Guys! Exciting news! I get to die gruesomely and disgustingly on film! In preparation, today, I trekked out to Jersey City to get my face molded by the fabulous Chelsea Paige. Here she is, getting ready to put goop all over my face:
She slicked my hair back, put me in a bald cap and got things under way. I have to admit, I'm psyched for every part of this process, but Chelsea's skills are on point. She let me know everything she was doing to set me at ease, she kept my nasal passages clear and hilariously, she asked me lots of questions I couldn't answer with my kisser frozen in alginate.
Goop stage achieved! Do you think I can use this as a headshot when auditioning for the next Guillermo Del Toro film? Or Batman!!!!! I could be Clayface! A diminutive, not-at-all terrifying, Clayface... okay, fine, one of Clayface's purple poops.
She followed up with some plaster and gauze strips, just like what you get when you break your arm. At this point, my face felt like it weighed twenty pounds, but honestly, the rest of it felt great; like nice face massage and a mud mask.
Just a couple minutes later and here's my inverted punum! I can't wait to follow up on this post when the SFX begins!
