Dear (insert Civil War sounding name here . . . maybe Ruth or Abigale), Things have been quiet down here in the trenches of Conan. […]
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 […]
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 […]
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.” […]
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 . . . […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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. […]
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 […]
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. […]
315/365 – Driving Motivation
When I was living in Chicago, going out was no problem. If I was invited anywhere, I would just hop in my bike, a bus […]
314/365 – Unhealthy
Hey! Guess what? It’s like 10pm and I’m almost finished with unpacking. It’s pretty amazing. Yeah!!!! But now I am seeing what all my inactivity […]
313/365 – Unpacking, Unpacking, Unpacking . . .
The absolute only way I’m ever going to help Megan feel acclimated is to get this damn apartment unpacked and in order. It’s just sucks. Really. […]
312/365 – Fuün Tersjks with Ikea
Legos where my thing when I was a kid . . . Legos and GI Joe. I’ll save The Real American heroes for a post […]
311/365 – And . . . Cue Dreams
5:23pm. Returning to my desk at the PGA. I sit down and look at my laptop. There’s an e-mail form a Mr. Clark – the […]
310/365 – Like Moses Through The Desert
Finally. FINALLY, we get to spend the night in our own apartment. We’re like the Israelites returning home after wandering the desert for years. It […]
309/365 – 8 Events That Ruined Sports (for me)
I got a chance to watch the women’s Olympic marathon today. Impressive! It made me miss the days when I really enjoyed watching the Olympics. […]
308/365 – Practical Uses For Impractical Toys
Saturday. Usually a day of rest. For some. I’m just busy and anxiously awaiting the results from the Monologue test. But, I got a chance […]
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; […]