How old are you?

Pirate Diamonds

I know that a lot of people are shocked when I tell them that I am now 40. People tend to think I am younger because I haven’t really grown up yet. I sometimes ask myself how old I am. 40? My god, isn’t it time to grow up then, and stop being pathetic about the pirate and the actor. For a short moment I think that that is exactly what I should do. Cut the crap, come on, get serious. I start thinking about what I should write about in stead, but that doesn’t last long, because when my face looks like I am thinking (I tend to look serious then for a change) Davy normally sees that, find a piece of paper, rolls it into a ball and throws it at me. And that makes me realize that I love to write about both the pirate and the actor, and that’s what I should be doing, for now.

Here is a list of the presents I got:

  • Davy gave me, apart from mental support in the flatmate war (which he is still giving), also something quite close to big trouble. I don’t know how he did it, but he managed to grap a handful of stones from the box with crown jewels (Tower of London). “Someone owned me a favour” he said, well I don’t want to know anything about it, but the gift was fantastic. See picture on top of this post.
  • Emails from people I hadn’t heard from in a long time.
  • Postcards (the real paper ones) and text messages from friends and family.
  • Emails from people I have never met but am going to meet in the near future.
  • All the nice comments on this weblog, thank you!
  • The postcard with all the funny remarks from my younger colleagues (I am by far the oldest there) and a membership for the BFI/NFT I got from them too. (which is really cool !!)
  • And finally an email rolling in (someone has excellent timing) saying that yes they want to have me working as a runner on their shortfilm. (will be shot in September probably, and a runner is not a topjob, basically it’s getting coffee for the camera operator and Director, but hey, you have to start somewhere, and I will probably learn something from it anyway). I am happy about that.

So it was a good day.

Now I know I had promised to upload my 1 minute film, but the thing is, I have no idea how I can convert it from DVD format to avi or something else suitable for youtube. So I need to investigate that a bit, but I promise it will be put up somewhere next week.

5 thoughts to “How old are you?”

  1. Happy B-Day Ingrid, 40? Crikey! Like you say, you haven’t grown up yet – and why the hell should you? I’m 28 – merely a baby.

    Hope you have a wonderful day.

  2. I’m an experienced 30-er. But you are as old as you feel. And I feel 70 at the moment ;-)
    Cool, you’re going to be a ‘gofer’. Have fun and learn.

  3. Well, here’s a belated congrats from another 40-year old. They seldom believe me either. Growing up is just not worth it, makes you old. Three cheers to the young of heart (and looks!)

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