December 28, 2018

I took new headshots recently, and as advised by both my manager and my headshot photographer, I went out and bought some really expensive clothes that I had no intention of keeping, wore them for the shoot -- carefully keeping the label on them and being sure to protect them with my life from underarm stains, odors, makeup, tears, accidental drooling, and any other bodily function -- and promptly returned them once the photo shoot was over. (Actually, I strategically returned them on a Saturday, which was a few days later, since I didn't want to run...

January 4, 2017

I love radio commercials. Irwin, the Sit and Sleep guy's accountant? Hilarious! The British lady who is probably rubbing herself off while she describes the gloriousness of the seven-day Norwegian cruise? Not since Rula Lenska sold hairspray has there been such a melifluous sales pitch voice! ("I'm Rula Lenska..." Oh, man, did I love imitating her!) So if you see me driving around Los Angeles talking to myself, I'm probably just imitating the radio commercials. Then there's Aaron. Oh, Aaron. He's my boyfriend. You know him? Aaron from American Custom...

November 6, 2016

This is the sound you make when you spit between your fingers when you say good things and then you're afraid something bad will happen. In Yiddish, a kenahourah. The English equivalent is knocking wood. I've knocked a lot of wood this week. I've got splinters in my knuckles. I can't even write about what I've been spitting and knocking and kenahoura-ing about, because I'm very superstitious and it would cause some sort of cataclysmic implosion of events probably including having my roof crash in on me and my dog to decide she no longer enjoys cuddlin...

June 28, 2016

I laughed, I cried. It was better than Cats. Not really, because when I saw Cats at the Wintergarden theater when I was about 12, I truly fell in love with it. I admit that freely. But I did learn how to use Final Cut Pro this weekend (or at least in some sort of very basic way, I'm in no way claiming to be very good at it, but I can at least sort of navigate around it better than I did on Thursday). So I learned something new. And now that I am officially  middle-aged (like, if I live to be 100, I'm almost at the middle mark) this is impressive - at...

December 24, 2015

I cracked the 80,000 mark on the IMDB starmeter. Not sure why anyone would really give two rats' asses (or why anyone would have a rat's ass in the first place), but I enjoy checking that particular statistic because somehow, the grand, egotistical scheme of narcissism, it makes me feel just a tiny bit superior to the person who is ranked not quite as high as that. Although, plenty of very talented - probably extremely talented - people are ranked lower than that. And many not as talented people are ranked much higher. But some extremely talented... o...

April 22, 2015

So I opened in a play last weekend. A lovely new play called "Grow A Pair... of Wings." I almost didn't do this play because I wasn't sure if I wanted to go to the callback at first. I don't know... playing a Jewish mom... it just seemed like too much of a cliche. But I'm so glad I did. As it so happens, this could be the last 99-seat show I EVER GET TO DO THANKS TO MY VERY HELPFUL UNION THAT JUST PASSED A THEATER KILLING PROPOSAL where small theaters will have to pony up money that apparently will appear from out of nowhere and line the pockets of ac...

April 8, 2015

I reached the above point in my script today. Okay, I have a shitload of rewriting to do. But I forced myself across the finish line like a stubborn marathoner with blisters and torn sneakers and shredded running shorts... I once watched my brother in a cross-country race and there was this guy running and he was covered in bubbles. My mom said he must not have rinsed his clothes properly and between the sweat and the friction from running, he had re-activated all the detergent left in his clothes, so he was covered from the neck down in soap bubbles....

March 28, 2015

I thought about calling the blog "BLARG" because that's what my kids used to run around saying all the time. Kind of like a bunch of angry pirates. Aye, the mighty BLARG begins. What shall I post about, ye hearties? Ye day to day trawlings of being heartily rejected as an actor, perhaps? Aye, yes, there's the rub. Today I have an audition for a thesis film - the mom of a young man going through drug withdrawal. A real uplifting piece - if you're genearlly prone to suicidal thoughts of walking the plank. Avast!

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