January 2012
37 posts
"Malicious" Package Sent to QPR's Ferdinand →
This is just sad. This is why we can’t have nice things, or nice people. Great going, everyone.
Truthful Tuesday
I wish I was working. It might be odd to say, but I actually like what I do for a living, and I’m excited to get involved with another project. I also have learned the hard way that NYC is an expensive place to live, and I’ll be way more comfortable when I have money coming in again.
In the meantime, I’m going to do something that is long past due: I’m going to re-read...
9 Years/$214M For Prince Fielder?
That’s either $23.78M a year or $713,333 per pound.
Oh, Christ
I just got home to find Mike sitting in the dark, drinking, and watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Honestly, I would have rather come home to find him watching porn. I could deal with that sort of self-abuse better than this sort.
1.23.12
It’s the start of a new week, the first in a while where I have fuck all to do professionally aside from look for another project to jump onboard.
The sky is grey and hazy, and today’s 36-feels-like-30 is tolerable after the cold snap that just passed through. I’m sitting on the balcony enjoying a homemade red eye and listening to Ryan Adams’ “Oh My God, Whatever,...
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hammerito:
I think we’re now passive-aggressively competing with our upstairs neighbors to see who can be louder. They will lose.
We’re winning and we haven’t even started trying. It’s just been business as usual so far.
New Million Dollar Idea
A subscription-based website featuring Mike and I doing yoga in our living room, with DVDs for sale.
Oh, Also
Totally ran into Ethan Hawke today leaving my favorite coffee shop.
I’m sure he just loves having film crews in his neighborhood.
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Snow
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What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
My next three days (today, Monday, and Tuesday) will be spent at a location that is, quite literally, just around the corner from my ex’s apartment. The one with whom I’ve had an incredible-when-it’s-good-but-terrible-when-it’s-bad on and off relationship. Given the last time we spoke (or texted, rather), running into her could be more awkward than the exchange I had the...
Harlem Shake(down)
Ed. Note: This is the story about the roughest day of work that I’ve had in the film industry yet. Details have been changed to protect the innocent, as well as the guilty, and to keep plausible deniability on my side.
I heard it before I saw it happening, but I didn’t need to see it to know where it was coming from. I had been talking to a few friends in the Props department when I...
Fun fact:
hammerito:
Jordan has a drink named after him at a bar in the east village. It is a pint glass full of gin.
Not just any gin, but Hendrick’s. At least one of these will be consumed this weekend. After all, I moved to New York a year ago tomorrow. Christ, where does the time go?
Hoo-Boy
Have I got a story for you guys. Once I’m done with work and able to collect my thoughts, you guys are in for a doozie.
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I Write Things: 1.6.12
A cloud of white slowly rises to my right. I trace it down to your delicate mouth, wide open, letting the smoke escape from your lungs. Your eyes are closed, head back, soft hair falling like water over the back of the chair. As the smoke continues to billow, I consider saying, “My, what big lungs you have,” but we already know this, and so do the neighbors.
You push out the last of...
TGIF
They just pushed back the arrival at my location a few more hours. Time to put on one headphone so I can still hear my walkie and try to get some writing done.
3a Got Here So Quickly
So why did it take forever to
Get to 7a?
I had to be on set at 4 to make sure things were getting set up properly, but the day is starting at another location and moving over to mine, hopefully, around 10. These six hours, though halfway done, are going to be the longest part of my day.
And as my walkie beeps, that’s my cue to find a PA and get a new battery. Expect more bored posting...
FMK: Chelsea Handler, Whitney Cummings, RuPaul?
Anonymous asked: Is that your boyfriend?
December 2011
37 posts
Let The Countdown Begin
My last day of 2011 is off to a slow start. I’ve been drinking coffee and writing while I wait for Mike to wake up, but if he takes much longer, I’m going to venture into the city alone.
I have to pick up my jeans from the tailor, drop off some beer for my friend Dave at Good Beer, say Happy New Year to the awesome staffs at Irving Farm and MUD, and then enjoy an unseasonably warm...
Because Fuck The G Train
My cab driver is blasting Hot 97 and hauling ass. That’s how you get a good tip, right there. Manhattan, here I come.
Also, I plan on being inebriated in some capacity for the rest of 2011. Fair warning.
Getting Settled
Mike and I have most of our furniture in the apartment, except for one couch which is apparently too big for the elevator or either stairwell and is currently residing in the lobby, so I’ve started unpacking boxes and decorating. I have to get frames for all the amazing art I now have, but I did put Christmas lights up in my room and, let me tell you, it’s fucking magical.
There is...
Am I A Bad Person?
Completely out of context. Just something I’m wondering at the moment.
Truthful Tuesday
No bullet points on the iPhone app, so:
It feels good to be back in NYC. It feels right. This is home now.
My hair is getting long. I love it, but it’s still all coming off in Spring.
This has been the fastest, most confusing, maddening, amazing, and fun year of my life.
That being said, 2012 is going to be a dope-ass year. I can’t wait.
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No Photo, But
Outside of this Starbucks, there is a table of our chosen brothers and sisters having coffee, sharing a plate of Christmas cookies, and wearing Santa hats.
Boca, ladies and gentlemen!
