, this is the first time I've been paid to stay at home. Honestly, I wish it would have happened more often.
Theoretically, this is the 4th day of my night-shooting stint on X3, though have only been used on set twice. While it is nice to be paid for talking, playing cards, and eating their food I was more than glad when I finally made it to se, for I really did want to be used/seen in this movie.
In celebrity news, I exchanged pleasantries with Sir Ian on two occasions: once, when I noticed some old guy with a jacket labelled "Magneto" had wandered into the extras' dinner line, then shortly thereafte, whilst I enjoyed my food, he wandered through extras' holding. I find it strange that the only actors that have done this (socialize with the extras) are both top actors in their field and have BOTH been in Lord of the Rings with main parts.
I have been spending a good portion of my time, on set and in holding, with Danielle (whom I have added to my LJ friends list).
At this point, I would like to do two things:
1.) Apologize to Nox and Dani (whom I have only met three days ago) for any offence and/or uncomfortability that I might impart with the following enty, and,
2.) Demand an explanation from God as to why the **** he/she/it deems it necessary to introduce people into my life that are so eerily similar to Nox that it blows my sanity into atomic goo!!
Yes, I do realise I am attracted to punk/gothy-esque women, and any girl that shows intelligence and a passion for video games makes my jaw drop . . . but, seriously, KNOCK IT OFF! Their mannerisms and speech patterns were so freakishly alike I had to tell Dani to stop doing certain things and using certain expressions in my presence because of the Nox-stalgic factor. I've also been reaffirmed of the fact that I find problem ridden/vulnerable women as fodder for my overwhelming need to be the knight in shining armour . . .
Honestly, this situation has not been good for my emotional state; I'm already unhappily single, as it is, and all this has done is remind me about the only long-term relationship I've ever had. I've talked to Dani about the paradox I've found myself in and she agrees that even if she WAS interested in me beyond friendship (which she isn't) that it would be a self-destructive path chosen . . . it doesn't mean I'm any less attracted . . .
I'm partially glad that this has happened so close to my retirement from background performing and that I'll be moving away because I can see this nagging in the forefront of my mind for a while.
Unlike the contractual agreement I have signed with 20th Cent. Fox, I don't have a censor for the thoughts and feelings of my writing, nor do I particularly want one. I realise that both parties will inevitably read this post (mostly because there's only about 5 people that read this journal anyway) and, honestly, am ambivilent to that probability. All I'm really trying to convey (methinks) is my frustration over the fact that I miss having a life companion. That, and Irony has been pissing me off lately.
In other news, I think I'm going to pass out from exhaustion . . .
I've pasted the X3 related bits.
