Today I procrastinated DVR-style with a marathon of the show to which my blog pays tribute: "Inside the Actors Studio".
James Lipton, your show is great. Love the beard. But I have a beef with that Bernard Pivot "what profession would you not like to attempt?" question.
Guests each week give their typical answers: anything with numbers, operating a jackhammer, etc.
But I've mentioned before that it's important for actors to always believe the character their playing believes he's right. Whether he's filing a 1040 short form or cutting open his mother's belly like a trout. How can you fully portray something from which you distance yourself?
So I'd have to abstain. For me, every career is interesting, and I wouldn't pooh-pooh nary a one. Mopping up a porn store video booth? Bring it on. Handling Mel Gibson's PR? Where do I apply?
Now that I've gotten that off my chest, my lost afternoon feels somewhat worthwhile. Tomorrow I'll go back to my usual, productive behavior, eating peanut butter with a spoon and putting my underwear on my dog.