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September 18, 2002
A chilling look at things to come
Today I went in to have my makeup done for the show I’m in. I needed it done this early for some photos that they took of me. I’ve never had this much makeup put on me before, as this character in this current play I’m in is described as being old and bald, both of which I currently am not.
For those interested, here’s how they turn you bald (without shaving your precious noggin): The makeup people take a bar a soap and rub it over the top of your head, whilst drying it with a hair dryer until it turns into a hard cake of thick soap. Then they cover the soap with a base colour to match your skin tone, after which they add lines to your face and head to make it look real and dimpled.
Within half an hour I got to see what I’ll look like 40 years from now. Wait, who are we kidding… probably 5 years from now, tops.
On the plus side, after the initial shock, it turns out I looked pretty good as an old man. That’s a relief.
Posted by gavin at 11:42 PM | Comments (0)
September 10, 2002
What the...
So dirty.
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September 07, 2002
Woot!
I just found out I got cast in a new play. I'm going to be playing Mr DePinna in "You can't take it with you," a character who, amoungst other things, spends a portion of stage time wearing a scantily clad Roman uniform. Time to start working my abs again, I guess.
This is great news. I didn't even think I'd get in this play since I didn't make it to the second set of callbacks. Surprise surprise.
Posted by gavin at 01:28 AM | Comments (0)
September 01, 2002
So long, employment
Today is my last day of work for the summer. My job is cleaning at a fancy restaurant in the early mornings when everyone has gone home. It seemed like a good job at first, since the pay was high and I got to work on my own without anyone looking over my shoulder. But as time went on, I began to understand how much I hate cleaning, especially the toilets. I seem to vaguely remember the reason I started university in the first place was so I would never have to clean up other people’s poo.
On the other hand, since not many other people like cleaning poo either the pay for this job was pretty good. So here was my predicament: quit the high paying job, or keep on working even though the toilets I had to clean were filthy? It wasn’t until I started to see things that I had no idea could come from another human being floating unflushed in the toilet bowl that I decided, by and large, it was time to leave the janitorial work to hardier people than I.
Posted by gavin at 12:35 AM | Comments (1)