Agent99, make this happen! wants magician.

nearing two weeks with nary a blogging chirp from the Agent99. how has my time skipped away so easily? looking back over my day planner (it's a peace calendar, ya heard?), i see a few things of note.

Namaste and i are of the same cash hustling ilk, so it came as no surprise that she too saw the ads on craigslist for the dove tv commercial. now, when i spotted these ads, they were for a "deoderant research study", but my suspicions quickly rang true when i showed up to "apply" at the tv casting company that this study was in reality a tv commercial showing "real women" trying out a new product. my time there was a whirlwind as i was whipped into a room full of bally's wannabe actresses who could not comprehend how to sign in for the audition (you should have seen the pack of collective deer in headlights eyes of vapidity when they were told not to sign in on the dove sheets.....again. it was like they all had blank cartoon bubbles attached to their skinny little heads with no thoughts registering at all) then quickly pushed into the auditioning room to be filmed answering questions about my lifestyle. mind you, i didn't even get to read the questionairre before my little performance, nor was anything told to me about what this project was about. thus, i can honestly admit that i was not at my most sassy and was not concerned that this project passed me by. i was just pleased to get a look inside this agency so i know my way around for whenever a future auditioning opportunity may present itself there. for an actual job instead a "study" aka commercial. Namaste was on her game during her moment in the sun. she went through three rounds of callbacks and is now inked in for production, which should land her a cool $15K. i love seeing a friend succeed and even more so since she's gonna treat me to a night on the town in honor of my inside industry expertise during her auditioning process. (i love the little ways my experience in advertising keeps coming back to help out. who wudda known?) you know i loves me a good meal and most especially the chance to be a trendista in this city of jaw-dropping expenses. go on, Namaste, with your dove'd armpits!

spent some time catching up on mostly good movies and can now pull "camp", "girl, interrupted", "permanent midnight" and "the iron giant" off my to see list. i also can add the "oh, save the speech, rummy!" address to my list of fave movie quotes. by no means do i have a real collection as i rarely catch a film and am okay with that, buut i do give props to the ladies who lunch. ben stiller does a damn good job in a dramatic role and i recommend "p.mid" to anyone who has had a drug ruling their world. seeing him shoot up with that baby in the car is too much!! also saw a great biopic on robert evans called "the kid stays in the picture" during a doggie play date with VoxyLady and her canine offspring MashedPotato. amazingly, WeeBeastie does not find him threatening and they seem to enjoy each other's company. there's not many dogs we can say that about as far as the terrier is concerned.

this past weekend was spent eastah style in da lou. highlights of each day:

* friday: overslept, spent too much time puffin, and didn't get on the road til 2:30 p.m. outgoing traffic was bad news, so it took me six hours to get home to da lou. MeeMaw and WeatherBird were irritable. fell asleep watching tv around 11.

* saturday: went to Bulldog's house to visit for a few hours, had a snack at breadco with MeMaw (no panera in da lou, just the original stl breadco), stopped by some ghetto store called tuesday mornings so MeMaw could find a crystal cross to add to her easter centerpiece. seriously. had a brief nap before meeting Wry out for sushi. sushi in da lou is always a crapshoot on the freshness potential and this place in brentwood/fenton/watson road/who the fuck knows area was good with the veggie rolls, but not so much the dragon. i had two bites of the latter and decided that wasn't in anyone's best interest to consume -- that thing tasted like the mississippi rivah. but they served it on this delightful wooden ship (and i mean, with a mast and rudder and the whole shebang), so that more than made up for it. the mango ice cream mochi for dessert were delish too. even better, it was really, really good to hang with my old friend. it's been three years since we saw each other and that's just too long. i'm quite happy to reconnect with him.

* sunday: church with the revelation that MeMaw is telling her friends that i'm moving back to da lou "oh, probably in the next six months." say what???? i reiterated to my source that new orleans is the most likely next stop on the southbound chicago train, so hopefully that will get back to my mother. i'm still perplexed why she would think that, but it obviously ain't happening. i know she and the WeatherBird long for that day to come when i traipse back home in a u-haul, and i fear that the need for me to supervise their care at some later date will force me to do so, but that day thankfully hasn't arrived. (and i don't say that in a snarky way. i'd much rather my folks be on the healthy and able side because i love them, not because i don't want to live in their city.) but for today with the sitch being what it is, there's no reason for me to be living within the limits of da lou and i'm in no kind of hurry for that day to arrive. six months. sheesh.

dear lord, i just heard a noise right outside my office door and instantaneously screamed "who the fuck is out there?" at the top of my lungs before charging out! it was like supah adreneline kicked in since i'm holed up in here by myself and i'm always a tiny bit creeped that someone is gonna tromp up in her after hours. my heart is pounding like a mofo! sweet jesus, that scared me to death!!! good to see that i went into full-blown ass beating mode though at the hint of dangah. small folks gots to take care of themselves.

to my great amusement, this comment was posted on metromix about some new swankateria called the motel bar. it's up in that japonais shack with the kitch'n river north on chicago avenue.
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March 11, 2005
chicago
chicago, il
Yawn! Nothing special. Very slow service for cocktails. 65% 40 plus women, mostly 815 (suburbans)
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yes, that's just too 815 for this sistah's blood. i'm gonna have to use that little descriptor in the future.

back to talent wrangling. current projects include a magician for a kids' bowling league banquet, a hypnotist for a prom party in pennsylvania, country bands for a statewide "good sam" organization's festival and listening to piles of god awful bands who want us to represent them. you know, not to be all shitty, but i must.....if you cannot spell the name of my agency correctly in your cover letter, i don't want to represent you. if your website looks like dogshit, i'm not too excited to put you out there under my name either. we all want to be successful, but i'm not going to risk endangering my reputation in our markets by pushing these horrible bands on my buyers. there are some really, really tragic examples of "talent" in our country and i am seeing them every time i open up the day's intake of promotion sent for consideration. i'm perplexed at how they've been getting any gigs whatsoever. better keep on keepin' on, because there won't be work coming from me. and use spellcheck and get some professionally designed promo and video if you have any desire to become a working performer, for the love of god. there, that's a free tip from Agent99 to you.