a recent post by
unmercifulelf just reminded me.
on the weekend, i spent saturday morning next to one of the largest cemetery's in the city, dressed in black, wearing wierd makeup, waiting to be killed.
my ex is making a sci-fi series of short films (the ongoing adventures of special agent carmen fuego).
i got to play an alienbounty hunter mercenary.
who dies.
no lines.
well. i got to yell.
and die.
cool.
[edit]
as prompted by
onia; i should add that i not only got to die, but the manner of my death was to die for !
basically, i got to run at teh awsome cutie lead sextress - and bounce off her ...
then she leaps on me, legs round my waist, knocking me to the ground!
and proceeds to pummel face [a la sin city]
unfortunately, being the professionals that we are, we pretty much got that right on first take.
still ... was a great way to spend a few moments of a saturday morming. next to a cemetary. wearing makeup. and a bit of glass glued to the bridge of my nose.
[look out for ep3 of oasacf]
on the weekend, i spent saturday morning next to one of the largest cemetery's in the city, dressed in black, wearing wierd makeup, waiting to be killed.
my ex is making a sci-fi series of short films (the ongoing adventures of special agent carmen fuego).
i got to play an alien
who dies.
no lines.
well. i got to yell.
and die.
cool.
[edit]
as prompted by
basically, i got to run at teh awsome cutie lead sextress - and bounce off her ...
then she leaps on me, legs round my waist, knocking me to the ground!
and proceeds to pummel face [a la sin city]
unfortunately, being the professionals that we are, we pretty much got that right on first take.
still ... was a great way to spend a few moments of a saturday morming. next to a cemetary. wearing makeup. and a bit of glass glued to the bridge of my nose.
[look out for ep3 of oasacf]
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