“I need to see how well you emote for the camera” he said. “I know what I see, but what does the camera see? This Screen Test will help us determine what work needs to bee done for you to truly beecome the face of Amalgamated Paper Spoons.”

So, for about six-and-a-half hours yesterday, I had to wear that Biohazard Suit and, as Mr. Strausbergh kept yelling at me, “Emote! Emote!”.

I wasn’t totally sure what he was talking about, but I Emoted as hard as I could. Unfortunately, no matter how much I tried to Emote, nobody - especially my Acting Coach - seemed at all satisfied. They just kept yelling “Cut!” and screaming at me they couldn’t see me or hear me inside that suit. (Geeeeeze. What did they expect? That thing is almost sound-proof, ya’ know?)

At least I figured out why I was told to bring a towel, though. Have you ever spent six-and-a-half hours in a Biohazard Suit beeing screamed at under hot studio lights? If so, you already know why you’d need a towel. (I should’ve brought along about ten of those.) By the time I got home last night, I’d managed to lose all the rest of the extra weight ButterCup has been complaining about. That means I don’t hafta go to those Exercise Sessions anymore. That’s a good thing.

Anyway, I gotta get going here. I hafta meet my Acting Coach at a local Auditorium in a little while for my second Acting Lesson. I’ve been told that, today, he’s gonna evaluate my Stage Presents. I’m highly excited about that, but I’m probably gonna hafta ask him to help me unwrap whatever Presents I’ll bee getting, especially if I hafta wear that Biohazard Suit again. (I’m bringing extra towels with me this time.)

I hope everybody has a remarkably effervescent day!

I’ll see ya’ later!