News article other day quoting the multi-mega-rich stars of the Harry Potter franchise as being simply devastated as they enter the final 10 days of filming the last movie. Cryin’ crocodile tears here behind my laptop.
Now, mind you, I enjoyed the stories, and have for the most part enjoyed the movies – but enough is enough. They’ve each made enough money off this to fund a workable solution to the ridiculously-drawn out and unacceptable BP oil crisis, rout out the remaining Taliban & at least give them a fashion make-over before destroying them once and for all (the bizarre hats have to go), finish rebuilding the devastation from Katrina, and still have a hefty retirement account left. In fact none of them truly need work another day in their little acting lives. Okay, so I’m just a teensy bit jealous. I’ve worked for 30 years to get where I am…crippled up with a bad back, living in a too-large and still ‘not-finished-painted’ house in suburbia with a retirement fund I may outlive. I do, however, have the advantage of having the world’s best husband so let’s add that to the equation. And I take comfort in knowing that someday should I make it to my 80’s or 90’s and the unthinkable happens, the Air Force Widow’s Home is required to take me in.
Sometimes life is unfair. But on the other hand, I have a distinct feeling even with my various ills and problems I still may live a happier life than those “stars”. I don’t need to worry about going out in the world without my face spackle on – paparrazi don’t follow me – crap, nobody follows me. Okay maybe EmmaLou, Golden Destroyer follows me but only if I smell slightly of something that might smack of food. And then there was that guy on Facebook who kept telling me I was pretty – that was weird. But he didn’t stick around long after I discussed Devoted Spouse with him. heh heh
I’m still waiting to be discovered. It’s been so long now…I guess I might make a good ‘character’ actor. I am a character. Sigh…