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  1. Rare Diamond

    Tuesday, January 14, 2014

    I ordered new business cards and spent a bit more on them than the cheapest kind which were my previous ones.  I decided to make that investment.  The card will have some texture and shine too. 


    I splurged and even decided to have something on the back.
    I can wait the eight days and go with the free shipping.  I waited years for my unsuitable ex-husband to get the fuck out of my apartment, so I can certainly wait eight days enjoying anticipating my cards.

    I don't know if I'm being suckered, but I think I'm going to get myself the Ab Rocket Twister.     I really want to feel good about the things I have some control over.  It is hard to change every bad habit, but sometimes one good thing motivates the next good thing.  This item folds compact and doesn't require lots of space.  I want a firmer and more finely shaped middle like I once had.  I believe it is possible and not such a long road.  The difficulty is getting on the road. 



    So much challenging weather.  I enjoyed spending my Saturday night with me and a bottle of wine, my internet connection and Chris Rock on tv.  And, a mouse that had me feeling very tense got caught in one of the traps that my best friend set up for me before he left for the weekend.  No after-sounds or anything, so I didn't have to feel like there was torture involved.  Just a clean death.  I was able to enjoy being home again.  I'm grateful when I don't have to be anywhere and can be at home just growing back my hymen. 

    Then on Sunday night, my buddy was back and came over to get rid of the mouse corpse for me.  Surprise, surprise.  There was no mouse.  Part of the cheese was gone, and the mouse must've escaped.  Like the woman on the Swiffer commercial says, "I've been living in a fool's paradise."
     
    On a hopeful note, next Saturday, 1/18/14, I will be in a class all day (6 hours) that focuses on booking day player roles (9 lines or less).  It will also be a chance to work with someone in the industry.  A free spot in the class was being raffled and though I didn't win that, I won a runner-up spot which was a discounted fee for the class.  I hope it helps move me along. 
     
    As much as I do enjoy working with my students, I feel readier than ever for show business to take me into a much more comfortable lifestyle.  It's all relative, but it could be nice to pay someone to do the laundry, it would be different to be able to buy clothes regularly, to always have all 3 paper products (toilet paper, towel paper, and tissues) at the same time, to live in a well kept building (as mine once was and is not the worst now but could be much better), to not have to teach full time but only an occasional class if I so desire, to have a doctor who remembers me and where it doesn't feel like a clinic, to be able to buy a good bed, to clear my debt, to actually go somewhere when on vacation, that sort of thing.  Those diamonds on the business card do not represent my lifestyle (and given the story behind diamonds,  http://www.nbcnews.com/id/15842524/ns/world_news/t/diamonds-journey-grim-reality-tarnishes-glitter/#.UtL9oa2A3cs  I probably wouldn't buy any even if I could afford them) but I do love that they tend to be associated with beauty and rarity. 

    And I certainly wouldn't mind every casting director I meet thinking, she's a rare diamond.





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  2. Omarosa's Ambitions By Rhonda Hansome

    Thursday, April 11, 2013

      When we last left off, I was rummaging through mid-life choices like a bag lady on the “A” train looking for nothing in particular; while disturbing a bag’s contents in an urgent yet random search. Everything I touched took me deeper and farther from reality.

     My own personal 3 Stooges: 
      

    Coulda/ Woulda/ Shoulda,
    whirled in my head like hurricane Sandy leaving my mind a ravaged Jersey shore. In spite of the storm raging in my head I heard, (bewilderment, befuddlement, bemusement?) tucked beneath Twinkie’s nonchalant question, “Where do you see yourself?” Where do I see myself when I’ve decided to end my nearly decade long hiatus from the comedy scene? Making a list and checking it thrice. My “To Do” list rivaled the ambitions of
     Omarosa


    “Networking” 

    Hanging out and exchanging business cards with associates had changed -make that ended - make that dead ended. During my absence from the scene, the ubiquitous “business card” had disappeared faster than a Nubian Ibex in a flock of vultures.  



    Hanging out had morphed into a totally (I dare not say “totes”) virtual experience.  To gather (in a manor of speaking) with like minded people, I joined groups on LinkedIn and Face Book and engaged in vociferous conversations with people I did not know, like or care about.   
    I think I’m getting the hang of it now!


     “Electronic Presence” 

    While I was ‘away’ not only did business cards disappear, but so did the usefulness of live performance save for it being an opportunity to record and post to the internet on any number of ‘platforms’ and websites including YouTube.   I have lost count of the videos I’ve viewed that are poorly composed in bad or NO lighting, with crappy sound AND  inane content; all racking up tons of ‘‘hits’ & ‘comments’ – electronic presence currency.  I was told of one person whose “numbers” were through the roof.  His content consisted of taking a dump on camera.  Get out of my way I want in on this!  

    I got my website up, running & almost interactive.  I offer short comedy clips but WITHOUT an app that requires visitors to register or subscribe thereby “capturing the visitor’s contact info; my bad.  I lose 2 points. My website, www.RhondaHansome.com is a lovely sentence with a dangling participle. I’m on GigSalad where I consistently underbid on job possibilities and never book even one.  I ask every new friend (actually FaceBook strangers I would not know if on fire in front of me) to press the laugh button under MyComedyBook.com/RhondaHansome in hopes to be the featured comic in a corner of  cyber space populated ENTIRELY by funny people.

    “Social Media” 

    In spite of the fact I STILL have no concrete evidence that “social media” will lead to anything other than severe carpal tunnel syndrome; I threw myself into the social media fray with an abandon surpassed only by the enthusiasm of divers on Splash.  
                                                                         


    I actively post on twitter, FaceBook, tumblr, and have been asked by more than several online groups to limit or cease & desist my voluminous contributions.  Oh and if you are reading this there is no need to mention I blog.  Every damn THURSDAY I spew heart, soul and funny.  My little spoon hitting a tin cup in the clattering cacophony of the bloated blogosphere.  Well after taking a $400.00 course in social media, I became an overzealous convert determined to get my money’s worth…someday.

    “Engage Gatekeepers”

    And this is where Twinkie comes in.  I’d resisted paying to ‘interact’ with a Casting Director until I finally realized that if I did not pay I would not ever be seen and considered in the running for possible paying work.  


    Twinkie Byrd

    had a track record, she cast projects that actually hired black folks, and she had the most adorable name. What’s $40.00 for 5 minutes Alex?

    To be continued...







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