Jessy Delfino's Blog

Update on my Video Project

a sneak peak still of Seth Herzog as "the robber"

It wouldn't be a video shoot and this wouldn't be NYC and I wouldn't be Jessica Delfino if this were a perfect and flawless endeavor. This project started out as a relatively benign 2012 resolution slash motivator and has turned into something of a super challenge, which is different and much less funded than a super PAC.

I've got a lot on my plate. This time, I may've bitten off more than I can proverbially chew, (2nd food metaphor in as many sentences) and that's coming from an Italian girl with a big mouth who loves to eat and hates portion control.

This is why so many artists live tortured existences and often die mysteriously in the night of drug overdoses and alcohol poisoning, not that you need to worry about that happening to me, not that you're worrying. I don't drink much and I don't use any drugs -- any more, unless you count pot brownies once every few full moons -- I sure don't count it. I'm more likely to get hit by a truck or get rebelled upon by my own vital organs.

If you have a day job, count your blessings, to some extent. You have a regular pay check, you probably have something that resembles health insurance, and you have some kind of accountability, which encourages you to show up on time. Sure, maybe your co-worker is a knob polisher, but hey, sometimes knobs need polishing. Accountability may not seem like such a pro, but believe me, sister, it is. Some days, I don't even have an actual reason to get out of bed, except that I have creative projects to tend to, or I want a Fresca.

I can't really complain, it's a good life. I work from home slash on stage, I spend my days giving birth to all my crazy little ideas (I make the octomom look like an amateur), I have a musical instrument in my hand for much of the day and my cat, though she doesn't love me as much as rely on me to open cans for her, is soft and shows me love by sleeping on my lap while I work.

Can anyone say "living the dream?"

I think I'm starting to feel a bit depressed because this past week has been really intense. I've been in front of my computer for most of the day for the past week, watching my own disappointed face with disappointment on my face. It's like an M.C. Escher painting. Seriously, though, no one should have to look at themselves for an extended amount of time. It's like water torture. Also, it's cold, and I don't like it when it's cold. Winter is Mother Nature's version of PMS.

The good news is, the deadline to deliver this video is rapidly approaching, and after I am done with this, it'll be time for the next project to begin -- I think it's planning a summer tour, but you never know with me. I could very well just go up onto the roof, spread my arms out wide and go where ever the wind takes me. Metaphorically, I mean, not literally. I'm talkin' bout being free, man, like a bird 'n shit. Going where the cool breeze blows. Summer will be here soon to banish the cold grip of the Winter-y sleep and I will ride it's coattails to someplace inviting and inhabitable.

Hang in there, and wish for me to do the same!

PS -- Read up on SOPA / PIPA and do whatever you can do. Also, don't forget to spay and neuter your pets. I'm Bob Barker, and you're watching The Price Is Right.