Wednesday, April 29, 2009

done and doner

I got a ridiculous amount of crap from service professionals today. Went to get my estimate at this teensy auto repair shop--so teensy in fact that I drove right past it. On the way back I almost jumped the curb because this place has the most absurd parking lot design I've ever seen. It's one building with two doors. In front of each side are parking spaces. In the middle is a giant tree. The driveway is where the tree is. It's absurd. The guy at the shop made fun of me and asked me if I normally have an SUV. Then when I got dinner and wanted to get my food sans mayo, I got grief about that too. Seriously, not liking mayo and having trouble parking around a frigging tree are perfectly legitimate things. Frazzak.

I got about half my list done. More than I expected.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009


My first roommate from college to get married sure set the bar high. She looked amazing, married a guy she's been with for almost 8 years, had the ceremony at Grace Episcopal in Old Saybrook, followed by a sweet reception at the Water's Edge in Westbrook. The stuff of yuppie dreams. But, seriously, it was truly classy.

This is the first time travel has knocked me this hard. I feel like my head is going to crack in half. Gah.

I normally don't talk about what I work on, but we're doing this Canadian show that's their equivalent of Baywatch, but with no bathing suits that is hilarious. If only all our shows were Canadian Baywatch, I would complain loads less.

To do tomorrow: read rest of NA's manuscript, go get my car damage estimate for the second time, do about 5 hours of freelance work, see 17 Again, try to do something resembling exercise, work on a script idea, edit my own book, finish Le Clezio book, grocery shop...

Anyone want to take bets on how much of that's gonna happen?

Thursday, April 23, 2009


You could give up ice cream and long for ice cream and then the one day you permit yourself to have ice cream, you eat it's kind of lost its deliciousness. How could you lose ice cream? you ask yourself.

I'm afraid what's gonna happen when I eat pizza.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

what's with the Coldplay v. Radiohead jokes?

Okay, so I have to preface this by saying I do not watch Hannah Montana. Really, I don't. But my roommate does on occasion, and sometimes I don't have the energy to leave the room. Recently, there was an episode where Hannah's two friends had a fight that was partly about one of them loving Coldplay more than Radiohead. And guess what? Last night on My Boys, two guys fought over Coldplay v. Radiohead AGAIN!

Seriously? This is a discussion? I mean, I get it. Your average, music-loving guy doesn't want to admit they like Coldplay. Coldplay is romantic, and Coldplay was a bit cheesy back in the day. More to the point, and I've said this before, they sounded like they were U2 imitators. But let's face it. Viva la Vida proved us Coldplayer haters wrong. They're a great band. And they're nothing like Radiohead. I mean, yes, they're both from the British Isles, and yes, they're both popular and play music that could be categorized in the same genre, but it's not similar really at all, so comparing them is an exercise in lameness.

So, yeah, you can love both. Now let's move on to TV that's fascinating because it scares the Mahatma Gandhi out of you. Last night, I switched between Life After People (great concept, boring execution last night) and I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant, which was just the scariest thing. I had no idea you could NOT KNOW you were pregnant, unless you were Peggy Olson and deluding yourself. As far as LAP goes, I didn't know about the chip with human DNA on the International Space Station. I didn't realize anyone thought it was important or even possible to try to recreate humanity after we wipe ourselves out. As far as I'm concerned, species get one shot. You bring something back and Jurassic Park happens. No good. It is sad to think that everything will revert, but it does make me feel better about the possibility of NOT being the most successful writer ever. Anyhow. Two shows good to scare and entrance you at the same time, like a Stephen King movie.

Btw, I'm in CT, and it's quite brisk. Gah.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

good night for SNL

So I was watching SNL last night, and it was pretty good, right? Michaela Watkins was hilarious as the woman, and I enjoyed Jon Bovi. I liked the HSM4 sketch till they brought out Walt Disney. I have to say it was (and finally) all about Jason Sudeikis. He's fantastic. And way to commit on the foot sketch.

And then there were the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. I love their sound AND their look. Very cool and old school. I just wish their lyrics were a bit better and they felt more original.

Tears ('cause I'm laughing so hard) for Fears

Dustin McLean, you're awesome.

Thursday, April 9, 2009


Saving me from dairy depravation-induced suicide since 2009.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009


You could really want to see a movie, say Watchmen, for example, but every time you make plans to see it, your plans are foiled. Foiled! Like the world wants to give your plans lots and lots of highlights! Foiled!

Friday, April 3, 2009


Showtime, you vagabond! Not picking up The End of Steve? Are you insane? Seriously, another network (yo, F/X, I'm looking at you, brother) has to pick up this show. And then I have to work on it. Because I don't want to keep listing all the things that go wrong. I want to list the things that go right.

Speaking of which, I need to get back on the writing wagon ASAP. It's like some jerk from the playground stole my writing wagon and put all his stupid action figures in it and hauled it around the Valley and won't give it back to me.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Mama did raise a fool, actually

I gave up dairy today. Cheese, milk, ice cream, all that stuff. Just for two months, but already I'm irritated. Actually, it's more likely my sprained ankle and probably broken toe (stupid jump roping accident, don't want to talk about it) that are bugging me, but I'm so used to dairy in everything. A burger with cheese. A salad with shredded cheese. Tacos--cheese. Sandwiches--cheese. The sheer number of calories I'm going to lose in my diet is going to be amazing. I hope. I really hope.
In summing up, I wish I had some kind of affirmative message to leave you with. I don't. Would you take two negative messages?
-- Woody Allen