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Monthly Archives: August 2012

What?  I heard about the sex scandal . . . Ohhhh, you want a sex scandal.

334/365 – Informed

Things are busy.  But good.  I’m becoming more informed than I ever have before.  Reading the news websites and getting acquainted with politics again is giving me a ken sense of the world’s status.  And it’s all for comedy.  It’s not a bad deal being […]

Here, step into my elevator.  I put on some Muzak while you wait.

333/365 – That “Oh Shit” Moment

It’s been really exciting knowing that I’ve kept my wedding promise to write one of these posts everyday for a year.  It’s much more exciting as I get to the final month of the blog.  Everyday, I’ve been getting these things written — whether or […]

Larry.  The real dream machine.

332/365 – The Dream Machine

Do you know what’s more embarrassing than playing 7th grade basketball in super tight 50’s shorts?  Having a step-dad attend the games and yell, “Timmy Dean, the basketball machine!” Yep, those were my young adult years; having my step dad yell different variations of the […]

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331/365 – Fear

I was asked what my biggest fear was a few weeks back.  It was for an improv class and I was unprepared for the question, so I just blurted out, “Bugs!”  Don’t get me wrong, bugs are nasty little shit heads.  I mean, that whole […]

Next time I'll just wear this to the commissary.

330/365 – Ellen

When I was in Chicago, good things were happening all the time.  It wasn’t as if I was some down on my luck bum, scooping up the shitty remains of success as I trudged my way to mediocrity.  But it did feel as if my […]


329/365 – Hard at Work, Or Hardly Working?

Busy bee am I.  Just buzz buzz buzz.  Weeeee.  Just zipping around.  Getting things done.  Making the rounds.  Feeling the feel.  Pooping the chud.  Chewing the fat.  Creeping the FB.  Writing . . . Damn it, I’m busy. Today has been one of those rare […]

Dear God, he's still on how to bag your sandwich.  Can we please just eat now?

328/365 – Blah, Blah, Blah, Improv, Blah

The surest way to know if someone is not confident in their knowledge is if they over explain something.  Actually, it’s probably a better indicator of someone who is uncomfortable with their communication skills.  Somewhere inside these people lies a deep rooted fear that the […]


328/365 – LA at Night

Thought this may, MAY be a day off.  Good try, Tamisiea.  Nope.  No day off for you.  So much writing.  So much work.  Between personal projects and professional (intern) I have a lot of shit to do.  So, blog, screw you.  My computer must be […]


327/365 – Audience PA & Pete Holmes

Today, the fan was stricken by feces.  I mean, it was good feces . . . not the smelly kind.  The kind I usually produce; smells like roses, comes out with a bow and looks like a pony.  That kind of feces. I was only […]

Another tea delivery to the trenches.  I hope it's Lemon Zinger.  I hope.

326/365 – A Letter From The Trenches

Dear (insert Civil War sounding name here . . . maybe Ruth or Abigale), Things have been quiet down here in the trenches of Conan.  I feel as if all we’ve done is reorganized the kitchen . . . so much tea.  Everywhere tea.  Tea. […]


325/365 – HK3K

Got up at 6am.  Arrived in Culver City at 7:30am.  Got in a van and was driven to the set of Megan’s favorite show, Hell’s Kitchen.  Yes, I was able to dine in the kitchen of everyone’s favorite blowhard chef, Gordon Ramsey. He’s actually an […]


324/365 – Termite Terrace

Today I started my internship with Conan . . . But let me back track a bit to give you some perspective about what happened today.  See, a long time ago, there was actually a place where art was organically produced as opposed to being […]

A what?!  No!  I just want to to tease some poor guards over there.  how dare you assume I would want to do . . . that.

323/365 – Old Habits . . .

I did it again.  No, I didn’t play with your heart.  If I had done that I would have said, “Oops, I did it again.” What I did do was to allow myself to get sucked into a video game time warp.  Again.  Yeah, I […]


322/365 – Brown Bottle Flu

Last night I had 4 Tecate beers.  Four.  F-O-U-R.  You know how many fingers are on your hand, minus the thumb?  Four . . . okay, maybe five.  Here’s the thing, ether Tecate really doesn’t jive with me or I truly am hitting the breaking […]

For the person who drinks in appreciation for taste.

321/365 – An Adult Kind of Dwelling Space

I don’t care what anyone says, the real difference between an adult living space and the space of someone who refuses to grow up is wall art. Yeah, you heard me.  Stuff your theories about furniture and kitchen appliances and fresh fruit and bar soap […]


320/365 – Four-Eyes

For someone who has worn glasses for most of his life, I’m piss porn at the upkeep of my eyewear.  Maybe it’s because I started wearing them at 10, which never allowed me to gain the full appreciation for their real purpose.  I never really […]


319/365 – Belittle Update!

Most film students worship Wes Anderson.  Well, I think there’s a large majority who do.  He’s probably the first auteur to come into Hollywood in a very long time.  I’d say the last one was Quentin Tarrentino.  What I’m saying is that I count myself […]


318/365 – Last Day At The PGA

From one internship to another, I’m floating around LA like a man with a mission . . . a mission to create no new income.  I just have to keep telling myself that these unpaid internships will pay off in the future.  I have to […]

Look, sweetie, breakfast?  Don't look to the right.  just eat.

317/365 – The Ants Go Marching

Let’s just say, for shits and giggles, you’ve just moved into a new apartment.  And let’s just suppose, for farts and laughs, that there’s a minor ant problem in the kitchen.  Okay?  Got it?  Now, just for poops and chuckles, you tell your landlord and […]

And there's a lot of turd out here in LA.  A lot.

316/365 – You Know Who Your Friends Are . . .

. . . when they help you move.  Am I right, gang?  Huh?  Huh? Seriously.  There’s nothing worse than having to move on your own.  Megan and I experienced that dreadful experience when we moved here.  We had our pal Andrew with us for a […]