31 Seconds Of July.

Kraft recalled 96,000 pounds of cheese-filled hot dogs. I recall 96,000 pounds of cheese-filled hot dogs, too. That was one helluva July.

Here’s my latest July, one second per day:

Wrapped.

We finished shooting the movie late last night, and I’m really bummed it’s over. It was one of the best experiences of my life. I have dozens more posts about it coming up, but in the meantime, I’ll use my go-to quote, courtesy of Dr. Seuss: “Don’t cry because it’s over; smile because it happened.”

Flawless-ish.

Each day, after they finish with me, I like to joke with the makeup artists on this shoot that “I wake up looking like this.” But later, after I take the makeup off, I look like a Victorian child sick with influenza who won’t make it through the winter.

Men Crush.

I always list Kurt Russell as my emergency contact. That way, I can meet him before I die. Dude’s a legend.

Until then, the closest I’ve gotten to him is happening now. Above is Kurt’s mic pack from Bone Tomahawk. It’s being used by my co-star on my current shoot, and the crew and I are in constant awe. Our sound guy, who worked with Kurt on Bone Tomahawk, said he’s as cool and nice as we all hoped he’d be.

I guess it’s true – not all heroes wear capes.

Greetings From The Set.

Don’t let her dead eyes fool you – we’re having the best time.

Name Your Poison.

Did you know Windex Multi-Surface kills 99.9% of germs, and my toothpaste has tartar control? You would if you sat in my bathroom without your phone.

But he’s a tidbit I learned outside the latrine: poison ivy doesn’t grow in California. That’s good for me, because I was highly allergic as a kid, and it always seemed to find me.

What we get out here is poison oak, and there was plenty of it as we shot in Griffith Park yesterday. The traffic cone the crew threw down to mark it helped until I had to shoot scenes running through the woods at night. If any of that vile weed got on me, I’ll find out today, and I’m not sure what will be worse: the constant itching, or having to rewrite my character as some dude with a nasty skin condition. Let’s pull for neither.

Quiet By The Set.

I don’t understand why people have to “get ready” for bed. I’m always ready for bed.

These shoot days have been the most fun, yet exhausting, days of my life. It’s not a zombie film; I merely feel like a zombie. So at Griffith Park yesterday, I napped in between scenes in my stark, yet cozy trailer.

Forgive me for yet another short entry this week, but I’m about to squeeze in four hours of sleep before recording an early-morning audition and then going back to work. Wouldn’t trade it for a thing.