Sometimes, we learn about processes or flaws in our processes and, as we learn them, we try our best to incorporate changes to correct them.  Such a flaw was pointed out to us this year, and as a result, a sharp-looking couple got lost in the shuffle.

So the Broken Wings awards would like to present Waterpail and Mrs. Waterpail with a Special, Honorary, Most Deserved, Recognition for Looking Damn Sexy at the Wings Awards.  The Award had previously been awarded to Bryan and Sarah, but a few votes came in late, and it put the Waterpails in the lead.

I love self-righteous people.  They always make me laugh, because they are so concerned with their own images and how they appear to others that they are NEVER consistent in how they’re perceived. 

I was emailed a diatribe yesterday from a fellow actor who pointed out that there was "bashing" of a certain director who was honored at Wings Awards this past Tuesday night.  This actor asserted that preaching "respect" for the director was obviously a hypocritical move on the part of those taking part in the bashing.

That actor obviously forgets the many and varied temper tantrums they through during rehearsals, where at one point, the words actually left this actor’s mouth: "No, I absolutely refuse to do that.  I think that’s bad directing."

I remember that distinctly.  Because it immediately set into motion my disgust for amateurs.

I use that word because experience means nothing if you’ve learned nothing from it.  And to stand before an entire cast of people and REFUSE to do something because YOU think it’s a bad idea.. ain’t your job, babe.  I don’t care if you’re a paid actor.. if you throw THAT temper tantrum, you are behaving as an amateur.  And if you were raised in MY school of theatre, the director would’ve politely said, "Okay, thank you for your ideals.  We will no longer be needing you in this show.  Please have a great day.  Producer?  Could you call one of the other 200 people who auditioned and WANTED to do this show?"

I did disagree with several things that occurred during that show.  And I discussed it with the director privately.  But I always, ALWAYS made an attempt at it before I argued it.  Because it’s not my show.  Or yours.  It’s the directors.

And as Fred so succinctly instilled in me, "It’s not for you or me to see.  We have to help them see what they’re looking for."

She earned her award.  I didn’t see YOU standing.

Me and my Waterpail.  I am so lucky to have such attractive friends.  More pics to follow.

Yesterday was the most amazing day off EVER.  It was so perfect.  The weather was lovely, I had nothing pressing to do.. in fact, I did everything I’m NOT supposed to do.  I got up early.  I went to a coffee shop and splurged on a pumpkin spice latte.  With WHOLE MILK.  I ate lunch.  I napped in front of the tv.  Then I moved to my bed and napped there.  For dinner, I ATE FAST FOOD.  And I didn’t exercise AT ALL.  It was such an incredibly lavish day.  It’s the little things.

Oh, and I bought a new antenna topper.  For the life of my car, it’s had an 8 ball on the antenna.. a gift when I was in Louisiana.  No, I’m not a crackhead (and for those who don’t understand the connection.. yay for you!), but I’m not a really good pool player, either.  My friend Jen Jen would go out with Married Guy and Cory B to pool halls, and we’d play pool, boys against girls.  And while I really suck at the technical aspect of the game, I have an innate skill when it comes to sinking the 8 ball.  And calling it.  So we never lost.  Ever.  It’s amazing.  But, time had worn my 8 ball to a mere black piece of rubber, so I did the right thing and replaced it.  It now has a pink rubber breast-cancer ribbon on top.

I’m in a moral dilemma.  At what point do you look at a potential show and realize that you’d rather do it if you ONLY had a stellar cast?  There are auditions coming up this weekend, and to the best of my knowledge only two men are auditioning for it.  I know these men well (and know what they’re capable of doing onstage), and neither one of them is right (in my humble opinion) for the role.  This IS my favorite show ever.. but do I want to do it if I don’t believe in the casting?  Things that make you go.. hmm.

I am so addicted to America’s Next Top Model, and last night was an interactive one (whether or not the directors knew it is still up in the air).  The models were filming commercials for Secret Platinum Protection deoderant, and at the end of the scripted spot, they look in the camera and say, "What’s my secret? (insert model’s secret here)".  This inspired me.  They all came up with pretty boring secrets (fear of heights, eating icre cream in bed, etc), so I made up some of my own..

WHAT’S MY SECRET?

Make your own Secret commerical today!

Today promises to be slow.  We’re still in limbo over here, so productivity is DOWN.  You will hear from me again.

Contain your anticipation.