So I always seem to live in this little trouble spot between November and the end of the year. Basically, as advertisers begin to cater to Christmas consumers, I begin to think of what I want for Christmas. I really narrow it down ot those things I want and then I consider buying them because I'm not sure if I'll actually get them for Christmas. This becomes an issue for a number of reasons:
What a waste to buy something I'm going to receive as a gift anyway.
If I buy something and tell people who might be considering getting that as a gift for me for Christmas, I'm sort of screwing them over because then they have to go figure out something else.
If I buy something and don't tell anyone, if I do end up receiving it then I have the lousy hassel of trying to return it; which brings about it's own dilemnas including finding the receipt, driving out to wherever I got it, potentially having to deal with store credit or other some such bullshit.
Spending money I ought to be using for OTHER people's Christmas gifts.
So far I've managed not to really buy much of anything. God willing, I'll make it to the 25th.
Thanksgiving has now come and gone and Edna joined our family once again. She can't really afford the trip back home as she just visited to be a bridesmaid in her friend's wedding. This winter holiday should spin out a little different than usual as Edna will also be joining us for Christmas. She says I should anticipate a lot of crying. It's hard for me to imagine being away from home on Christmas, but I know it's going to happen. Maybe soon. I've talked with Edna about maybe moving to England for grad school and who knows if I'd be able to come home for Christmas then. At some point I'll be married and I'll either have to split the holiday with my spouse or have our own. It's strange to think of that looming on a very near horizon.
***
So the cherries...
First and foremost the house was broken in, christened if you will, we broke champagne on the side and sent her into harbor, we slapped it's bottom and it started crying, etc. etc. We had our housewarming party on last Friday and it was intense. The straight-laced gang of the nearby Catholic college, the sorority girls, the lesbians, my odd crew and the few randoms made for an interesting mixture. Mercedes and I chipped in and bought 4 half-G's of the bottomest of bottom shelf liquors (we did avoid monarch however because people seem to recognize it and refuse to drink it); vodka, rum, whiskey, and tequila, respectively. Jacques bought a lot of beer (5 12-packs I think), and the rest, as they say, is history.
I had to work but when I arrived at 10 or so, the vodka was completely drained, and the rest of bottles looked like they had seen a fair amount of action. I set to work on some of the whiskey on ice (my usual) and learned how to play beer pong. One is wont to ask, how did I make it through college without learning this game of skill and wit? I'm not sure myself. But I was never really at parties where people had sufficient space for the necessary table.
The bulk of the night was a blur of me meeting people, shots thrust into my hand, and a buddy of mine and I singing rousing choruses of smell_yo_dick. My girlfriend threw pistachios at some girl who was passed out on the couch. I was breathed heavily on by my roommie's gay best friend. I came, I drank, I drunk dialed. All in all it was a great evening, followed by a difficult and disgustingly messy morning. Good times had by all.
The other cherry was the first frozen precip of the season. It came around noon-ish as Jacques, Mercedes, Edna and I stepped into a restaurant to get some hangover Pho. I think I was actually the first person in Seattle to see it because when I noticed it the snow was just pinpricks and there was hardly any falling from the sky. Within the hour, snow was dumping up and down the Puget Sound. This eventually led to the Pacific storm which led to Washington being declared a state of emergency. But hey, first snow. Hopefully there's more to come.
So about a year ago around this time, I would arrive home with the brisk autumn-turning-winter air still chilling my bones. It was usually late, after rehearsal, and I wanted a nightcap to round out the evening. For the turning of the seasons I had recently purchased some brandy (not that it matters, but specifically this brandy) and while rummaging through my cupbaord full of tea I found some Swiss Miss hot chocolate packs. A match made in heaven.
I'm not sure how many I made last night, but at some point I was pouring almost 50/50 hot choco to brandy.
So I think I'm getting sick again. I thought I had thwarted The Sickness, but The Sickness is a tricky fellow. He lies dormant for days or even weeks then suddenly explodes in a volcano of congestion lava flows, explosive sneezes, and ash plumes of sinal pressure. In my brief 20-some years on Earth I have basically developed two defenses; one of which I copletely abandoned.
The first is denial. One can see how this might prove ineffective. Essentially I would just pretend I didn't have any sort of cold or flu symptons and try to live my life as regularly as possible. If things got bad, I would try to not go out or maybe grab a nap during the day. If things got especially bad I would drink some tea, maybe have a lozenge (maybe), try to eat an orange or two, and in extreme cases take some sort of decongestant or something along those lines. I employed this technique mostly in college, particularly around Dead_Week. It never really worked and as soon as I "let my guard down" whatever bug was in me had it's disgusting, muscous-y way with me.
My new technique is a little something I like to call Preemptive Strike. Basically when I feel a scenario which may even closely resemble some form of The Sickness I pop an Airborne every 12-24 hours, suck 3-4 Coldeze a day, drink anywhere from 16 to 40 oz. of tea, eat oranges like they were going out of style, and (if I have access to any) chug 1 or 2 Emergen-C or some similar Vitamin C packets. I can't tell you how well this works. Seriously. A lot of times I'll do this for 2 or 3 days tops and whatever symptons I may have had are gone never to return again. Presumably sent where all germs eventually go, to that great petry dish in the sky.
This time however, The Sickness caught me at the worst of times. In the middle of my move, where my supplies are mostly packed away or otherwise inaccesible, right during a transition into a cold, semi-drafty house. The Bastard. And to make matters worse things really hit hard today. When I have a professional audition.
11/4/07, 12:25 am Subject: It's cold. It's fucking cold.
So, a lot happened tonight. Well, today and tonight. We'll start with the day. It's less exciting.
I had an audition for my "Retailtainment" job. I felt like I did a fantastic job on the monologue. And considering I thought it was an excellent choice. I mean I really felt liek I nailed it. My only confirmation to this idea is that one (of the maybe six auditors) laughed. However point in my favor, she repeated one of the jokes back laughing after I had finished. Just sayin'. So anyway, that part went well. I got the callback for tomorrow and that's when I figure out if this job will work for me. Interesting. I keep looking for a "job that will work for me," rather than the other way round.
Nintendo is still on the horizon.
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In other news, tonight worlds collided. I met Regan. I dated Regan's former best friend Katherine, of whom I previously spoke anonymously. Damn. We were introduced and I looked at her and she looked at me.I said, "I don't even really think a handshake is appropriate. Shall we just forego the formalities and..."I held out my arms for a hug."Yes. Yes, I think we should. It's been too long.""We have some catching up to do.""Yes. Yes, we do."
***
Strange how that all works.
11/4/07, 11:54 pm
It is night #2 if I'm counting correctly. While I was out I think my roommates turned the heat up slightly because it has risen from just colder than sweater weather (inside our house) to slightly warm. Or at least, I find it slightly warm. On the whole, I tend to prefer it cooler. Whatevs. Internets come not tomorrow but the next day. They couldn't get here any quicker. There's some decent connections nearby but they all have passwords. And the ones without Don't have strong enough signals.
I did the audition and callback for my "Retailtainment" job. It actually sounds ok. If it's as good as they say it is, I will take this job and shove my other two. And I will pay off my credit card debt and really start pounding away at my student loans. Also, I'm going to plan a trip with Edna. I want to show her Europe. Granted I've only seen a little but I think first thing I want to take her to Paris and London. London more to see as many old friends from Hull as possible. Paris because I loved staying there. And I think she will too. But first I have to get the job. And it has to be as good as they say. It's always tough to trust testimonials because the bad stories don't stick around to testify. And the good ones are the ones trying to hire you.
I have so much to figure out.
If I get this job it will be my 7th* since I graduated 16 months ago.
*This does not count a few one-day temp jobs I did.
11/5/07, 11:35 pmSubject: Settling.
I'm settling into the new house nicely. It's by no means perfect (for God's sake it's a rental). It is however close. So many thing to tell you about. I'll just do the pro/con thing, I was always somewhat of a fan of that.
Pro: It's a house. Which basically is to say there is lots of room to move around in. It's not one of those houses with tons of crazy, werid storage spaces (I'm talking weird hall cupboards and linen closets in strange places; although there's something to be said for the upstairs closets...), but the rooms are large which is very nice. There's plenty of windows which brings me to...
Pro: We have the most spectacular view ever. As soon as I get a damn digital camera (Santa I'm counting on you for this one), I will show you in pictorial form. Here's basically where the house is located. We can see the freeway, but we're high enough on the hill to have a sweeping panorama which includes (left to right) downtown, Space Needle and Seattle Center, the West side of Queen Anne Hill, Lake Union, Gas Works Park and more North Seattle/U-District/Fremont cityscape. It's seriosuly unbelievable. I'm totally stoked for the two firework holidays. (1 & 2)
Con: The house is chilly. Ok it's downright cold. But to be fair we refuse to turn up the heat. If it's especially cold and we're all home it goes up to 65 for the evening/night. Otherwise it's like 50 or 55. The largeness of the rooms allows for some draftiness, plus there's the basement and front door which seem to afford the most chill. We're still learning the in's and out's of the house and I must say our learning curve is quick to discover where heat can be saved. Everyday is a little bit warmer.
Pro: It definitely has that used old house charm.
Con: It definitely has that used old house charm. Too much charm in some places. There are areas that seem to be falling to bits. Our stove and upstairs bathroom in particular. I'm not sure how much work are landlords actually do.
Pro: It is a major party/post-party or bars crash house. The setup is perfect with plenty of places to sleep and more to come. I'm so excited about the housewamring party you have no idea.
Pro: I was worried about two things while moving out of the old apartment. 1) Losing the view. Which was particularly trying since I felt like I never really enjoyed it all that much. In the mornings it was too bright cause the sun was right in your eyes. And in the evenings it was too dark to see anything. For the record I can't help but appreciate our current view, even when I'm just running out to my car for something. That seriousy happened earlier today. 2) Losing the seasons. When I first moved into my old place it was summer, the surrounding trees were in a flourish of blooms. As fall appraoched, the great big maple leaves floated to teh ground and were carried up and down the block by the wind. When winter came around it generally turned to brown much but the snow looked absolutely havenly in all the foliage which lined the streets. Then spring rolled around again. The streets seemed to have sleared themselves and the bright green leaves surrounded us in shadowy canopy once again. Can you blame me for not wanting to lose that? We stepped out side the other day Mercedes, Jacques and I discussing something abotu the house when suddenly all six of our eyes were pulled upward. The wind was cascading a shower of helicopter seeds, large and small leaves, and twigs which seem to come from all directions. There is really only one way to relate it to you:
No, seriously. Go to 2:40. That's what it was like. Mercedes and I broke out into song.
Con: I can't go fifteen minutes without realizing I need something, that I haven't packed up and moved yet. This con shall repair itself by the end o' the month.
Pro: My room is awesome. I was worried because originally I wanted the other upstairs bedroom. The big one. The big one with the view. Jacques tells me however that the howl of the freeway is too much. And I imagine all those large windows make it colder in the winter and pericingly bright in the evenings, espcially in summer as the days lengthen.My bed also fits in my closet. Which allows me to turn the bulk of the room into a place to entertain, or play video games, or to work, respectively. Most importantly, without the distraction of my bed. My sister Amanda said she might even buy a futon for me to put in there because she's staying with me during her spring field study in Seattle.
Pro: Mini-bookshelf in the bathroom. 'Nuff said.
That's all I can think of for the moment. I'm pretty tired so I think I'll go to bed, but rest assured there will be more to come as far as house updates go.
So my clutch was getting pretty messy, I think I might have mentioned it (near the bottom). This does not actually depict the excruciating anxiety it was causing me. I just knew it was going to cost me and arm and a leg, they were probably going to have to do something stupidly expensive and time consuming like replace my whole clutch. On Jacques' reccomendation I took the old girl to Barnecut's. They were single handedly the easiest, quickest, most honest, least expensive auto repair shop I've ever dealt with. IN. MY. LIFE.
If you live in Seattle- If you live in King County- If you live in the Puget Sound Region- If you live in the State of Washington, take your vehicle there. I can almost guaruntee you won't regret it.
So I sent my headshot and resume to another audition today and for the first time I felt bad about it. Why, you ask? Why feel bad about attempting your passion? Your field of study for 5 long years at University? Your very hopes and dreams?
I have 2 words for you. Unfortunately someone combined them into 1:
"Retailtainment."
I'm already ashamed and I don't even know if I'll get the part. They even put it in quotes in the audition posting. Some company in Seattle, is hiring 5 people. I have some questions like how much travel does it entail? Is the posted stipend accurate (in which case schweeeeet)? And just how flexible is my schedule? But it could be a good spot for me if the answers to all those questions are what I hope they are.
So Mercedes and I moved a good deal of our things into the new house today. Mercedes did everything except the big stuff; couches, tv's, bed, etc. I moved... well, whatever was still pretty much boxed up from when I moved into this place. I plan on going through all my things. There will be 3 piles: things to take home, things to keep, things to get rid of. That third pile will either be sold, donated, thrown away, or otherwise disposed of. Jacques and I had it out for who will get the primo upstairs room. He won when he offered an additional $50 for rent. Lowering my rent ever so slightly. My room has two closets of unnatural size and I'm almost certain one of them will fit my bed. It happens to have a window so I'm going to sleep in there and then do something with the rest of the room. A desk first and foremost. Than a spot for my bookshelf and tv. I may even put a futon or something. Short a kitchen and a bathroom, I nearly have my own studio. I was thinking of offering Jacques another proposal. He keeps us stocked with the bathroom necessaries (toilet paper, kleenex, soap), I keep the bathroom clean. I haven't decided if I'll actually propose that or not.
On the not so upside, we knocked on the door to walk the house one more time and the current tenants let us in. As we walked the house with them, they told us about all the horrible things about the house and, more importantly, how compeltely awful our landlords apparently are. Needless to say, Mercedes and I were a bit taken aback. Supposedly the tenants before them, took our landlords to small claims court. And the current tenants are really worried about their deposit. I feel a little secure knowing that Mercedes' brother is a lwayer and her good friend Nico's uncle works to make sure landlords obey rental laws. But still. Why is my life always complicated? On the upside, they were tossing some IKEA end tables, some hangers, a lamp and some other useful stuff that now they're just giving to us. Also I'm finally going to live out my dream of having a bookshelf in the bathroom. I've always wanted (preferably directly across from the toilet) a little shelf (I always imagine it built into the wall, but this is just a small little shelf, so it will serve due) with good bathroom reading material, toilet paper, and matches etc. I just really like the idea. Scott made a make-shift one in our dorm bathroom out of some old file folders. It was fantastic, until we took too many showers and it fell apart.
Notes to self: [ ] do very thorough walk-through with documentation [ ] actually go through all your junk (aka the "sum of your life") [ ] take car in for diagnostic [ ] email people for 2nd job
So I went to see a play tonight. While I was sitting in my seat, pouring over the program materials for lack of something better to do, an old buddy of mine from undergrad spotted me. He waved hello and we both made to step over the seats to greet each other for a moment, that is until we realized this was not the sort of theater where that might be appropriate. So we resolved ourselves til the one-act was over. Two peppers in a sea of salt that is professional theatre audiences. We got to talking after the show and I realized 3 things.
1) He is still in school and overloaded, typical for him, I had this flush of reassurance. "He hasn't changed a bit," I thought to myself. But as I began to tell him what I was doing, I realized neither had I. Not a bit since college. I used to always have 3 or 4 projects going. Too many balls in the air, just barely keeping them all up. And I'm still doing the same thing. one job, starting another, plus rehearsals. And auditions of course. Not to mention the side projects I latch onto; be they moving out of my apartment, starting an herb garden, or making liquer. Not one bit.
2) I am constantly reminded that I feel like Death is knocking on Theatre's door. Seeing all the various shades of white hair made me wonder what's going to happen when there's no more of that generation. There were some young people in the crowd tonight, but the startling gap of baby-boomer-aged folks is alarming. It makes me fear for the livelihood of the art. We are a dying breed. Please go see some live theatre this next week.
3) Our discussion hiccupped only momentarily when he told me of the death of our dear friend's dad. I was in absolute shock. I had not even known that man well; met him just once I think, briefly after a show. And now he was dead. As I was leaving the theater and driving home, I was struck with something about that death. Something about death's sheer chance. Or death's sheer certainty. The combination of randomness, inevitablity, and finality are all too much.
Edna told me as we were moving to Seattle she was terrified about running into an old boyfriend of hers. This guys was, once upon a time, a pretty big deal. She moved to Washington for him. She refers to their break up as "The Divorce." I don't know how long they dated, but needless to say it was a big deal. Finally one day when we were talking I asked her:
"What's the big deal? Are you afraid you'll still like him?" "No! It's not that." "What is it then?" "I just don't want to have to deal with him. I don't want to have to meet him, or see him, or make the awkward small talk. Ug. My stomach is sick just thinking about it."
We went back to whatever it was we were doing, but I won't lie, I still did not feel totally enlightened. Until one day walking to work...
I was walking to Starbucks, I had to open that day so it was probably around 4am or so, when suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw someone. This certain someone I had not dated particularly long but each time I drove by, through, around, or near her neighborhood I got tense. Very tense. The last thing I wanted was to see her. It's not even that we parted on particualrly bad terms (although to be fair, I wouldn't call them great terms). But I got naueated just thinking about the situation. And shit, now she was right there. Blatantly going home drunk with some guy, and I was looking right at them as they went into his apartment building.
After a few seconds of staring (good thing I didn't have my glasses on, right?) I figure out it wan't her. And probably weirded both of them out. A lot.
It was at that moment I knew. I understood, exactly what she was talking about. Every damn word of it. Oh and it was awful. It made me want to puke.
...
Very recently my nervousness and anxiety built up again. I was confronted with the very real notion that I might not have to see her just once, but repeatedly. And potentially frequently. My roommate Mercedes was good friends with her when we started seeing each other, a fact I had compeltely forgot about until after we signed out lease. I realized if we were to have parties in our new abode it was only inevitable she might grace our doorstep. Then our front room. Then our kitchen. Then every room in the house. Anxious, nauseated, terrified, none of these words even begin to express, my thoughts on this idea. I tried to play it cool arond Mercedes after the thought popped into my head. Finally one day when we were chatting online I couldn't take it any more:
mercedes: you and your acronyms tcfs too cool for school me: actually if you want to be 337 it's 2c4s hey I actually have a real question for you mercedes: shoot me: just so I'm prepared...what are the odds if we have a party or something [REDACTED] will show up. mercedes: nada me: WHEW mercedes: she doesn't talk to anyone anymore we've tried--we give up. it's over! me: I thought about that the otehr day and my stomach turned over mercedes: hahah me: Thank God mercedes: no, i haven't seen her in at least a year me: Oh my sweet Jesus, you have no idea teh weight that lifted off my shoulders mercedes: hahahaha me: Edna hates her mercedes: i could see why we're not really fans of her anymore me: yeah. what happened? 2c4s? mercedes: i only really hang out with the girls in my class and younger i'm calling you... about it it's a funny story
I can't tell you the sense of relief I felt after reading the word "nada." Literally I breathed a huge sigh of relief and all my muscles relaxed. I don't know who will be happier, me or Edna.
So I've always had a problem with bread. That is to say I can never make it through a whole loaf. Well I can, but not before it starts to go moldy. This was a particular problem in Hull where Marcel would pop out to LIDL and I would buy the cheapest bread possible. Unfortunately in England the cheapest bread seems to have the fewest preservatives (going bad in 3 - 10 days), a maxim, while logical, opposite that of America. So I bought a few loaves only to get about halfway through each one before throwing it away, when I asked Marcel if he wanted to split them with me. This was fine, until I realized I was usually only getting upwards of 5-6 slices (if I was lucky) before the bread was gone. All of which puts me in a bind: do I buy unnecessary amounts of food and let some of it go bad or do I gamble with getting little to none of what I pay for? It's a lose-lose situation for me.
Moreover, this seems to be a trend with all the perishables I buy; fruit, vegetables, dairy. It's led me to a trend where I tend to purchase items which don't go bad, e.g. items that come boxed, canned, or frozen.
Not so long ago, I bought a loaf of bread, determined to get through it. I was very good about it in the beginning, making sandwiches and toast. Then as the slices dwindled, so did my interest and I went about masticating habits in other avenues. Yesterday I looked up, to find only two more slices. I was going to do it. I was going to make a sandwich, finish off the loaf, and eat with unabashed pride. But... much to my dismay, I pulled last two soldiers from thier once full barracks to find... you guessed it, mold. Not a lot. Just a thing coating along the bottom but thus, making the slices inedible.
The job is getting... better? God, I hope it is. The hardest thing in the world is nto being sure if you're going to get paid for the work you're doing. But my paycheck is inching ever upwards to a living wage. Soon I can start paying off those debts.
It's rough. Real rough. I don't know how long I'll keep at it.
...
In other news, we found a house. Mercedes, Jacques, and I are moving into a killer pad wedged neatly between Capitol Hill and Eastlake. It's got a spectacular view. I can't wait for the Fourth and New Years. Parties will ensue*. Drunken outings will commence. Moving begins Sunday. Soon after, comes the housewarming party. I've discovered I need a little more space than I have. I like to think of myself as more minimalist than I actaully am. I archive stuff, I have folders I know I'll never use but can't bear to throw away. I have all these master plans for basically souvenioring my entire life into a room. And later The Museum. Geez. I need to get a life.
First rehearsal followed by birthday (not mine) drinks.
Being in improv in Seattle feels like Tuesdays in Bellingham again. I feel fine in rehearsal, it's afterwards that's hard. Even worse I know everyone's name. Long story.
I sang a song because hte birthday girl egged me on and everyone else [in the whole bar] sang one (regardless of talent).
I thought it was the most appropriate. I was worried about the verses. I was right on both accounts.
Side note: I might be moving to a place with a view. It's pretty snazzy. You should visit.
Side note: I think my clutch is going out. Please God let me be wrong. I can't afford it.
It's really hard for me to karaoke. Everything has to be right. The song. The mood. The drinks. Everything. I envy you people who just do it. Willy nilly. Amazing.
So the emails were sent. And have been replied to. But all I got was a lot of hooey. I was told how great I was and that everyone was concerned. Ok. That's nice to hear but that doesn't pay my rent. Then I was suggested to generate my own leads. Wait a sec- isn't that your job? And besides how the HELL am I supposed to do that? I am told to visit construction sites and hand out business cards and brochures. First of all the brochures are shit. I could design a better brochure. I could make a better brochure while making chicken catchatori blindfolded and with one hand tied behind my back. Hell, let's throw in internal bleeding, cause that's what this feels like anyway. Oh wait, maybe my back is a better place to stab. Secondly, we haven't even received personalized business cards. It's been over a month. What the hell are you waiting for? Is it supposed to be a Christmas present? Thirdly, go tot construction sites and hand these out to whom? Construction workers? Maybe they can let us take measurements WHILE THEY'RE SETTING UP THE FRAMING!! You fuck. I'm done with you.
As you may or may not know I switched jobs of recent. While I was once toiling away between the hours of 8 to 5 in the vast expanses of a major gaming company who's products I not only enjoy but also belive in, I have since given that up for a free form job with a closet company. Basically they make closets. Or closet organizing systems. I get an appointment sent to me through email, I go to someone's house, I talk to them about what they want, I measure and deisgn them a closet. It's a s simple as that. A few weeks later an installation team arrives, puts in the new closet. I get paid, they get a new closet. Everybody wins.
Or so I thought.
So when I began my training the office was a bit in flux. They had moved (a whole two doors down, mind you) and the place was in shambles. As places typically are when you move. But everything seemed to be clicking away. Until 3 weeks ago. Then suddenly my appointments dropped off. I went from having at least 5-6 appointments per week to having 2. Then 1. Unbeknowest to me, in the midst of the move advertising had been cut off, in an effort not to overload the shop. Fine enough. Except one thing. THE SHOP GETS PAID PER HOUR, YOU FUCK. The designers, i.e. the people who are benefitted by the advertising because they work on commission, are now royally fucked. No appointments are coming in and if that wasn't bad enough, they just hired another set of designers. Great. So now the scrap of moldy bread I'm being thrown every 2 weeks must be split between a third again as many people. Fuck.
I am terrified, absolutely terrified about my next paycheck. I thought the last two were small because I had no installations and "they wanted to start new designers off slow." Bullshit. There was no powder in the canon. And now shit's blowing up.
I don't know what to do. Do I get a part-time job and try and stick it out? See if business picks back up? Do I cut my losses and start temping again? I already had to put my loans on Economic Hardship Deferment. My sister says while I'm at it I should get food stamps as long as I'm poor and it doesn't sound like a bad idea. I guess she is and so is most of her fellow grad students.
Fuck the people at the top. How could they be so careless with those of us down below?
So not to long ago I had an audition for a film. It went (I assume, of course) fine but no where. (Except for the offer I couldn't accept, cf. second paragraph/comments). The name of the project was kept underwraps, but on my way out though she mentioned to the secretary that my headshot and resume should be placed with the Justice_League project.
Now I ask you (and please, answer carefully) which Justice League member do I resemble most?
Ready?
(left to right: Atom, Hawkman, Aquaman, The Falsh, Wonder Woman, Superman, Batman, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, Some Other Lady*)
The answer?
(drumroll please)
...
None of them. I mean cmon.
Dammit.
*So, upon some further research Some Other Lady might be Black Canary. Still, Somethign tells me I don't think I would be cast as her.
