There Is No "Can't" In "Canton"

Earlier this week I was in Canton, Mississippi, visiting the set of an independent featured entitled "Rites of Spring", directed by a neat guy named Padraig Reynolds (it sounds like "Patrick" if you say it quick enough and don't think too hard about it). I won't go into the specifics of the visit (gotta save these things for the website), but I will say one thing -- my luggage didn't arrive at the airport in Jackson, and therefore I had no change of clothes for the entire visit (which, admittedly, lasted all of 24 hours). I also had the hots for one of the producers, who apparently has a boyfriend but oh well who's keeping track (not that I stood a chance anyway minus my Fat Hair paste and Schick Quattro). I was on set for 12 hours, and in the course of two days I got maybe six hours sleep (at least two hours of which was plane sleep, which as we all know isn't really sleep, per se). Fun for all.

It actually was rather fun, though, albeit in a "well, I DID manage to get out of town of someone else's dime" kinda way. They were shooting in a cavernous abandoned school, complete with exposed brick walls, collapsing floors, and leftover literature with titles like "Why God Is Great" (we were in Mississippi, lest you forget) discarded on dusty shelves. I also got to meet some cool folks, including one actress who really needs to be a bigger star than she is and some blonde chick named "Missy" in craft services who provided me with loads of sugary goodness and pleasant conversation (although the coffee, sadly, tasted like it had been crapped out the back end of a goat). Also, the director, Padraig, used to be in some punk band called "Nukes", and his favorite director/main inspiration is John Carpenter, both of which automatically make him awesome.

I also missed my regular poker game last night, which is kind of good considering I've already unsuccessfully tried to ask out two of the guys there and it's getting embarrassing ("Melrose Place", I'm talking to you).

In other news, I would hereby like to invite American Airlines (and all other airlines, for that matter) to eat shit.

That is all.

P.S. I also interviewed Patrick Wilson today, and he's super dreamy. Now check out this sweet Bjork music video directed by Michel Gondry: