Just chilling in Philly with the fam. Tomorrow we are heading up to a beautiful mountain house in upstate NY for a couple days to ring in the New Year. Gonna hike, read by a fire, eat a lot of amazing food, and play some broomball in an outdoor ice rink. In the mean time, here's my recently created demo reel for all to enjoy (I seem to have a penchant for playing smarmy characters)...



Happy 2009 everybody!

Merry Christmas

It's just barely Xmas on the East Coast. Merry Christmas to all. I am in Philly and relaxing. About to go to bed. Will post more later, but wanted to say that this Christmas I am thankful for all of you friends and family. And, to those who might read my blog via google reader, please come to my site and vote on my silly poll.

Santa's on the roof. I'd better get to bed.

Sick and tired

It's 7:30 in the morning. I should still be sleeping, but I woke up sick. I'm so worn thin from studying-- as well as from shooting and working on a couple of different short films. I wish it were Christmas already-- or Xmas, as I seem to call it more often. This is more secular, obviously, but what if you don't even believe in X? And if Christmas is Christ's birthday, would it be presumptuous to call my own birthday Rogermas? What if I heal the sick, die, and then have a holy book amended to include my biography? Tell me, dear reader, what do I need to do to win your undying worship?

Anyway, Rogermas is not for another nine months so you've still got plenty of shopping days left. Meanwhile, I want my tests to be over with. I really don't think this is worth it.

What the hell am I doing here?

So that first test on Monday went fine, I guess. It's all graded on a curve so who really knows? But it was fucking HARD! My God. And it lasted for four hours. Somewhere in the middle of hour three, I thought "this is really stressful... you have to really really want to be a lawyer to put yourself through this-- and as of right now, I am nowhere close to really really wanting to be a lawyer."

So where does that leave me? Well, still undecided. Probably best to make the decision over the holiday break, when I have more distance on it all and time to reflect. However, this certainly does not bode well for the stay-in-law-school camp. Its poll numbers are plummeting. It's the incumbent, of course, so that gives it an advantage, but on Monday the economy went in the toilet. Maybe it's time for a change.

Yes we can!

Tests

So I have my first test of the semester for law school tonight. It's Criminal Law. Pretty fun stuff-- rape, murder, arson, and other criminal hijinks. And then class starts. Ba dum bum.

In general, I'm feeling very tested right now. Of course, there are these actual tests, but also I feel tested by life. I'm in my (gulp) mid-thirties now. My God. It feels like science fiction. Completely unreal. And that's the main test: to really take in the reality of that and figure out what that means as far as the direction of my life. I'm thinking of dropping out of law school, but I haven't decided yet. The question no longer seems to be "what do I want to be when I grow up?" so much as "what do I want to be when I grow OLD?" Kids or no? Actor or lawyer? Teacher or vagrant? Or maybe, if I didn't have the chops to be a professional bum, teach vagrancy? After all, in today's economy, this is a growing field. I believe the children are our future. They'll need to know how to dumpster-dive.

Okay, back to studying. I cannot wait until Xmas break.

Okay, I seriously stink. At this blog thing.

The problem is, folks, that once I don't post for a while, I decide that you must have gotten tired of checking my blog in vain. So then I figure nobody could possibly still be reading it so what's the point in posting?

So here I am, talking to myself. I don't know why I've decided to finally post; what was the impetus to get me over that mental block. Maybe it is just that I need a break from the stress in my life. Maybe it is that I miss everybody and want to reconnect. Maybe, just maybe, it is that I just broke my hand by punching my bathroom door.

Of course, I didn't mean to. I was in the shower and the vent was on. I need this vent to be on because my skin really hates the humidity-- I mean REALLY hates it. My face becomes dry and irritated and red in the shower if I don't take certain precautions. So anyway, this vent, I says, this vent. This vent was somehow causing the shower curtain to billow into me during the shower. I'd push it away and it would billow right back into me, making it very difficult for me to wash my daily dose of guilt and shame off my body. So finally, frustrated, I punched the curtain. Twice. The first time was uneventful. The second time, however, brought about intense pain. The entire curtain and rod combo came crashing to the floor, revealing this naked, insane banshee in my mirror, grabbing his hand and howling. I had no idea at first what the hell I could have come in contact with. There was nothing in front of me that could have been on the other side of the curtain. I punched a phantom.

Then I remembered the other thing I do to prevent the build-up of humidity during my showers: I leave the door open. It wasn't open now, of course. Some jackass had punched it closed. Goddamn, that hurt.

It's not too bad now. I have been icing it down all night and it's only very slightly swollen. And clearly I can type with no difficulty. And there's no discoloration. I think I must have merely sprained it. I just hope it doesn't get worse overnight.

Now I know what it's like to punch a person in the jaw. I don't recommend it.