I can’t stop laughing, but I just got asked to be in a movie. He (the writer/director and probably producer/camera-man/gaffer/snack table foreman/etc.) is going to email me the synopsis. That’s good bc I didn’t understand much of what he was trying to tell me. Something about Africa (and maybe Bono?). It was pretty vague. I’ve seen him around and we have had casual conversations in the past but it’s clear now – all this time he was sizing me up for talent. (Well if his talent insticts are any indication of the rest of the production, it’s not looking good for our indie director).

I tried to tell him that this isn’t my thing but you know no one listens to you anyway. As it turns out, I am not really an actor. Don’t get me wrong, I know the “business” of course. My resume includes going to movies, watching movies, buying dvd’s, reading about, even blogging about them. But then again, if Keanu Reeves can do it and I am better looking than Steve Buscemi …