No, Mom, that's not me on "Pysch"

As an actor, I'm constantly being asked if "that was you in that Audi commercial" or "I thought I saw you as a dead body on Law&Order, was it?" Sometimes. Sometimes not.

The answer to the most recent spate of "was that you" questioning is, sadly, is no. And that question is, "Are you that guy on Psych?" asked in almost breathless tones. If I am not being asked if I'm that guy on Psych, I am being told that that guy, or rather the character he plays, behaves just like me.

Great. Not only does this guy apparently look like me (I don't see it), but apparently, he's stolen my mannerisms, which after watching the pilot, I can't fully deny. When I'm feeling playful and goofy, I sometimes pretend to be psychic as well as a little smarmy. That seems to fit the behavior of this character pretty well according to the trailer.

But for the last time, everyone who knows me or kind of knows me, from my time at Emerson or L.A.M.D.A. or from stand-up or from wherever...it's not me!

Not to worry, old friends and dear new readers, let me assure you that I have been on television yes, that I've been in a few movies too, and that I am as of this week verrrrry close to booking a couple national commercials. But no, you have not scene me on any major motion picture or tv show recently. Keep in mind, old friends and dear new readers, that I spend at least half my time writing or doing stand up or revealing fringe religious zealots for the nutjobs that they are (my own father included). Therefore my efforts and the fruits they bare will take a little longer to become apparent than had I chosen to pursue an "acting only" agenda.

This is all fine though. Thick Skin Mc Crespo here isn't bothered by any of that. I'm used to this occasional mistaking of someone else for me. It even gives me a perverse kind of hope, the thinking being that if someone who only looks like me can get work, then ipso facto, the real thing can't fail to get some nice juicy parts.

I fully believe that, if only because I must or I'd be replacing my body's electrolytes with my own tears every day. But, that does not mean, I relish dwelling in that frame of mind! For instance being told by twelve people on three different coasts within the space of two days that "that new guy on Psych looks and acts just like you!" is not what I would call helpful to the already constantly battered ego of any artist.

Regardless, thank you all for at least believing I could have booked that. As for the guy who actually plays the role of (and I'm aware of the nomenclatural irony here) Shawn Spencer...I'm happy for him.

His name is James Roday and I'm sure he deserves to be where he is. That said, I'm not so sure I deserve to be where I am, which is delivering juice to corporate executives all next week in an ungodly temp assignment in mid-town, but then, maybe I do. Maybe my engrams are acting up, right Scientologists!

Or a more likely conspiratorial scenario would be that my constant mocking of Scientology (Xenu Be Praised!) has blacklisted me.

Whatever the case, I'm here to help you distinguish between me, Sean Crespo, and the guy on Psych whose name is NOT Sean Crespo but James Roday. Below please find 6th grade style Flash Memory Cards. There are only two so you really have no reason for any more confusion. Just print then cut them out. Watch as your brain starts to work within minutes! And if that's not enough, Drink At Work's latest short film "A DRINK WITH YOUR COWORKERS" is available right below this blog entry on my site's main page. Hit play. Look at me, look at Roday. You decide.

Look, it's all going to be fine. Remember, my day is coming...it's just not...right now.

Or next week, since I'll be delivering juice.

Maybe the week after. I have nothing scheduled for then.

SIGH.

Enjoy.

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