31-Jan-2006

Despite the fact that my eyeballs feel like they're about to explode, I've had an extremely productive day.  Act Five of this pilot I'm writing was being a real bitch, so guess what I did to its free-loading, gold-digging ass?  That's right.  I cut it.  Just chopped it right off, except for one touching break-up scene involving a red turtleneck and a stolen Monet.  According to all of my biz-natch friends, it's fine for a pilot to be written in four acts.  So Take That, Robbie Williams.  If anyone gets that joke, I will bake them a pie.  And if anyone wants to read this piece of shit and give me constructive criticism, please let me know.  Speaking of constructive criticism, how happy am I that the Shitkicker In Chief's State of the Union didn't interrupt my regularly scheduled "24" last night?  I would have been so pissed, what with my imaginary love affair with Jack Bauer.  Remember, Jack, that special time we shared between 12 AM and 2 AM?  I thought it meant something to you.  But then ya just had to go off and live in sin with that slut from "Spin City."  

Despite my break-up with Jack Bauer, there are several good things happening in my life right now.  Here's a run-down:

1.)  The Honeybee ventured all the way over the hill to have lunch with me on the lot yesterday.  However, she had to be escorted off the set when she upbraided one of our celebrity cast for not responding to the fan letter she sent him fifteen years ago.  Okay, okay, maybe that last part's not true...

2.)  The Wise Man volunteered to direct a short if I'd write it.  See, like most Hollywood imbeciles, I've been wanting to dip my toe in the directing pool for quite some time, but I'm... terrified.  Yeah, that's the word.  So being able to shadow him and still care deeply for the material will be eternally helpful in getting me off my comfy writing perch.

3.)  Oscar Nom is in town!  He's such a man.  And by such a man, I mean he always picks the restaurant at which we gorge ourselves on alcohol.  And food, too.  Sometimes.  But he apparently has gotten it into his head that he owes me a birthday dinner, so he wants to take me someplace nice.  Which is fine with me, as long as I can order at least one entree to go.  I mean, why waste a reservation that I'd never be able to get on my own?