I just purchased a fabulous VHS camera off of Craigslist in brand new working condition for thirty BUCKS!!! The guy even gave me a broken camera in case the good one broke down we could try to fix it. He lived in West Hollywood, had bleached white hair, a yellow tanktop, zero body fat, shaved legs and armpits and kept saying, "snazzy dazzle". If you really wanna put a face with a body, he really looked like Gunther from friends meets Daniel Craig from James Bond, only pretty old.
The car got too hot for my dogs and the big one threw up all over in it. It's just stewing out there and I feel like I should probably go clean it up or tell Jade to take the other car to dance class but I don't know. Maybe it's funnier if she just smells festering vomit halfway to Silverlake.
Well, well, well, ain't that swell. I'm trying to write a blog at least every other day this week. I think it's sort of therapeutic. It's like talking to a counselor except instead I get to talk to everyone I know all at once about my dirty laundry and let them judge me in the secret quietness of their own hearts.
Jade just went to the bedroom and said, "my dog gave me an STD". I think she was talking to herself so I'm not really sure what to make of that or what that makes of me. We had a slapping contest today. Some of you may think that sounds trashy. That's okay. Jade was raised in a trailer so she's used to males drinking beer and beating her up, usually in the presence of their mullet.
We were arguing over who does more work for the others business and she said that she wanted to slap me and I took it there and laid it on her while she was driving......after I yanked the steering wheel out from under her hands. She acted appalled, like she hadn't suggested the exact same thing a moment ago and then slapped me, right while she was driving. I was appalled. She told me she wanted to slap me again. I just screamed TRUCE because I was afraid.
My friend Scott got a job shooting and editing Denzel Washington's birthday surprise. I guess a bunch of his friends are putting together a deal where they all reenact scenes from movies he's been in. It sounds pretty cool. For those of you completely out of touch with culture, I've included some photos of D.W.:
Here he is just lookin' good.
Here he is playing a general in war.
Here he is playing Bob Marley.
I just finished watching The Foot Fist Way - this movie about Tae Kwan Do. It was pretty good. Here's the trailer:
Jade is in the other room reading my webisodes - the ones I've been frigging SLAVING over for the last month and there is absolutely NO laughter coming from in there, not even a frigging giggle and I'm thinking that project is probably scrapped.
I finished that Behind-the-Scenes thing for Weezer and the photog - OHHH!! A LAUGH!!!! - maybe there's effin'-A hope after all......
....anyway, the photographer was really stoked about them (www.seanmurphyphoto.com). He sent it right over to the bands manager because he said he was going to just crap his pants when he saw it. That's pretty cool. Maybe Rivers Cuomo will see my piece and be so utterly and insanely impressed he will specifically request that I edit their - ANOTHER LAUGH!!!!!! - next music video.
Boners.
I want to get a sketch book and start drawing but lately whenever I start to doodle I just keep drawing the same things over and over again - there's this guy in a suit with a crow's head and a super long beak, a mammoth strong man and a robot with a little wheel instead of a body. Sometimes I wish I could draw - REALLY draw. Like bust a move. I went to high school with this kid named Steve Epp (Ep?) who could draw. So envious. My brother Jared can draw and it sickens me because he's so frigging incredible. He paints and doesn't know what to do with any of it. I tell him he should paint something, sign it (he signs them JxRxD) and then just set them on the street (he lives in Bozeman, Montana so there's a BIT of an art community happening) and just let people find them and take them home. People would say, "Oh, you found a JARED!!!??? I'm always looking....."
We're spending our days seeking out investors and attempting to set up an LLC and an escrow account for the film. Some people say you should have investors BEFORE you set up an LLC, some say after. I don't think anyone knows fer sher.
That's it. Nothing else to report on....
jbro
.....okay, as I was pasting in photos for this stupid thing, Jade let me know that she has finished the web series and probably what's going to happen is that we'll be passing on this little prospect, so if anybody is looking for an eight episode web series that is open to a tiny rewrite (or maybe you'll LOVE it and it's just a difference in taste) you're more than welcome to have these.
The Breakfast Burrito of Rivers Cuomo lies dormant in my fridge. I don't want to say I "stole" it from set - it just somehow ended up in my car with some other stuff.... coca cola, hard drive, lock of River's hair.....i love you.....
I just found this video and it's sort of changed my mind about him. Maybe he's just shy. Maybe he's not a D-hole. Perhaps he was legitimately afraid of me. Sometimes people are afraid of me. One time I just started screaming in this old ladies face at McDonald's. I screamed, "ARE YOU AFRAAAAAAAIIIDDD????" and she said, "YES!!!!" and i said, "YOU SHOULDN'T BE!!! YOU'RE ON SCAAAAAARE TACTIIIIIICS!!!!"
I can't tell if meeting them (The Weeze) has ruined my taste for their music or not, BUT my favorite band, Modest Mouse, came on the radio today and as I listened to Isaac Brock squeal I realized that I never wanted to meet him. I bet he's a big, fat, hairy dick and I'd rather just suspect it than actually confirm it.
I've been working on writing a web series over the course of the past few weeks. I don't talk about it. I don't talk about anything when I'm writing...about what I'm writing. I lie in secret and type things, erase them, retype them. I hit a writer's block about a week and a half ago and have been stuck since. Everything I write is forced and stupid and I hate it. I imagine that's how the guy that wrote Inspector Gadget with Matthew Broderic(k?) feels about almost everything he does.
Jade was watching "The Wedding Planner" the other day with Jennifer Lopez and Matthew McConaughy and I was thinking, "if you did something on this film....wrote it, directed it......served lunch on it....would you / could you be at all proud?" There are just certain things that totally escape me. I just could not EVER imagine myself sitting down to write Maid in Manhattan and actually be able to take myself seriously. Maybe it's just me.
I just finished this movie last night called Evil Breed: The Legend of Samhain - I really wanted to post a trailer because it was so frigging good with really bad Irish accents but I couldn't find anything.
Contrary to Jenna Jameson acting in it and the word "breed" being in the title, this is not a porno. It is a legitimate horror film.
In it's place I'll be putting THIS clip from a movie called The Breed (different from Evil Breed - THE Breed is about a pack of mutant dogs that don't look mutant at all that attack a group of teenagers camping on an empty island. EVIL Breed is about a group of "evil imbred forces that pick off young Americans one by one". That's right from the box.)
A SCENE FROM THE BREED:
That was gold and you probably agree.
Sometimes when I'm driving around, I'll have my music at a pretty standard level, but then, when I approach some people on the sidewalk or if I'm driving through a crowd, I turn it up really loud - louder than is standard - just so people can hear my really loud screaming music and think that I'm really cool. Once I get away from them I turn it down because it hurts my ears.
She-Devil and I went out to sushi the other night with some friends. It was pretty cool. One of my buddies has recently developed Bell's Palsy....something like that - it makes half of his face go on strike. I told him I really liked it because it gave him a sort of John Wayne drawl - and it really did and I really meant it. It's supposed to go away in a few weeks with some pills that he's taking so I suggest he go out and just be the biggest badass pirate type he can be for the next half a month because after that - back to normal. BOOOOOOOO-RIIIIIIING.
I almost choked on a piece of sushi. It was too big and I put it all in my mouth anyway (second time in my life I've had to say THAT) and I just couldn't chew or move it around because it filled my cheeks and pinned down my tongue and it was blocking my throat. Then people started to laugh. Then I started to laugh. Then snot blew out my nose. Then Radu (that's his magician name) was like, "Don't make him laugh!" I was going to die or at least pass out and I was certain the only one who was able to do anything about it would be The Pirate and he was all the way across the table and I was pinned against the wall in between The Magician and the She-Devil.
Wipe snot away.
Wipe mouth with snot-free part of napkin.
Force tongue to snap sushi in two.
Chew.
Tell someone else (pirate?) to eat second HUGE sushi. He does and completes it with more grace than I will ever have, even with only half the functionality of his mouth. I was impressed to say the least.
I haven't left my house in days.
....punched in "recluse" into google image search for a visual and this came back:
...it's a brown recluse bite. I suppose it's just as good as anything else I'd turn up...
When I was a kid i used to listen to my mom talk to the dogs and thought she was crazy. Now I talk to my dogs and wonder what's happened. Am I crazy or is talking to animals just part of growing up? Most of the people I know talk to animals, including Harry Potter, who talks to snakes.
Somehow, the Boner that put the above diddy together managed to put all the time and effort into the AMAZING special effects and then dropped the ball on placing the apostrophe in the proper place.
Also, Harry Potter makes me very angry because he can do magic like my magician friend Radu and I can't.
I jumped on here since i hadn't blogged in a while thinking something would come to me if I just started writing.
I did it. I went to set with Jade and met Weezer.......sort of.....
I was introduced to these guys while I was in junior high over a decade ago....a decade and a half ago with their beautifully crafted hit single "Buddy Holly", directed by creative genius Spike Jonze, who's talent no doubt helped thrust them into the star studded spotlight.
I purchased the Blue Album at a small record store called Music and Sound on Main St. in Mitchell, South Dakota from a man with a blond mullet and two different colored socks named Bob. It was one of the first albums I ever bought and I listened to it in my basement relentlessly while I lifted weights and had teen angst.
They were brilliant. They later released Pinkerton, which, while much different from The Blue Album, is genius in it's own acoustic rock-a-holic way.
Later came The Green Album, Maladroit, Make Believe and The Red Album (named after a red sports car because lead singer Cuomos wanted it to feel FAST and DANGEROUS).
I own them all but The Blue Album is the only one I've ever purchased. My friend Jon Parrish burned Pink and Green for me, I stole (literally stole) Maladroit from my friend Brett Jones in college - he was against burning music and wouldn't let me copy it so I had to break into his room while he was in class, rip-off all his CDs, sneak them back to my room, rip them and sneak them back in. Make Believe and The Red Album I both downloaded illegally drag me to jail.
I've met a few celebrities since I've been out here and have been unphased by them all. Why? Because I think most of the things they've done are trash. Example: Val Kilmer. 'Nuff said.
SO, I went to the studio where they were shooting and I saw them and my genitals crept up inside of me and my stomach twisted into knots and my throat went dry and DAMNIT, BROOKBANK!!! GET YOUR S TOGETHER - YOU GOTTA BE COOOOOL OR THEY WON'T LIKE YOU!!!
I NEEDED them to notice me. I NEEDED to talk to them. I NEEDED to somehow initiate conversation, especially with the little one - the lead singer....RIVERS Cuomo. I NEED to make him laugh. If I'm lucky I will touch him - shake his hand, ruffle his hair.
During Day One I manage to casually coax rhythm guitarist Brian Bell, pictured below being carried by his bandmates...
....into a double game of Foos-Ball where Jade and I proceed to slaughter he and his teammate (the Weezer roadie, Alex). Brian keeps complaining that he didn't know you could spin the men because that's not allowed in tourney play. Oh geez - Foos Ball is a man's game and there are no place for women. I already have a bad taste in my mouth with the guitar player. Jade slams the winning goal and I point right at his face and scream "HAHAHA! EF-YOU!" I can't remember if I actually used "the word" or just the abbreviation.
Later, trapped in a van with the entire band, Patrick, the drummer.....
...is talking about how they can't play China and I ask him why and he gives me some crazy answer about their lyrics but I think he was just brushing me off and it made me want to open the side door of the van and kick him into oncoming traffic.
Scott - the bassist, and third the band has had - was pretty nice.
His kid showed up on set (a 15 month old named Tsukura or Terkhul or something) and we chatted a bit about that. He was polite and laughed and made lots of jokes.
At one point I tried talking to the manager, Bob or Dan or Alex or Steve or I really don't care what his name is because I really don't care who he is and I wasn't talking to him to say I did, but just because he was standing RIGHT next to me at the skate park we were shooting at and he had on this really stupid backwards hat that totally didn't match his business attire and you could tell he was trying to be hip with the kids but it just wasn't working and he had some nice HD cameras that I wanted to know more about so I tried talking to him about them and he sort of just pushed me off and I wanted to crack his skull open with a skateboard because he made me feel about two feet tall but then I realized he was an idiot that had lost touch with civilization and the entire generation he was trying to promote to.
DAY TWO.
It is my last day to make contact with Rivers Cuomo, who I believe to be a musical genius. He's been very quiet and I haven't seen him smile. He seems to have a tendency to stick to himself and not talk.
We are all standing on a corner, waiting to cross. It says walk and the band and photographer start to go. Rivers is on the ground behind me with a small group of other people - my wife, the make-up person, clothing, some other people - and he's tying his shoes...actually, the wardrobe person is tying his shoes FOR him. I don't know what that was all about. I wait for him - I'd LOVE to be stopped on a corner with him, maybe give me an opportunity to spark a conversation...
I glance behind me and he is gone. I glance back to the street and see him darting across with only three seconds left before the lights change. Now I'm trapped on the side with my wife and nobody famous and awesome.
As soon as it switches back I run across, screaming in my head that you MUST initiate conversation. I've smiled at him a few times in passing and it's just not cutting it. I take my camera - I'm there shooting all the behind the scenes stuff, so it's okay to be close to them - and begin shooting. At one point Rivers comes and stands right next to me and I almost lose control of my bowels.
I say "screw it" (in my head) and turn to him and say, "Hey, I've been watching your "Let's Write a Sawng" series on youtube - it's pretty cool."
It's this thing he's doing where he has people submit small parts of songs they've written and lyrics and he pieces them all together or gives them direction and he's orchestrating this peice put together by the youtube community. Brilliant.
Anyway, he says, "oh yeah?"
And I say, "Yeah - the last one I watched was like episode 14 - how to rewrite the bridge".
And he says, "oh yeah?"
And I say, "Yeah - whaddaya plan on doing with it afterwards?"
And he says, "I don't know - I don't really have a plan"
And I say, "Oh".
And then he walks away and says to Sean, the photographer, "Am I wrapped for the day?"
And Sean says "yes" and Rivers walks out of my life, probably forever, leaving me completely and utterly unsatisfied with my rockstar superstar star-star super heroes.
I don't like this story. Here's the one I WANTED to tell....
I show up to set and Scott tells me that he really likes my Seattle Space Needle shirt. I thank him graciously and inquire as to how the shoot is going so far. He tells me in a brief, but intense, 3-4 minute conversation.
Jade takes me to the back to show me where the snacks are and on the way I accidentally bump into Rivers, who is standing with Pat and I just say, "excuse me" and "hi" and stick out my hand and introduce myself and he shakes my hand and says, "Rivers - thanks for helping out today". Pat just nods to me and I say "hey" and then grab some agua.
On my way back Brian has joined the small tribe, as has the wardrobe and make-up person and I stop to talk to them and make some joke about something that I would think of on the spot and everyone (including Rivers and now Brian as well) would laugh at.
I'd walk off and the shoot would proceed as normal. Occasionally I would make jokes and we'd chat and become pretty good set friends. At the end maybe I could do a small high-5 and a little fist bump.
I'm going to go take some Xanax and try not to hang myself.
Jade is back. I can finally stop having sex with my pillows. Life is good again. My job over at BRAVO! ended last Friday. I'm trying to slip back into days but it's turning out to be quite difficult. I can't sleep at night and I can't seem to roll from bed until noon and then am exhausted during the day. I've tried huffing gas to wake me up but it just gives me a headache.
Jade and I are supposed to be going to set with Weezer tomorrow for the latest and last photo shoot....well....maybe not their last photo shoot, but their final album shoot. This is, contractually, their final album, I guess.
I feel like I can't wear my glasses to set because Rivers has glasses that are similar to them, maybe a little smaller, but since he has more friends I'd feel like I were somehow trying to steal his identity...WHICH I'M NOT! Plus I'm already in a band. We're called The Rubber Bands and it's just me playing the skin flute alone in the shower, sometimes with a camera, sometimes not, just depending.
We sent out our investor packet today to some investors and are really keeping our fingers crossed. We're constantly on the prowl for people who want to get involved. Know someone? SEND EM OUR WAY, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!!!! Geez, Louise, do I gotta beg?
Jade is in bed and I sort of wanna go mess with her but I don't wanna get in trouble. She gets cranky when you jump on top of her and start screaming that the house is on fire while she's dreaming about things.
I was walking down the street the other day and saw this older-ish Mexican guy sleeping in his truck (of course - that's all they drive.....shoot.....is THAT racist? I feel like it's true....I don't know). Anyway, I had an impulse to go up to this window and just begin banging on it and screaming at him until he woke up, afraid, and then I'd just run away.
At work I took a pee and then was leaving the bathroom and had the impulse to shut off the light and leave the guy taking a dump in the far stall alone in the dark.
I was at work and ate a bunch of cake - choco choco chip. This stuff was RICH and I was HUNGRY and I ate WAY TOO MUCH. I went to the bathroom because fer sher I was going to blow chunks. I barfed all over in the toilet and it was thick and brown and clumpy and I had a third and final impulse to just leave it there, splashes up on the seat, floating around in the toilet. Let someone think that someone else's bung sprung a gasket in here. It really did look like a nightmare.
I cleaned it up, flushed and washed my hands. Ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich because my stomach was empty and hungry again.
I started reading "The Grapes of Wrath" earlier this week. Wow - so much better than I was anticipating. Already they've talked about a guy killing another guy with a shovel and a pig eating a live baby. The whole book paints a very unsettling, hopeless picture for the poor Joads. Joad....isn't that the space between the balls and butt hole? I should pierce my Joad.
Jade and I went to see "Drag Me to Hell" yesterday. Whoa. Didn't really want to see it but really wanted to see SOMETHING, so we caught that. Wasn't really a horror movie. More accurately described as a TERROR movie. It's just pretty spine-tingling from start to ending with, what is probably an incredible ending. Sort of predictable, but then the execution is just so flipping great and it didn't even bother me that Justin Long from the apple commercials (is that him?) was in it.
At one point this girl just screamed out loud (SOL) and then there was silence and then everyone laughed. It was such a good movie that I clapped at the end. A few other people started to join me but then it died and we all felt QUITE foolish.
Today Jade and I watched "Rumplestiltskin". Incredible. I think the trailer pretty much sums it up nicely - oh, and the last line is probably the best thing. Very cinematic. Very brilliant.
I can't tell if this is funny or scary or silly or what, but it's goin' up!
Started watching a new webisode series called "Douchebag Beach". It'll probably come up if you search for it on youtube. Pretty funny.
Started watching Mystery Science Theater 3000 doing "Teenage Strangler". It had it's moments.
Trying to set up an LLC - does ANYONE have any ideas for me? I'm trying to set one up in South Dakota. Does anyone know anyone? Anyone that's not a total Joad? Jade just shot her first wedding, you can check it out, blog and all here:
http://www.theletterbblog.com/
Some pretty solid stuff up there. Man, I really should go in there and start screaming about a fire....maybe I should just start a fire.....just a little one in the corner in a garbage can.
I'm getting ready to start talking about how we made sweet and sour meatballs for dinner and truthfully, I don't want to bore you with it and I'm sort of boring myself right now.
I'll let you know how the Weezer thing goes if it goes at all.
Jade's been out of town for almost a week. I am a hermit. I write, I read, I watch movies, I try to write more. My dog's shed. Clementine needs a hair cut. She has an ear infection. My friend Scott calls me and asks me to come over and go swimming. I do. We find a turd in the pool - what we SUSPECT to be a turd in the pool - and jump out. We don't chance it. We make pizza. We eat pizza. We watch an old movie he made in high school and laugh at how cheesey it is. Cheesey in a good way - boxes that eat people. We modge-podge together. He tells me he hates his neighbors. We watch his neighbors in the dark. His wife comes home and puts on Boy Meets World. I try making fun of it but can't stop watching. She leaves to shower. The episode ends. I wait a moment to see if Scott will play the next one. He doesn't. I am disappointed so ask him to. He and I both wonder if the beer drinking dude-bros next door and their slutty girlfriends think we're "fags" because we're sitting close together on a couch, modge-podging, drinking tea, watching Boy Meets World. Ryder Strong is a bad boy and a teen heart throb. I go home at midnight and stay up for another six hours writing, reading, watching movies and trying to write some more. I fall asleep and wake up at two. It's Memorial Day and I stay at home, read, clean and give writing a break. I fall asleep at six again, wake up at two, wash the dishes, go to work at six, arrive at seven. Edit. The night goes well. I am on top of my game. I am pleased with my cut. Everyone leaves early. Everyone is done early. I am the only one left. The building is dark. The hallway is dark. When I'm ready to leave I hit the elevator button and become highly paranoid while standing in the pitch black hallway. I suddenly fear zombies (specifically the one that kills Johnny in the 1990 remake of Night of the Living Dead) and this giant doll that was featured on Nick at Nite's Are you Afraid of the Dark? These two things have always scared me and probably always will. I fear the elevators opening up and one single solitary zombie shambling out. What are the chances? It didn't happen. I ride the elevator down and think I've gotten trapped somewhere between the second and first floor. No - the door opens. I go to my car and feel a pain in my chest. I think I'm dying. Then it's gone and I'm fine. I drive home. My dog's are excited to see me (no matter what time it is) and that is one of the reasons I love them and I wish I could have that kind of excitement everytime I saw a friend. I write four episodes of Patrick and Molly that I've thought of throughout the day and I think they're okay but could maybe use a little flushing out. I read more of The Rules of Attraction by Brett Easton Ellis and go to bed where I have a dream that Matt Stone (co-creator of South Park) is trying to take away the chinese food he bought me for lunch because I didn't eat it right away. I tell him I just had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich not ten minutes ago and I promise I'll eat it in just a bit. He is very mad at me and the dream is very serious and I want to cry in the dream. The last two nights I've had dreams where I'm naked and feeling insecure. I wake up and have missed the mailman AGAIN. Can't seem to get my netflix out. Want to start watching Breaking Bad - some show everyone is talking about where this guy has cancer. I think about cancer every day. Everyday I think about cancer. This person who follows my blog just got cancer. This girl who was my senior prom date just thought she had cancer (she did not) a guy I went to high school with died of cancer of few years back. A girl I went to high school with died a few years after that. A guy I went to high school with just found out he has leukemia. I cry about it. I send out a message on facebook asking for his contact info and aquire his cell phone number. I call him and leave a message. I tell him what happened to me and that I'd like to talk to him, just to say hello. Just to say that it sucks and I get it. It was good for me to talk to someone who had experienced it. Ridden the Dragon. I get cut off on his machine and call back. I finish my message and leave my email. For some reason, every time I pass a pretty girl on the street I wonder if she's ever had cancer. I don't know why I think this. Only girls. Only pretty ones.
So I'm up late - it's about 2:30. I just finished watching this Andy Dick movie called Danny Roane: First Time Director or something like that. Just getting ready to watch Diary of the Dead. Thinking about going to see Terminator alone at a matinee tomorrow. Buy a pretzel, eat a pretzel...with cheese.
I'm the guy crunching on garbage well into the movie. You can hear me slobbering all over my soft bread, my crunchy nachos, slurping away at my cola (my wife's cola / pop / soda).
I'm a slob. The house is a mess. Spent a few hours tidying it up. Made spaghetti for dinner. Ate it alone. Drank the final to final diet coke. One left. I'm turning into a chunky junky.
Been trapped on youtube all day. Can't stop.
Found a great webisode series called "Leaving Bliss".
Here's the second episode, it's a great still image:
I didn't watch the first episode, so I can't vouche for it, but 2-7 are pretty good.
Thinking about eating more spaghetti.
Thinking about reading more of my book - The Rules of Attraction by Brett Easton Ellis.
Just saw this trailer for the new movie "Sherlock Holmes" directed by Guy Ritchie (Snatch, Lock Stock and Two Smokin' Barrels - he was or is or was married to Madonna). Looks great. His fight scenes are unreal. Check it out:
Been working at that job for BRAVO! that I got last week. People there are all really cool. A few of my friends are there and a couple of them are even working nights so we get to be zombies and eat brains together, hide from the sun in a group. Drive an hour to work alone, wishing we could carpool.
My buddy Scott just started on Thursday. He came into my bay and I ask him if he's brought in dinner. He says no.
I say he should go grab something - and make sure not to make it a turkey sandwich. I made that mistake the first couple nights - bad thing to eat when you don't want to fall asleep.
So I give Scotty my card to get out of the gates and he goes to Ralph's to buy some grub. Calls me about an hour later and says he can't get my card to work in the elevator. Says he's swiping it but it's not clicking on.
I tell him you don't NEED a card for the elevator. He says he's pushing the button and it's just not working.
I go to the elevator and hit the UP button - I'll just buzz him up. The elevator comes up and the doors open - I'm on the phone with him - and nobodies inside.
I tell him I'm in the elevator and he's not.
Poor Scott - he left and then went into the wrong building. In fairness to him, they DO all look alike on the lot.
Funny stuff.
Remember Mr. Belding from Saved by the Bell?
Do you think he knew what was going on here?
Oh man, what else, what else? I'm sorry if this is boring. I'm just trying to fill in the time. I'm working on a new web series right now - writing it. I LOVED shooting Patrick and Molly. I had so much fun. It was sort of depressing getting up on Monday and not being able to go back to set.
I'm working on episode 5 right now. I think it'll probably be a 12 episode thing. We'll see how it turns out - maybe garbage. Sometimes things are garbage. Sometimes you hide them. I wrote four more Patrick and Mollies - season 2? I don't know. Maybe.
I'm trying to give a script away right now. It's called Transient. It's a dark comedy about a transgender time traveler that accidentally falls in love with himself in the future. I don't know - garbage? Sometimes it's hard to tell.
I fell asleep last night / this morning paranoid that someone was hiding in my closet and was going to come out and stab me while I slept. Sometimes I'm afraid of things like that.
I used to be afraid of monsters when I was younger. Jason Voorhees. Freddy Kreuger.
Now I'm afraid of psychopaths and madmen with butcher knives - Michael Myers. Three foot tall old women with paper white skin and red hair, chattering in the dark, stabbing me when I'm not looking scares me too.
Is that it?
I think that's it.
Stay cool.
I'm gonna write another page and then watch Diary of the Dead.
