I got a call today from the writer of the film “19 Doors”. I had auditioned for her in the latter part of 2007. I sadly didn’t get the part as they felt I looked to “young” for the part. Still, I must have made an impression on her.

Today while I was working (putting down 4 year olds for a nap) my cell phone vibrated at my hip. I couldn’t answer (I was putting 4 year olds down for a nap after all) so I let it go to voice mail. A few minutes later it rang again (still working) so it went to voice mail again. A few hours later, when I was done for the day I saw that one of the missed calls was from home and the other from a number I didn’t know. I called home first.

My mom told me I had gotten a call from the lady I had auditioned for “19 Doors” about some film festival and that she sounded very excited and wanted to know what I was doing and so on. I told my mom I would get the voice mail and go from there. She explained how they were taking part in the 48 Hour Pittsburgh Film Project and if I would be available on Saturday. I called back (because of course I am) and left a message.

About an hour later I heard back from her and she gave me the details, if they needed me they would let me know by around 6:30 this evening. Well, they do and tomorrow I will be shooting my first film. Non-paying, independent but still cool.

To find out more about all this here are some links. I will be sure to keep you all updated.

http://www.48hourfilm.com/

http://www.48hourfilm.com/pittsburgh/

I love the way little kids see the world. It can keep me in stitches. Just yesterday I learned something yesterday that I had never known before:

“Clouds are actually very small, wet circles”

I had to giggle.

Once again while waiting at the DMV I was amazed by the amount of people there just waiting and wasting their lives away. It’s not like we had any choice, but still.  What was interesting was how different the wait was from let’s say, just five years ago, thanks to the miracle of texting and checking email on your cell phone.

While I was talking to my mom I made the comment that the waiting room looked and felt like the waiting room in the film “Beetlejuice” (beetlejuice, beetlejuice). The fella sitting next to my mom looked up and said “Oh my god! I just texted that to my friend”.

He felt we had a moment. We didn’t.

We’ve all been to the DMV at some time or another in our lives. So everyone can relate. It seems to be the one place on earth that readily has the strangest mix of people. Rich, poor, every color, nationality, you name it. All under one roof, in one small room, reading 5 year old magazines and holding on to their little paper numbers, praying that they get out of there before midnight.

However, why are there are so many insane people there as well? Just recently I went along with my mother to get her new state drivers license. We were at the DMV for nearly 2.5 hours, at least. And in that time span I heard and saw enough to make a movie, write a book and have more than one blog post. So here is he first installment:

A rather large woman was sat behind me. She had been there for quite some time (I knew this because she felt it necessary to talk to the woman next to her like she was across the room). I also know she was on welfare because while she was on her cellphone with her sister she asked at least four times “HAS THE WELFARE CHECK COME IN YET?” (her sister was obviously deaf, buried under concrete and had terrible cell phone reception). But none of that prepared me for what was about to come next.

The lady next to her asked her about the angel tattoo she had on her ample breast. It was obviously fresh ink, so she wanted the story. Turns out that this diamond of woman got the tattoo because her mother recently died. The tattoo represented her mother, who was now in heaven (guess she missed the day in Sunday school where you learn A: All angels are male B: Humans don’t become angels. Wait, I digress). Okay, nice thought. Ink for mama. But, oh it gets better. It turns out this is also a lucky tattoo. You see, the tattoo of her mother is now her guardian angel because since she has got it one man gave her gold necklaces and other jewelry and another man gave her, get this, a quart of oil for her car. This got the very gay man in line to start laughing and about the rest of the room as well.

That’s just so awesome. Jewelry and oil for a tattoo. Maybe if she hadn’t of spent her welfare money on $100 tattoo she wouldn’t have to be excited by that type of thing. But that could be just me.

Kid shirts are generally cute, but there is a trend in children’s clothing that I do not like. The shirts for young girls that have writing on them like “My boyfriend thinks I am at the movies”, “I want your boyfriend”, “You know you want me” and countless other tasteless topics.

I mean, why not have your four year old or eight year old daughter wear a shirt that simply says “Prostitute in training”, “Barely Legal” or “You know you want to fuck me.” No, those would be too offensive right? Or what about the boys? Why aren’t they wearing “The Mac Daddy”, “Pimp”, or “I don’t pay child support bitch” t-shirts. Maybe that would be far too tasteless as well.