Trash Day And Quadriceps

Here's an amazing quad exercise:
Be in a movie. Specifically, shoot a scene where you race to the front door and watch your man walking away to see what is going on in a possibly post-apocalyptic world, leaving you behind and you, being quite dramatic and having abandonment issues out the yang, end up sliding slowly down to the floor behind the door.
Do this about fifteen times.
Slowly. Hands on window, palms pressed to glass.
You may find that the next day your quads are not pain-free exactly. In fact, you may find that they burn like the bush of Moses.
If Moses did indeed have a bush.
But that's another subject.

Okay. Good morning. I stayed up too late again. I was reading magazines. Yesterday, being the top-of-the-line sort of day, I got Esquire, Vanity Fair AND the new New Yorker in my mail box and well, I snuggled into bed with them and the next thing you know it was very late. Mr. Owen Baby is coming over in about an hour and a half and I have things to do. People to see. Chickens to fry. I mean, feed.

And if you have eleven minutes to spare, here's FC Rabbath's short film, Trash Day.



This is the one where Natasha makes her appearance. I'm still a little bit pissed that I couldn't be filmed dead, being dragged across a lawn on a sheet. It started raining. And get this- in the film he's making now where I play the post apocalyptic wife? I die again and just as I died, it started raining!
I believe Freddie should take note.

All of the actors (and believe me- I don't include myself in that term) in this film are terrific and once again, Owen Provencher and his amazing face (and you get to SEE his face in this one) steal the show for me. I feel so incredibly lucky to get to act with this man. There's something that happens there that I can't explain and I can't describe. I am SO glad that Freddie has decided we have "chemistry," me and Owen. (And his name WOULD be Owen, wouldn't it?)
Listen- I am thrilled to play that man's mother. I would play his grandmother. I would play his GRANDFATHER! And somehow, it would work. He would give me exactly what I needed to BE his grandfather.
Wow. He's something.
And then- I just googled him? Whoa. He's a real actor. I mean, real.
Owen Provencher. Check it out.

Oh Lord. I am running so far behind. Well, with the condition of my quads, I am actually limping so far behind.

Watch the movie if you want. That's my friend Marcy's house that you'll see. It's another old beauty. Life is interesting, people. I swear, it is.