I think that's an argument that can be applied to any of us. I'm not guaranteed to have a job next year if they cut the budget.

Heck, "they" haven't sorted out this year's budget consequences yet at my school.

Watching a voices.com webinar right now. It's actually useful. While I've done more than a year of VO training, I haven't aggressively gone after jobs since training. Too shy about self-marketing. But if I'm going to get a job I can do regardless of my disability, I'm going to have to get over that. It's nice to get a little walkthrough on their site.

More hobbit style homes, even some that meet some of tommyrot's requirements

William Peterson had Executive Producer credit from the beginning of CSI. That said, I'm not looking at the salary list. I'll have a 'sode.

I have both kids at the dentist. So glad about the parents-in-the-waiting room policy.

I want a hobbit house!

I'm not guaranteed to have a job next year if they cut the budget.

Nobody's guaranteed a job. But the risk to reward in acting is pretty damned high, and if you average out the incomes (and the health benefits) they start to look more like normal people. Nobody's doing the flip side of that chart where the acting income is $0--and that's for people you know. Think of all the actors you've never heard of who can't get health benefits.

That's a really lucky few.

I do get the RAEG at the bankrupt ones, though. Come on, people. Be wise with your money, and live within your means. Nic Cage and Scottie Pippen should not be hard up for money. That's just ludicrous. Not if I can make ends meet.

Nobody's doing the flip side of that chart where the acting income is $0--and that's for people you know. Think of all the actors you've never heard of who can't get health benefits.

Very true. The extremes are kind of nuts, and many people who've hit it big have lived the proverbial starving actor lifestyle, some of them more than once.

One of my friends invented the term "porkflopper" for all the dudes who are walking around Brooklyn wearing porkpie hats, shorts, and flip-flops.

BTW, Brooklyn, thanks ever so much for sending all the porkfloppers to New Orleans last month for Tales of the Cocktail- here's hoping your resident hipster douchbags are back home up north.

New Orleans has enough hipsters as it is, having them temporarily imported made for craziness!

The Winchesters do *nothing* for me.

Me either, erika.

and I am like unto a limpet clinging to the slimy rock that is my point

I just wanted to see that again.

Heh. I have a friend who won a best margarita competition at Tales of the Cocktail. She's no hipster, though.