YouTube Tuesday: Auditions

I love audition tapes. But not bad American Idol auditions. Acting auditions. Maybe it's the former drama student in me, but I love figuring out what it is that gives one actor the edge over an other. I want to know why Jessica Biel didn't get the Agent 99 role in Get Smart. (Okay, that's easy. Because she can't act. And isn't funny. And can't act. And isn't Anne Hathaway. And can't act....)

Evangeline Lilly auditions for Lost:

What I love most about this? She's mourning Jack's death. Yes, folks, he was originally going to die in the pilot.

Crazy that this was her first audition, huh? Love her.

Oh, and Matthew Fox auditioned for Sawyer!



Hugh Laurie auditions for House:

I firmly believe the show could not exist without him.



Zachary Levi auditions for Chuck:

Can you imagine being sent the script for Chuck? How could you not audition? And if you didn't get the part? An eternity spent in tears.

Zac had nothin' to worry about. It's him.

P.S. He's been cast as the "dashing bandit" in the new Disney musical, Rapunzel. Chuck sings! And the songs will be written by Alan Menken (Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, Newsies). I will watch.



Rachel McAdams auditions for The Notebook:

I would love to be a casting director, discovering brilliant talent and giving young actors their breakout roles. I heart McAdams. She doesn't reek of fakeness. Just loveliness. (Yes, I just coined the phrase "reeking of loveliness.")

Note that both women featured in this post are Canadian. Not intentional, but fun.

Lost Before Blog

A girl's gotta have priorities. Unfortunately for you, Lost trumps the blog. And so I shall sit on my couch, Jack's blank expression mirrored on my face, and say goodbye to my island friends until next season. The last season. Ever. And then I'll get back to being my entertaining cyber-self.

After 2010, I may not have use for a television.

Please watch TV tonight. Do it for the children.

I'd like to point out that the photo and text in this entry give very little away. Because I have friends who are now officially AN ENTIRE SEASON BEHIND. And I can't spoil it for them. There are rules to friendship.

Into the Twittersphere!

Oh, Twitter. I really hope I'm not using you to randomly brag about my unexceptional life. But I probably am.

If we can't Twitter, we don't exist!

If the above video hasn't scared you away, I'm @OnHerToes. Feel free to follow.

My blogging's been lacking this week. Two days of sick-day blahness is partly to blame. But I'm back in fighting form, save for the lunch-hour gluttony that is now trying to lull me into a coma. But that's the hot roast-turkey sandwich at work, not the flu.

For those of you trying to keep pace with my writing life elsewhere:

• I discovered a new lip gloss last week. Yes, this is important news. To me.
• Jennifer Love Hewitt and Jamie Kennedy love each other. Apparently. Weird.
• Natasha Richardson went skiing in Quebec. You know the rest. Tragic. (Aside: I once skied in Quebec. On a beginner hill. With an instructor. And no helmet. Could've been anyone.)
• Charlie Sheen + twin boys = One and two-half men?
• Project Runway's Kenley Collins hit her sleeping ex-fiancé with her cat. Crime at its best. (P.S. I want to be on Project Runway. Desperately.)
• PostSecret is amazing. Because people's deepest and darkest secrets are often quite universal. I mean, girls, how many of us HAVEN'T had this Lost discussion?

I'm off to the parental unit's place for the weekend. It's tax season, and I'm trying to make sense of the freelancing chaos that is my life. I will self-medicate with my mother's home-cooking.

Seacrest out.

Keeping Up With Me

For kicks, I'm going to start recapping my online writing adventures here once a week. Just so you can cyber-stalk me (if you so choose).

• My Lost thoughts. Please tell me you watched. It was one of the best episodes of the season. Sigh. I kind of love Sawyer now.
  
• I unclogged my shower drain this evening. With baking soda, vinegar and water. I'm the super-resourceful green-living Donna Reed.
• El Naturalista has super-cute eco-friendly shoes. Now that the snow has melted, I get to wear shoes again. I count it all joy, friends.
• Hermione might go to Yale. Sometimes I wish I applied to Harvard just to brag that I got in. (Of course, if I was rejected, I just wouldn't tell anyone that I applied in the first place.)
• Vince Vaughn is engaged. Jennifer Aniston is not.
• The Bachelor rejects won't go away. More reality TV for everyone!
• And most importantly, Dakota Fanning is now a vampire.

Desmond Hume Will Be My Constant

If you're a Lost fan but missed last night's episode, please walk away from your computer. I couldn't bear being responsible for spoiling last night's awesomeness for you. Catch up, then come back.

There's this unspoken rule that if the episode is Desmond-centric, it will be amazing. Last night did not disappoint. On top of the genius storytelling, he wore a scarf. A great one. We're bonded for life.

ASIDE: I brought seven scarves to my parents' house last Christmas. I will never live that down.

Read more of my super-deep thoughts over at dailyLOST.

Every time Des and Penny argue, I get nervous. I want them to make it. They must be the love-conquers-all/redemption-is-possible couple in the series finale. Or I will cry. Or throw things.

ASIDE: I have been known to throw pillows at the TV on occasion. Like when Romeo and Juliet kill themselves. Stupid adolescent angst.

One of the downsides to blogging about my favorite show EVER is that I end up reading a lot of spoilers, casting news and production scoop. This means that certain mind-blowing reveals are softened and I miss the full impact. I read last week that Charlie would be mentioned by name in last night's episode (and that it would make me cry). Therefore, I completely predicted the adorable child's name in the first two minutes of the episode and subsequently needed zero tissues. Very disappointing. Sometimes a girl just wants to cry, you know?

ASIDE: Same thing happened with the Des/Penny kiss last season. A producer said that there would be an off-island kiss of fantastic proportions. Again, my prediction-smarts ruined the moment. Not that it wasn't amazing....

We need a Lost costume party, folks. I'm assuming no one will dress like Charlotte. Because I'm pretty sure she's ceasing to exist. Literally. And unless the new gal, Theresa, recovers from her "time-travel STD," she might be a pretty boring party guest too.

Sigh. I want Desmond's scarf.

I Watched TV Last Night...

...which is why I didn't post here.

I did post my rambling thoughts over at dailyLOST.com, though. So you can read what my brain was thinking while I wasn't blogging here.

(Death-by-dishwasher is my new favorite way to die, by the way.)

The whole episode was full of the most amazing dialogue. Super-quotable. For those of you who don't watch, Hurley's confession to his mother essentially recaps the first four seasons. It made my night.

See, we did crash, but it was on this crazy island. And we waited for rescue, and there wasn't any rescue. And there was a smoke monster. And then there were other people on the island. We called them the Others, and they started attacking us. And we found some hatches, and there was a button you had to push every 108 minutes or... Well, I was never really clear on that. But... the Others didn't have anything to do with the hatches. That was the Dharma Initiative. But they were all dead. The Others killed them, and now they're trying to kill us. And then we teamed up with the Others because some worse people were coming on a freighter. Desmond's girlfriend's father sent them to kill us. So we stole their helicopter and we flew it to their freighter, but it blew up. And we couldn't go back to the island, because it disappeared, so then we crashed into the ocean, and we floated there for a while until a boat came and picked us up. And by then, there were six of us. That part was true. But the... But the rest of the people who were on the plane? They're still on that island.

~Hurley

Love it.

Please tell me you were watching.

Almost Lost

Let's say that my name is Penny. And my TV's name is Desmond.* For some time now, our relationship has been distant. I have been waiting. And I have a feeling our love affair is going to heat up tomorrow.

There is one redeeming thing about January. That thing is Lost.

Doesn't everyone's TV have a Scottish accent?

P.S. Please give Henry Ian Cusick an Emmy. I mean, the guy was JESUS. (So was Christian Bale. All the great ones are at some point.)


*I'm aware that my attempt at Analogies 101 is a total FAIL. I almost don't care. At all.

DailyLost.com

DailyLost.com

Check it out. They have a pretty fantastic new editor.

I officially have the quirkiest jobs ever: subtitler, trivia writer, blogger. Not one was ever suggested by a high-school guidance counselor.


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Lost is Coming!

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It looks like I’ll soon be paid to blog. I’ll update everyone once it gets set up. I hope you’re all into Lost. That’s all I have to say. (Ooh, cliffhanger. How appropriate).

P.S. Watch TV on Thursday. You know all the cool kids will be doing it.

P.P.S. I guess I’ll have to actually learn how to use a computer properly. Thanks, Sarah, for teaching me about labels. HTML, here I come!

P.P.P.S. And in honor of the coworkers who now know about this little blog of mine, a little something (not Lost-related, but still awesome) to make them feel at home: