March 31, 1998
I got out of Encore! at about 4pm today, so I took the time to go home and spiffy myself up a wee bit. The baggy jeans were replaced by the black jeans. The loose, baggy shirt was exchanged for a tighter fitting one. The hiking boots were supplanted by the black, hipster leather shoes I recently purchased, and the trademark two-day growth that's been my standard look for nearly all of this pilot season was abandoned for the younger-looking clean-shaven approach, trying to raise my hip quotient and lower my age value. Did it work?
Don't know. The scenes went well for the writers/producers/whatever these guys were. They seemed impressed. "You're a fantastic actor," one of them said after I was done, which was a very nice thing for him to say, but it was honestly a rash judgement since I had only put together about 90 seconds worth of acting for them. We talked in depth about my unavailability because of Encore! and they let me go on my way. It's pretty late now so one would have to assume that they decided, for whatever reason, that this particular twenty-nine year-old with a major conflict would not be their stud high school senior next fall on the WB.