Lights, Camera....

So at work we're shooting a movie. Well, really it's a video, but humor me here. I've been charged with heading up the production of it, and we are now at the point of casting.

My director has forwarded over sample videos of a dozen or so actors reading for various parts in the video, and I get to choose who plays what. I feel like a younger, bald, non-pedophile Woody Allen.

I'll have my people call your people.


Mama likes animal prints

Matching PJ's cracked me up.