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Busy one: second annual pumpkin week in spring day one

23 Apr

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What to do with the remains of a can of pumpkin when one has much work to be done?

What to do when one is plagued with the harrowing duties we actors face, like looking at hundreds of pictures of our faces trying to find which headshot our new manager wants.
Tis harrowing, I say.
Devastating, depending on whether you agree with the manager on what pic to use.

Which we did:

He wanted one in which I look as pale as I actually am. I think perhaps I’ve been missing out on albino roles.

Friggin’ A. I’ve put on weight since the new year and still my arms are scrawny. I’m going to have to get over that. I could gain twenty pounds and my arms would probably maintain their twig status.

Today’s cooking was done while I labored to narrow down hundreds of shots to about five for the manager to choose between.
I dealt with the sensory assault of hundreds images of my blinding whiteness by assembling the most rapid thing I could to devour whilst working.

I decided to egg it.
Egg it. Everything can be worked into eggs.
Passion,
Ardor,
Love for les’ouefs.
Take a couple tablespoons of pumpkin and beat into an egg with some sage and thyme.
It is like Thanksgiving for breakfast.
Maybe I should start eating Thanksgiving everyday. That would be good.