AD (Assistant Director)

I wanted to write last night, considering I had such a good day in the morning.  But buy the time I came home from waiting tables, I was dead tired.  I slept like a baby last night.

So let's get to yesterday morning.  It went great.  I think I had the quickest career advancement in a matter of hours.  So I was supposed to be the BBG, but the Key Grip was a no show.  So then I was bumped to that.  One of the Producers called two Grips to set, so then I really didn't have much to do.  The Director was also the DP and I could see he was having a tough time doing both of roles and trying to run the set at the same time.  Seeing this right before my eyes, I jumped in and started calling out stuff.  

I quietly asked the Director if it was ok, cause I didn't want to step on his toes.  He eagerly said it wasn't a problem and he appreciated the help.  It took a minute, but shortly after that I was full blown in AD mode.  

It was for an H&M commercial.  Not to mention we were shooting on 35mm. 

Sexy isn't it?

Eight hours and one sunburn later, I was driving home.  The shoot went over the expected wrap time, but that's no surprise.  I had to leave before we could wrap.  (I had to give myself enough time to get home, shower, get ready for work and take out the dogs.  Yes, in that order.)

Left to go wait tables.  The night started off slow and prospects of making money weren't looking good.  It started to pick up a bit.  Luckily, one of "Closers" asked if I want to switch.  I said, "hell yeah!" thinking to myself, rent is due in one day.  I ended up working almost till midnight.  It was one of those 18 hour days, with an 1 hour break to get home and get ready again.

Needles to say, I think I woke up around noon today.  Didn't do much today.  Ran some errands.  Which did include going to the bank and depositing all my hard earned cash, just to cover the rent check I had to write today.  I hate the 1st of the month!

I hate having to think or deal with Student Loan bull#*&*.  It really hurts my brain.  I downloaded the Atmosphere song, "You", cause it pretty much described my situation. Listen to the words.   

Best Boy Grip (BBG)

Keepin it short tonight.  I've got a 7am call time in Gardena.  Hopefully wrap no later then 1pm, get back, shower up,  then head off to wait tables for the night...It's gonna be a long day.  

I haven't gotten to bed any earlier then 2am this week.  Sh%* I hope I get some sleep.  Maybe I 'll have a cool pic for tomorrow.  Wish me luck.  

Buenos Noches.

In a nutshell

Had a lot on my mind last night.  It's been a long week and I didn't even work the last four days.  How does that work?  Oh yeah, letting your friend bum your couch for a week might do that.

Got a bad night sleep.  I got woken up three different time that morning.  When I finally did get up, I was cranky as a mutha.  

Dropped off "the script" to a producer I know.  I took Beverly Glen back up from Westwood.  I couldn't believe it only took me 15min to get back to Sherman Oaks.  I hate The 405.

Went to go wait tables.  It was slow night.  It's hard to make money right now.  This has been a tough month and I know it's just gonna get tougher.  By the way, if you go out to dinner with over ten people, order a ton drinks non stop, randomly order all your food at different times, and stay for three hours +.  YOU SHOULD  TIP MORE THEN 15%.  That's all I'm saying.  When you get good service, the difference between 15%, 18% and 20%, really isn't that much.  I think you should tip based on service you get when you go out.  That's all.  

Mid week

Alright, so first I'll start off by admitting that I didn't write last night.  I would have, honestly, but I was just incompasitated.  I was drunk, what can I say.  Michael is still here and he likes to drink. So I hang out with my friend and do the thag.  I spent the night sipping on some Jameson and chasing it with Newcastle.  It was a good night.  Up until I left at least.  Everything got a little bury after that point.  I woke up this morning with two scraped knees and bruised back.  I don't know what happened, but I know at some point I got Michael in a triangle choke.  Booze.  

Today I was worthless.  It become a regular thing lately.  I know I drank too much when I feel like ass the next day.  My body just doesn't recoup the way it did when I was younger.  Damm, growing up is wried, especially when your body doesn't react the way it used to.

Good thing for the GF.  She comes and takes care of me when I'm feelin bad or just in a bad mood.  She knows me so well.  Imagine that?  And yet she's still around.  Either she's still young and puts up with my shit cause she doesn't know any better, or she's got an understanding beyond her years, and she deals with my shit cause she understands.

Ne-ways.  I went to Casa Vega on Ventura tonight.  It was guy's (Brandon) birthday today.  I was surprised he called me for the invite.  I got to meet and chit chat with six other Buca people.  I was surprised how cool everyone was.  I think I'm gonna like it there.  It's a different crowd.  Late twenties crew.  I fit right in, now that I'm 27 and all.  F#&k that's weird.  Whatever, at least I know I can still compete.  I've still got it, at least if I try.

I'm running errand tomorrow, cleaning my room.  Everything feels better when it's clean.  Maybe I'm just OCD?  I don't know, we'll see. The two weeks are going to be busy.  Tomorrow is my last free day, and I've got s#*t to do.  Well, no need to talk about it cause you'll find out.  Till then.  Buenos noches amigos.

Enh?

Not really much to talk about today.  Kinda took the day off.  Spent most of it chillin, watchin random moives.  Maybe you can say I worked by association?  Michael was working most of the day.  On the phone, on the computer.  It's still too hot to go outside during the day.  

Blah, blah, blah, award shows, award shows.  Maybe I'm just bitter cause I'm not there.  Could be the case right?  Enh?  Maybe not huh.  

Slim, slam, blam, jam!  Another day awaits.  What else could I be doing?  Maybe working on all those ideas I've got?  That might be a good idea.  But you know me, can't create unless everything else is in it's right place.  Enh, I'm just in a bad mood.  

Until tomorrow...

Pamela Adlon

So tonight I was working as usual.  I got to meet Pamela Adlon.  I could swear she told me here name was Nancy.  ??  Maybe I was just so infatuated with her beauty, I totally heard her wrong.  Which, in  this case is a total possibility.  I wouldn't say it was a star stuck thing, cause I've meet a couple celebs before.  

Honestly, you really want to know why I was so goo-goo.  I was just watching this cool show, (Californication - Episode; The Devil's Threesome)  and there's this great scene where she's running around in a tighty-whitey tee with some hot little undies on.  Oh my goodness.  Even though she's in her forty's, she looks like she's in her late twenties.  Don't believe me?  Check out the Episode yourself.  The DVD just came out.  

Alright, alright.  So we've established she hott.  Cool.  But, on the real though.  Super nice woman I spoke to.  Really nice, and totally receptive.  I had to get real proof for all you doubts out there.  So I asked for a favor, and she said, "you wanna take a picture?"  I said, "yeah, that would be great!".  She even congratulated  me on my recent graduation.  Totally cool, really down to earth.  I think she knew I thought she was hot too. Lol.  Hey I'm a Film school kid, I gotta watch show like that to stay in the loop.  

Well Mrs. Adlon, if you out there in cyber land reading this...thanks for being so cool.  And yeah, if you and Felix ever split up.  You know where to find me!  ;)

Same job, new place, new people.

So today was the official first day of my transfer.  No more commuting 50 miles to work and back.  No more rush hour traffic on the 405.  No more filling up my gas tank once a week.  No more Valencia and most of all, no more Heater F-ing Wan.  

Three and half years I worked for you.  And that's the way it's gonna end.  So be it.  You know what they say about "true colors".  Well, I saw yours.  You bi-polar a#*hole.

Just a means to end, my friend.  That's what I got to do.  It could be worse.  Waitin tables isn't soo bad.  I mean, shit, it pays the rent and puts food on the table.  Maybe every now and then I can take my girl for some sushi.  Ain't so bad.  

What's the saying?  "I'm an overnight success, it just took me ten years."  Damm, it's gonna be a long road.  At least I can still put a roof over my head, take care of doggies, and indulge in the little things.  A good movie, a In & Out burger, some guitar hero, and a little Jameson.

Got to remember what to be grateful for.  Oh yeah, I almost forgot.  Good lookin out J-dog.  Thanks for having my back.  

Feelin the heat

What is with the heat.  Really?  The sun scorched the the land today.  It was 105 degrees.  I opened my door to take the dogs out and then the heat washed over me like a bad sunburn.  "Damm, it's fucking hot", I thought.

I spent the day locked away in my apartment, running the AC.  It was still hot though.  Then I kept thinking, "shit my electric bill is gonna be high!"  

I spent the rest of day, locked away, determined to beat this video game.  Finally after a few hell bent hours, I beat it.  "Now what?", I thought.  

A couple cocktails later, I found myself laying in bed.  Beat down from the heat.  The AC was blowing right on me.  My bed, cuddled with me.  There's no place like your bed.  I slept like a preschooler.  It was nice.  

Revelations

1,2,3, start.  I'm writing.  No rules, no regulation, no boundaires, no form.  It's funny how or when or even the circumstances that inspiration comes to you.  

Was it a sign?  A gift from my grandfather maybe?  I don't know...it sure nice to believe maybe it was a gift.  I remember though, I could almost feel it in my brian.  I saw a series of light bulbs turning on, one after another.  I can't remember the last time that happened.  

My Uncle that I haven't really seen or talked to in almost 10 years was the vessel of these "words of wisdom".  Thanks Uncle Ralph.  I think you help ignite something that's been brewing inside of me.  So theses words I scribble down will be my gift you.  Write about anything, everything, everyday.  

Ouch!  I have to admit I'm kinda scared, but alright.  I'm gonna commit myself to "bloging" everyday.  And let's just see what happens, right?  

I won't sit here and say I know where this ship is going to sail.  But this will be my window.  This blog will be the window for anyone and everyone including myself, to see the journey I'm venturing on.  For better or for worse.  Just write dammit, just write.

It's funny how that excitement comes with the fear.  But dammit man, I'm excited too.  

So with all that being said.  I promise to write.  I'll just apologize in advance, but I'll let you readers out there be the critics.  I hope you enjoy.  

It has begun...