Temporary Inspiration

Whenever the movie 'Julie & Julia' is on television I am suddenly overcome with the urge to blog. It goes without saying that it is in fact on and I am suddenly encouraged to actually finish a post.

As I lay here switching between the Meryl show and 'Dial M for Murder' I can't help but wonder how it is 10:30 at night and I am sweltering. Seriously, it's hot as Hades in Southern California today and I am sprawled out on my bed 'starfish' style. I doubt Grace Kelly ever had to deal with conditions like this.

I don't remember the last time I wrote, nor do I care to go back and search for said date at the risk of getting distracted and not finishing this update. I think I can, I think I can, I think...SQUIRREL! Speaking of squirrel, my roommate and I named a squirrel outside our building this morning...Chester. Therefore every squirrel we see outside will obviously be Chester.

Monumental things that have happened that I may or may not have included in my last update.

I moved in with a girl who I went to high school with. Her name is Shawn and she is essentially me with red hair, if only slightly more outgoing and OCD. Our apartment is lovely and full of laughter and half of what I was paying in Studio City. I'm within walking distance of a movie theater, a Chipotle, and a Cold Stone, all of which are right next to eachother. Whoever came up with that brilliantly horrible placement should either get a medal or be tied to a stake in the town square so I can throw burritos, ice cream, and slightly stale movie popcorn at them. By this point I will be morbidly obese so I may only have the stamina to throw the burrito, but the point will have been made.

I am still on the same movie. At this point it seems never ending. We've been on hiatus for the past couple weeks but should be gearing back up soon. The time hasn't been wasted as I am now a licensed California driver! At least the piece of paper that is currently in my wallet says I am. My car will soon be registered and then hopefully I won't have to set foot in a DMV for at least 6 months.

There is a dude-friend, as Danny so eloquently put it, in the picture. His name is Jude. He is from Ireland and I call him leprechaun behind his back. He is in marketing for a start up. He spent two years in Austin so humors me with my obsession with football. He went to college in Scranton, PA and therefore is a awesome because he went to school in the same city as The Office. His favorite movie is 'Ferris Bueller's Day Off' which is the most important thing and obviously makes him awesome. It's new. It's going well. I'll report on it as I deem appropriate.

College football has started up again, thank you JESUS! TCU's 2-0, and after today's game I'm considering that a miracle. Casey Pachall managed to meet the # of fumbles I allot per season in one single game, but a win's a win. Peace. Love. And Frogs.

And now, my movies are over and I have completed an update! It was exhausting and I'm still hot. I'm going back to my starfish position.

Today Will Be The Day...

...that I finish a damn post.

I must have started at least 10 new posts since I last updated getting anywhere from and eighth of the way to almost half way through.  I'm determined to actually update this time.  It is currently 4:00 on the lovely Tuesday afternoon after the 'torrential downpour' of 2012 hit Los Angeles this past weekend.  You would have thought the Mayan's had gotten it wrong and the world was ending early the way these people react to rain.  My boss, who was born and raised here, was talking about the first time he encountered his first "actual" thunderstorm.  I then told him about the how there were 6 tornadoes that touched down in the DFW area on the same day last year.  I win.

Dammit I'm bored again...

Is This Real Life?

Ok, remember when I said that I would be praying for the unlikely event that would be seeing Daniel Radcliffe at the "Woman in Black" press screening? Well, evidently I underestimated the power of prayer.

Naomi and I decided to take the stairs down the six flights to the ground floor of the Grove parking garage, and as we rounded the corner to exit the garage we literally almost ran into about 15 very large intimidating security guards all huddled around an Escalade and a very short brunette sans lightning bolt scar.  The problem with star encounters is that the only thing I want to do at that moment is not look like a moron, so I continue walking.  Only later did I realize that the moronic part of that was that I didn't stop and ask for an autograph, or a picture, or just plain tackle the dude.  By the time we ate at the Farmer's Market and got our tickets from will-call he'd made his way into the theater to the "black" carpet and the damn ushers were so anal that a fake bathroom line was formed just so they wouldn't tell the Harry Potter stalkers to go to their seats. I'm not afraid to admit that I may have been in that line for some amount of time.

But alas, I admitted defeat and went to my seat. About 10 minutes later Naomi came in and sat down and said, and I quote, "Draco Malfoy's on the carpet." Needless to say I maintained my cool until after Daniel Radcliffe did his intro for the movie, the cameras stopped flashing, and the lights went down, then Tom Felton walked up the stairs with his girlfriend and sat in the row behind me and I almost started crying.  I think Kwanten may have just been outdone by two wizards and a horror movie.

Knock Knock Knock...

I wrote this whole elaborate post about how I went to a taping of "The Big Bang Theory." However, I have no proof that any of it actually happened, so I thought I'd just go with a bunch of hypothetical statements to keep you in the dark as to the truthful events of that glorious evening.

I may or may not have gotten to go in before everyone else.
I may or may not have seen Sheldon's "dopplar effect" costume hanging from the back of the Walowitz's bedroom set.
I may or may not have been told by a very nice woman that our seats were in the front row, mine being about 25 feet from THE couch.
I may or may not have been seated directly in between the guests of Bill Prady and Chuck Lorre (CBS God), one of whom may have been Claudia Schiffer.
I may or may not have been about 5 feet from each member of that brilliant cast at one point or another.
I may or may not have gotten cold pizza for dinner.
It may or may not have been one of the most epic nights of my life.
All of these statements may or may not be true.

And since then things have been somewhat calm, and by somewhat I mean we moved the entire editorial contents of the bungalow to Hollywood. While it was stressful at the time I now reside in a much bigger office and my "desk" is no longer the couch. And these people were brilliant enough to install a soda fountain downstairs.

The director, his translator, and his assistant have been coming in daily to work with Sean on the movie and I have mastered the art of ordering/picking up/double checking a lunch order for 6 people.

Our trailer came out on youtube yesterday. I, of course, have told everyone I know either via Facebook or text, including my uncle in Wisconsin. It made this whole thing way more real. So real in fact that we're going to the press screening of "Woman in Black" tomorrow night to see if the trailer will be attached. I am excited 1) I love Harry Potter, 2) I was going to see it anyway, 3) now I get to see it for free at the Grove and pray for the miracle that would be a Daniel Radcliffe sighting. Here's hoping.

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Live Long and Suck It Zachary Quinto.

I had to use a Sheldon quote in honor of today. Today I will be attending my very first taping of a TV show that did not involve high school/college band. The fact that it's my favorite show makes it even better. The Big Bang Theory came into my life with a vengeance and within about 6 months I have purchased and made it through every season and it is now a staple on my "recorded television" list.

God bless Naomi Filoramo, who knows Maria Ferarri, who is a producer on the show.  Sometimes I think God gives me signs to let me know that I made the right decision. My first trip to LA, the first famous person I saw was Idina Menzel. The next day when I was going to the Editor's Guild screening of "Secretariat," I saw Diane Lane waiting for her car. The day I said yes to this job, Jeff Goldblum was seated at the table next to us at lunch. And now my coworker, and newly named "favorite person ever," knows a producer of Big Bang. It's things like this that make me think I may be getting this right after all.

Julie comes in town on the 9th and I'm very excited. I mention this because I know she reads this and I'm already in the midst of planning a fantastic reunion/girls night, involving Christopher Rhea. And yes, he may participate in the girls night as well. Because Julie Carter, whether you're aware of it or not, I'm claiming you for one night. I need a fucking sleepover.

I will be getting no work done today because I will be watching the clock the entire time. 4:45 get here speedily please.

Hoo-rah!

Bazinga Punk. Now We're Even.

So I'm now required to make two plaques for "Best Gift Giver Ever" for my other boss (our assistant editor) Naomi because she has managed to procure for me two tickets to a taping of "The Big Bang Theory" next Tuesday night. It still amazes me how these people get all these connections. A friend of hers is a Co-Executive Producer on the show and now my mother and I will be going to Warner Brothers Studio with VIP status. So seeing as how 2012 has started, this looks like it's going to be a pretty damn good year. And I ordered a Zumba kit that I saw on an infomercial at 2 o'clock in the morning. And no, I'm not one of those people that orders everything she sees on the home shopping network, I had been thinking about taking a class but 1) that would require me leaving my apartment, 2) that would require me paying for more than one if I liked it, and 3) I have no one to go with. If that last one makes me sound like I'm five than so be it, I, however, am proud of my hesitance to try new things alone. So now I can embarrass myself while attempting to lose weight in the privacy of my own home.

My birthday is on Sunday. I will be 24. And while I'm told on a daily basis how young I am or scoffed at because the first time I'd heard "Your Song" was in Moulin Rouge, I always imagined 24 as being just plain old. I no longer think of it as being old, just the first step in reaching my late 20s.

In other news, I may be forced to try Thai food today. I've never had Thai food. I've never had in interest in trying Thai food. But that's what happens when you mention that you've never had Thai food, you're forced to try it. And for someone with the eating habits of a 5-year-old boy, the entire concept of trying something new is somewhat overwhelming. Especially when the only thing I've heard about it is that it's spicy. I live in Texas and I'll eat steak till my heart's content but I don't do spicy.  We'll see how this goes.

I Have the Eating Habits of a 5-year-old Boy.

I remember when we were coming back from England, Julie got mad at me because I picked the veggies off of my airplane pizza. Let it be known, since then, I have tried Tofu, Indian food, have become quite accustomed to Chinese, and today had salmon for lunch.  Some resolutions I may stick to, some I may not.  The whole becoming a cleaner person may have to wait till next year, just take a look at the pile of workout clothes strewn across my already cramped apartment.  Another resolution that I forgot to put it on my resolution post, I need to ween myself off of my Diet Coke addiction.  I'm trying, but when your water filter's broken and you're too lazy to call the maintenance man to come fix it and your other option is milk, which has calories, a can of chemicals seems like the lesser of two evils.  Naomi would suggest otherwise.