The Allure of Stale Donuts

It's amazing the things people will do for food when a country has a depression on.

For example: Acting.

Usually it costs an arm and a leg to get some talent for a project. Even a tiny project that could be filmed in less than a week. This is not the case during a depression. I put out an ad that I need talent for a student film project, informing any would-be talent that they would be paid in stale 7-11 donuts(when we can afford them) and the response has been outrageously amazing.

My cohort found it depressing.

So people are willing to work for food, out of a genuine need for food. I find that I feel lucky, and almost grateful for this depression we have going on. It's giving me a chance to do things I wouldn't be able to do otherwise.

Monologue

I am in a theater acting class at my college.
We are required to perform a monologue, and then, later, we will perform a scene. My monologue was chosen today as I read through the Faber Book of Monologues for Women. Sarcastic, bitter, with a touch of humour to it. I will be performing the opening monologue to Wit, by Margaret Edson. The opening monologue is delivered by the lead character, Vivian, a 50 year old professor of 17th Century Literature. She has been diagnosed with stage 4 metastatic ovarian cancer.

The opening lines are thus:

[In false familiarity with the audience, waving and nodding]Hi. How are you feeling today? Great. That's just great.

[In her own professorial tone.]

This is not my standard greeting, I assure you.

I tend toward something a little more formal, a little less inquisitive, such as, say, "Hello."

But it is the standard greeting here.

I love this monologue. I just hope I can pull off the character. She's fantastic!