CelticX aka Js Daddy's blog: "C's Blog"

Some of you already know this, but I've been cast as the voice of a creepy and vulgar ventriloquists' dummy (no puns please) in an upcoming movie called "11 Colonels ATTACK!". I'm not bragging. One of my close friends is the writer and one of the producers so nepotism happens, I guess. I've had the role for over a year now (through many rewrites and changes) but it's getting very close to "showtime" now. In 2 weeks, the producers, financers and the whole cast (including some known actors from L.A.) will be in town for full-blown rehearsals. With behind-the-scenes documentary crew and the whole nine. The real deal. And so I am getting a little anxious/nervous. Not because of the fact that it's becoming more of a reality but because of how much of a stretch it is for me to get into this character. For example, imagine having to say the following line (yes, an actual line from the script) in the voice of a greasy puppet: "It's like a car crash in there. A car crash with hot loads shooting all over the place!!" And, trust me, it's just as weird in context. ;) Anyway, do you see my plight? I am not a professional actor so the thought of becoming one of the creepiest, greasiest, and weirdest characters I've ever seen is becoming a bit daunting. I can pull it off, I suppose. I'll just make sure not to become a method actor. ;p

[This is effectively a sequel to "The Special Flower"]... Still amidst the barren desert, you sit alone with the Special Flower, never taking your eyes off of its absolute beauty. You continue to gaze at the Special Flower, pondering your quandary: Do you leave the flower for someone else, or take it for yourself? Again, you wonder whether you are even worthy to possess such a precious and delicate thing. What if it was not meant for you, but for someone else? Then it dawns on you: If you leave the Special Flower alone it may stay here forever, alone. It may wilt and die never to have been touched and held by loving hands. You decide. "I am going to keep you, Special Flower, if you will have me." Just then, the flower--already the most beautiful thing you have ever seen--begins to bloom some more. Carefully, you remove the flower from the ground and hold it in your hands ever so gently. You take a deep breath, hoping you have made the right choice. You put the Special Flower in your shirt pocket, right in front of your heart. Then you begin on your journey again. This time, you are far from alone. But before you take your first step you notice something... a glow coming from inside your shirt pocket where you placed the Special Flower. Just when you reach in to take out the flower a glorious light appears and the Special Flower has been tranformed into an angel. The Perfect Angel, in fact. Something so profound and gorgeous that it shakes you to the very fiber of your being. In that instance, you know that you have found your one, true love and that everything from this day forward will be a gift. "Thank you for finding me", she says. You smile and respond with the truth: "Thank you for saving me." And so, together, you both take your first steps on the road of life. A dreamer, a believer, a lover... and his Perfect Angel.

[Yes, I really wrote this myself... just a few minutes ago]: There are times in your life when all seems lost. You walk a barren wasteland, alone. Lonely, you trudge across the deserted plain seeking at least one small, beautiful sign of life. You've all but given up hope... resigned to your fate and lot in life... when something catches your eye from afar. You walk in its direction, approaching it with equal parts trepidation and excitement. Then you see it: The most beautiful flower. In fact, the most beautiful one you've ever seen. You kneel closer, examining it for flaws. You see none. The changed beat in your heart lets you know how you feel about the flower before you even really give it thought. The flower is special. Very special. But do you dare remove the flower from its root and bring it along on the journey with you? What if it's not meant to be yours? What makes you think you're even good enough to possess such a thing of rare beauty? Do you leave the flower be and continue on through the desert alone? What if you don't find a flower as beautiful and special as this one? What if you don't find another flower at all? And so you sit. And wait. Waiting for the moment that will determine whether or not this flower is meant for you, or if you are meant to continue on your journey without it. But whatever the outcome you know you are already lucky to have come in contact with it, the special flower.