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Rumblings

Read the Guardian this morning and found an article about an interesting blog that I thought I should share. It’s the life of an ambulance driver in London and it apparently has quite a following. I thought it was an original blog that one or two (i.e. all) of you might find exciting (I get to keep saying this kind of nonsense until I’m proven wrong (you can see I’m not a scientist)). The site is called Random Acts of Reality and it might be worth a read, after all I might write about projectile vomiting, but that is more it’s theoretical application, this guy has actually seen it in action.

Now that I think about it, I might have heard his aids story somewhere before (apparently some bloke with aids vomited blood and (surprise surprise) vomit into the writer’s mouth and he there was a chance had had been contaminated as well). If that would have happened in a movie people might have complained and said it was impossible, or cheap, but real life gets to be pretty cheap. Real life, license to be cheap.

‘Sorry, we’re going to have to call a halt to this bit of your life, its not suitably melodramatic and its completely predictable, can’t have none of that, can we?’

‘So how did the audition go?’ I hear you shout. Well it went pretty well, apparently my acting gears aren’t completely rusted together. They asked me if I had time at the end of the month to take part in a few days of shooting (which doesn’t mean I’ve got the gig, but means they might consider it) unfortunately I had to tell them I didn’t. My stupid contract doesn’t end till the very end of the month. It would be fun to act again. Haven’t done it in too long. Of course the money for acting here in Singapore seems to be pretty lousy, but then that wouldn’t be the top reason to do it. It would just look good on my CV and it would extend my experience in TV.

It would also give me an even better idea of how film works for if Shazam and me ever get going on the Sunrise project (another reason to get out of this contract stuff). If I would get involved in TV then I will need a laptop, so that the 90% of the day spent waiting can be used to write some freelance stuff.

It’s all about money in the end, isn’t it? Can’t stop making money now, its far too useful and making our lives far too pleasant. The job isn’t even that bad, I imagine lots of people do a lot worse. Uh oh, I think the corporate shark just got a hold on my leg.

Maybe if expat would let me write a full-featured article every month then I could pursue other paths. At 40 cents a word I would only have to write a couple of thousand of words to come close. Of course the only big drawback on that is that I would have to wait three bloody months before they would pay me. I think I’m just still too inexperienced to work freelance full time.

posted by Symbol @ 6.7.04