March 2004 Archives

I think I had a good test of my mettle in the last twenty-four hours. To recap - Drop car off in parking lot, assuming that the lot was for an adjoining building, return later, and the car is now locked behind a gate. After trying to find someone to open it, I found one of "those people" - wouldn't help anyone for anything, imagine, in LA. Anyway, I ended up staying in Carbone's guest room, and grabbed my car at six this morning.

Now - I could have gone on (and on, and on, and on, etc.) about how awful this was, how life was unfair, and gotten really mad at everyone around. Seriously, who does that help. The only bad thing out of the whole experience was I didn't get to sleep at home. Honestly, nothing that bad happened. A little inconvenience, maybe, but not even that much. I was home by seven am. Now, if you figure it was around midnight when I tried to leave, that's about the time I would be unconscious anyway.

All in all I think that if everyone just didn't panic when life decided to leave a flaming bag of poop on our doorstep, we'd all be a lot happier.

Then again, when I've perfected running my life, they will assign me another one to look over.

Oh this has been a doozy. My blog authoring tool just expired, so I'm doing this manually. Bleh. There's more, but I'm just going to let it go. I think that may be the only way to de-stress.

I am so full. Conwell was burning a promo for the Larmaie Project, and he was good enough to buy pizza.

Problem.

I ATE THE PIZZA.

I am far, far to full.

The chocolate silk pie didn't help.

I was going to loose weight.

Whoops.

I have to say, after watching this film, anyone who wants to make movies has to see it.

If only to see how a movie can crumble even with the best people involved.

A deep fog soaked into every crevasse of Los Angeles this cool spring night. Traffic had been so bad we missed the show we were going to see, but all was not lost - we made it just in time for the after party. There is nothing like LA traffic. Even at nine at night.

My hope for the evening was to see a certain white haired comedian. Alas, so had quite a few people, because he was jetting out in his black car as we pulled up. But we did see him. Just a brush of celebrity for the night. I would have been content with that.

We got inside the party - which, technically we gate crashed, since we had not seen the accompanying show, but I digress - and I nearly ran over Anne Hathaway, who kept looking at me as if she was desperate to not be recognized. Fortunately, I hadn't at that point. It was only later that I realized who I almost knocked over.

After meeting up with Jody (who is going to get us tickets to another day of the show - small victories), we go to get a cranberry and Sprite for my very pregnant wife. As I stand at the bar I see (in no particular order) - the mother from Everybody Loves Raymond, the mother from Poltergeist (a theme perhaps of motherhood), and Mr. Pitt from Seinfeld (so much for that pattern). Then I spot Dr. Johnny Fever, who normally I would have flipped over, but this is the third time I've seen him at one of these opening parties, so he and I are old hat now.

The evening wound down early-ish, and we had an uneventful, albeit incredibly foggy (thank goodness for fog lights) drive home.

Between tonight and Smallville night (Annette O'Toole, Tom (Clark) Welling, Michael McKean, Sam (Pete) Jones III, I have had more celebrity sightings than anyone should have. Unless, they are themselves a celebrity.

One last thing - I saw this on Yahoo News:

WASHINGTON (AFP) - NASA (news - web sites) has developed a computer program that comes close to reading thoughts not yet spoken, by analyzing nerve commands to the throat.

I am officially very afraid.

This is a jam packed week to say the least.

Monday - Smallville meet the cast and creators at the DGA (Thanks Bill)
Tuesday - Choral
Wednesday - Opening night of Steve Martin's new play at the Geffin

And a bunch of other stuff that is going on, but I don't want to jinx myself by talk ing about it.

Hope you all have a great week.

"I never could get a hang of Thursdays."
-Douglas Adams The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

It's been a very interesting few weeks. I did a presentation for Dennis Hopper's Lifetime Achievement Award at MethodFest, and Monday I went to a table read for the TV show at our new director's house. Not house, actually, 16th floor penthouse. I spent most of the read staring out down La Cieniga from 16 floors in the air.

It was at about that moment that I relized that this might acutally happen. For real, this time next year I could just have finished shooting the first season of a TV show. That's on actual Television. I don't want to put the cart before the horse or anything, but I think in the back of my mind I had a lot of doubt about the politics of this show getting on the air. Not the quality of the show or the people involved, but it is hard to get a show on TV, but after meeting at this penthouse of a director who directs TV shows, its that much closer.

Needless to say, I am now going to get headshots, and try to re-focus life/career to get it back on track. I've tried for almost 3 years now to get a "real" job, and maybe the universe is just saying, "Not for you." Looks like we'll see.