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Filmmaker's Diary:
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I was in denial about the floor. I can see that now.
Our play is being produced at the Paul E. Richards Theatre Place, which is, in actuality, a converted dentist's office. When I decided to put this play up I knew it would entail a great deal of renovation. Cleaning, repair, building and painting. I figured I'd tear out the carpet and paint over the tile below. Never mind that it's vinyl, linoleum-type shit. "I'll do it anyway. I can make paint stick to slippery surfaces! I'm Alex Fernandez!" But yesterday it became obvious that the tile could not be painted and it had to come up. Hours and hours of smashy smashy.
Oh, you don't give a fuck about this. But would you still feel that way if I provided before and after photos? Not that i have them, i'm just asking ...
Thanks all who made it through the 59 minutes of ROBBERY HOMICIDE DIVISION leading up to my appearance last week. Or was it two weeks ago? I still owe you the on set story. I promise everything in it is true except the part about the banana sticking to the wall. Many folks have gone out of their way to tell me how creepy I was. Which begs the question: am I delivering a good performance, or am I just THAT creepy and didn't know it? [Neditor: yes.]
The suckumentary continues to wait unattended in my studio, but PAINS OF YOUTH opens in less than two weeks, so that bodes well for that. This week, in midst of rehearsals and everything else, I managed to squeeze in another radio gig. I recorded a new commercial for SPAM (Ned please insert registered trademark) [Sorry, I've only got the copyright symbol, will that do? ©]. The spot features me and Jay Johnston of MR. SHOW, which is pretty cool. Next week I'm doing an ad with Bob Odenkirk for condensed milk.
I'll be right back.
[Because Alex's entry is so short and devoid of pictures
this week, here's a rendering of myself as a Robot Rock Star:]
