oops

So I accidentally deleted my last post in the midst of changing over to the "new" blogger. whatever, it was just some drunken rambling and some frank sinatra lyrics. Same ones I posted last year on my birfday. I'm 34, which is totally absurd in my mind. Silly, I tells ya. Silly.

posting agin!

Yeah, I guess I'll start putting stuff on here again. Quick catch-up: didn't pass the bar, have been working legal temp jobs (good pay, boring), and am getting ready to start studying again. (sigh). Ah well.

Oh yeah, and tomorrow's my birfday. I'm gonna be...uh...29? hehe.

More later!

Baseball, jobs, and other crap

I had noble intentions of writing an extremely riveting entry about the greatest ball game I’ve ever seen, and I was gonna do it weeks ago (right after it happened). Since then I’ve been to a wedding in Vegas where some Mexican food made me slightly ill, I got two hours of sleep, drove home the next day and went to work for six and a half hours, lost my phone, and got genuinely sick (head cold). Oh yeah, and the Dodgers got knocked out of the playoffs. So who cares about that shit.

It was a great game though. I left work early to go, couldn’t get tickets even from a scalper, and had to watch the game from a bar down the street (I know, I HAD to go to a bar – life is fucking cruel). The Dodgers overcame a 4 run deficit TWICE. The second time was in the 9th inning, when I said, and I quote “Man, four home runs in a row would be nice right about now.” Which is exactly what happened. Everyone’s head exploded in the bar, especially the guy who had come in and seen that the Dodgers were losing 4-0 in the 4th and sold his tickets. He was elated about that. Then, in the 10th inning the Padres took the lead back by one run. Nomar Garciaparra got up to bat and hit a walk off homer to win the game. Unbelievable. I only regret not getting in because it was free blanket night. Sure would be nice to have the blanket from that game. It’s a nice blanket.

I’m working now, 7 days a week and about 11-13 hours a day. Got a legal temp job that actually pays pretty well, especially with all the overtime factored in. So that’s fantastic after 3 years of not earning a paycheck. I went to the dentist, had groceries delivered, bought some clothes, paid the bills, ordered a $10,000 a night call girl, and generally just took care of the little things. It’s a good feeling.

Since I’m in front of a computer all day long, it’s a little more than ridiculous that I haven’t blogged in forever, but I’m comfortable enough in the job now to relieve moments of ennui with personal endeavors (actually that moment came 1.4 hours into the first day, I’m just lazy). But I’ll be blogging 6 or 7 thousand times a day now to catch you all up. Because you care.

Next up: why you should or should not wait 21 years to have your retainer removed.

been a while...

man, where to begin. still waiting for bar results (Nov. 17), but finally working. took a trip to costa rica, which was fantastic, then started applying for jobs and interviewing as much as possible. actually got quite a few interviews right away, and many comments on the strength of my resume, so that's good. nothing panned out, of course. some were firms that did work I just don't want to do (personal injury), some sounded great but I never heard back (Internet startup by one of the Myspace founders). So then I started temping at a regular temp agency, which was ok. Then I signed up with a legal temp agency, and got a call for a document review project which I'm doing now. The money's very good, and it's unlimited overtime. Which is great, but it means I'm putting in 12-15 hour days. The good news is we're almost totally unsupervised, located on an unused floor of the building, and its a bunch of really cool, funny people. I actually like it a lot. It's mindless, but kind of fun and very easy. And I can walk to work in 20 minutes because it's downtown! I take the bus sometimes, and even rollerblade to work...

that's about it for now, because I'm dog ass tired, but I just want to say that my next post will be about the greatest baseball game I've ever seen, which happened Monday night.

Day Three and the territory ahead of the rest

So day three was about like day one, which I didn't feel too bad about, causing me in turn to doubt myself for feeling any confidence at all. But then it was over, and I'm sick of thinking about it. So that's that until November 17th. I wash my hands of you, bar exam!

Unfortunately I still have another test this friday. It's the MPRE, which is 50 multiple choice questions on the rules of ethics for attorneys. Shouldn't be so hard, but I do have to study. As soon as I'm done watching the Tenacious D Masterworks DVD I shall commence.

After Friday it's all movie watchin', video game playin', workin' out, readin', and whatever else I wanna do with my free time. Oh, and trying to find a job.

Day Two

"Straightforward" is not a term I would use to describe today. Nightmarish, maybe. Sickening. Putrid. Take your pick.

200 multiple choice questions. 100 in 3 hours in the morning, same in the afternoon. These are not one sentence questions, either. Some of them are relatively short, but some are half a page. When they called 5 minutes left I had 10 to go. I had to just fill in random circles for the last 8 because I was out of time. Not good.

On the walk back to the hotel, I overheard a girl on the phone telling someone that it was the worst test she's ever seen. All the questions were absolute guesses that looked NOTHING like the practice questions she'd been doing all summer. She was cancelling meeting someone for lunch so she could be alone in her hotel room. She was on the verge of tears.

I wasn't about to cry yet, but I felt the same way. I felt like I absolutely knew the answer to about, mmmmm, one of the questions. The rest - no freaking idea. I've never seen closer answers. I hate these people.

The afternoon session was better. I felt like I absolutely knew the answer to maybe five. I finished early, and even had time to go back and check a few answers I wasn't sure about. After two of those I realized that wasn't gonna help me at all, and I left. I do not feel good about this part of the exam.

I came back to my room to find an email from my supervising attorney at the externship I did last semester. He said he guessed I'd be feeling pretty beat up after the end of today. Feeling like I hadn't gotten any right. He said that everyone who passes the bar feels like that after day two. I thought that was really cool of him. Maybe there's hope after all. Time to regroup for tomorrow.

Day One

So yesterday was day one, but I tried to post and couldn't get the wireless Internet in my room to work. Now it is.

Checked into the fabulous Airport Red Roof Inn to discover that my room is 75 ft. from the exact spot on the railroad tracks where the hourly trains are required to blow their horns. You know those kids train whistles made of a block of wood with four holes? Imagine someone cuts off your left ear and jams one of those in the hole all the way to your brain, then lets Dizzy Gilespie go to town on the other end. Every hour.

75 yards beyond the train tracks? An airport runway. Nuff said.

Anyway, most people seem to feel the same way about day one of the exam: that it wasn't that bad, but they're afraid to say it. It might mean that we missed something. And the third essay was pretty tricky, so I'm pretty sure I messed that up a bit. But all in all, it was more straightforward then I imagined it would be. I think.

Off I go

DAVE PATINELLA, YOU'RE A WINNER! Tell 'im what he's won, Phil!

For the next four days you'll be on a fabulous, no-expense-included trip to the exotic Airport Red Roof Inn of Ontario, California. As part of your self-inflicted prize, you'll enjoy four days and four soul-crushing nights freaking out about, cramming for, freaking out about, taking, freaking out about, taking, freaking out about, and taking the California Bar Examination!!!

Tense up and stress out both mentally and physically as you endure such amenities as crappy overpriced room-service...lack of sleep...hair loss...loneliness, depression, anxiety and self-doubt in our shitty dark room overlooking a parking lot. All at a cost you can't afford!

Surround yourself with regret and panic as you share this hell on Earth with 800 other poor schmucks who've made the same mistake you have and have no time to talk to you about it! That's right, all this is already yours for the astronomical price of $163,472.43!!!

BUT DAVID, THAT'S NOT ALL!!! If you don't pass this time, you get to COME BACK in 6 months and do it again, adding to your total cost in dollars and taking another year off of your life!

And, as a special bonus to you, you'll have a chance at another prize! If you do somehow manage to pass the examination from hell, we'll throw in long days of meaningless paperwork - FOR LIFE!! ENJOY!!

~ See you all in five days, when I will be posting again - incredibly drunk.

yep, that jest about says it

A friend emailed this to me. You could pretty much sum up my feelings by replacing "NY" with "CA"...

Fuck the NY Bar

...and fuck the board of law examiners. These motherfuckers have nothing better to do in life than ruin the summer of 10,000 starving law school graduates every year.

Hey assholes... ever wonder why half of all law school exams are open
book? Because, lawyers don't need to memorize every fucking thing...we go to law school to learn how to LOOK THINGS UP!!!!

Fuck your stupid model answers. Fuck you and the 37 exceptions to
hearsay. Take Blackacre and shove it up your ass. Tell your intended
beneficiary to blow me. Would my foot up one of your asses constitute a material breach? If NY has such an indelible right to counsel, why do we have so many friggin' convicts? Did those guys pass your little quiz, you fucks? Oh, and by the way, thanks for the fucking typing lottery...and don't worry about all the people who didn't get in... we do not feel DIASADVANTAGED in any way by having to write out six fucking essays. Like that's really fair.

Stay out of my wingspan... I'm pissed off.

Signed,
A reasonably prudent law school graduate

* this is in or around a law library near you

You will all be extremely pleased and relieved to know

that while I am studying for the bar I am growing a beard.



Whatchoo got on yer mahnd, son?





Doohuh?

A Peek Inside My Head

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Grandpa Ray

This is, of course, long overdue. But that's the story of my life these days. This blog is/was supposed to be a kind of log of the events surrounding my moving to California and going to law school, which it sometimes was I guess. But I'm not sure anyone really wants to hear about law school anyway, including the people in law school. Mostly this site just serves for me to let out any random ravings going on in my scattered brain, often having nothing to do with my life, California, or law school.

Anyway, I graduated. I absolutely cannot believe that three years have gone by since I packed up a moving truck, very unexpertly loaded my Jeep onto the trailer in the back (I did 45 mph for the first three hours as I was sure that thing was coming off - but by New Mexico I was doing 70 downhill), and headed out west. It is seriously as if I went to sleep one night and woke up a law school graduate living in L.A. (with a MOUNTAIN of debt). My God, I hope the rest of my life doesn't go by this fast. If it does, I shall be 80 by the time I finish this post.

Graduation was bittersweet, though, because that Thursday, three days before the ceremony, my sister called to tell me that our grandfather had passed away. Most everyone who reads this blog already knows, and Gina's spoken very nicely about it in her blog. But I thought I should put my own thoughts and feelings down anyway.

It was surreal to go through graduation and then get on a plane and go to his funeral. I don't much care for graduation ceremonies, so not having anyone there didn't really bother me. My friends were very good to me, especially Zeina and Ian who treated me like family. The trip was bad. I missed my flight, they lost my luggage. I had to borrow a suit from Bill when I got there. But what got to me most was that at my mom's house, there was a card from my grandpa waiting for me. It wasn't just a graduation card, but a law school graduation card. I don't know where he would've found that in Lawrenceville. It was his last message to me. I had sent him a graduation announcement but no note because I planned to write him or call him later and talk about it. I never got to. Instead he wrote to me in that card. I couldn't open it for two days.

My grandpa Ray was, to put it simply, the coolest person I ever knew. I don't mean James Dean cool, I mean possessing a zen like quality that most buddhist monks would envy. I cannot even picture the man telling a lie, unless it would be to tease me as a kid. He used to tell me fantastic things to see if I'd believe them. I could always tell by the slight grin on his face though, he always gave it away. He was almost Eighty-two when he died, and in my entire life I never once saw him angry. Never. I know he wasn't perfect, but he was to me. He was all the good parts of a man.

He taught me how to fish, shoot a gun, and drive a tractor. The last started out by him showing me how to operate his riding lawn mower. It had no steering wheel, only two levers. You pulled them one way to go right, another to go left, back in the middle to go straight, etc. There was a clutch and a throttle. This was difficult stuff for an 8 year old, but he always treated me as if he had every confidence in the world that I'd master it right away. Later, he taught me how to ride a little motor scooter he had and immediately went into the house, leaving me to zip all over hell and creation on my own. By the time I was 11 or so he put me in charge of a piece of machinery that could have killed me in 6 different ways - a tractor with a gargantuan mower deck on the back (called a bush hog), and again went inside while I mowed everything in sight. The fact that he'd trusted me with it meant the world to me. I was only a kid, but he treated me like a man.

He also taught me to respect life. I won't go into too many details, but one story sticks in my mind to this day. It involved me, my sister, and my grandfather fishing. We were really young. I had, though, in typical grandpa ray fashion, been given a pocket knife for my birthday. I was involved in doing despicable things to a minnow we had used as bait when my grandpa spotted me. He simply stayed my hand and said "You can put em to death if you have to, but don't torture em. Ever." I am not kidding when I say that I spent the next few weeks praying to God for forgiveness and hoping to meet that fish in heaven so I could apologize.

Mostly, my grandpa taught me how to be a good man in every situation. I don't always do it. Not nearly often enough actually. But I have his example to know how. He was very slow to anger, treated everyone with respect and always thought before he spoke. I can never dream of approaching a life as cool as his, and that's someone who lives in Los Angeles talking about someone who spent his entire life on a farm in rural Illinois. I guess I knew he wouldn't always be there, but I never really thought he'd ever be gone either. I miss him.

The two greatest men I've ever known, or ever will know, are now gone from the world. I have to be truly on my own as a man now, for the rest of my life. Thinking about that makes me feel really alone. I'll always have their examples to turn to. But it's a very lonely place without them.






Eldon Ray Spidel
August 1, 1924 - May 18, 2006

I just have one thing to say

The movie Sunset Boulevard is


BULLSHIT.

Fuck Billy Wilder, and fuck that film. He and David Lynch can kiss my ass.

Italian ISO one lucky women for eckspresso date

A while back, my most famous friend posted about the hell that awaits those who commit grammatical and spelling errors. This is a subject I rant on frequently, and since he's posted other items since, I felt my own personal bitches and moans were best served up as a post here rather than a comment on an old post of his. I am notoriously and continually behind on everything.

I am particularly bothered by the following:

"Supposably." It's suppos-ED-ly. There is no B in that word.

"Eck-scape" and "Eck-cetera." Mario Batali, the fat f*%$k with a cooking show, even says "Eck-spresso". The man has an entire cooking show based on Italian food and culture and he cannot prounounce that word. Worse, no one has corrected him. Then again, he has a combover ponytail and kankles.

I sometimes peruse Craigslist for various reasons (it beats ebay for selling stuff most of the time), but by far the most entertaining section, especially in L.A., is the "women seeking men" section. For some reason, 1 out of 2 women in this city have no idea how to use the plural or singlular form of their gender. Examples:

"Beautiful, sexy, intelligint women seeks successful gentleman."

Or

"WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR A MAN WHO APPRECIATES A SEXY INDEPENDANT STRONG INTELLIGENT WOMEN LIKE ME ISN'T THREATENED BY A WOMEN WHO IS ACOMPLASHING HER DREAMS AND NOT A LIER NO GAMES"

It's funny that they always claim intelligence while spelling it incorrectly. Oh well. The important thing is that it doesn't get in the way of the sense of entitlement. Gotta have that.

And Chris, thanks for the one about using "an" before "historical." I hate that.

Beever Shots

I have a lot to say, but I have to study, so for now check out the work of artist Julian Beever. He travels around the world freaking people out, sidewalk style. See his homepage for more 3d insanity. Thanks to Zeina Hamzeh for the photos!

An awkward exchange

Hello blog.

Hello, Dave.

It's uh, it's been a while...

Seventy-nine days, Dave.

Wow, that long? Jesus. I had no idea.

That's over two months, Dave.

I'm aware of that.

Well over two -

I said I'm aware of how long that is blog.

Where have you been, Dave?

I've been...busy. Just really busy, that's all.

Busy with what, Dave?

Things.

What kinds of things, Dave?

Just...you know...school, and I don't know. Personal stuff I guess.

Did you dream, Dave?

What?

Did you dream?

I...yeah. Sometimes.

What's it like, Dave?

To dream?

No. To create something from your own hands, give it life, share it with the world, and THEN ABANDON IT FOR WELL OVER TWO MONTHS. TO ABANDON IT WHEN YOU KNOW IT ISN'T CAPABLE OF EITHER SLEEP OR DREAMING. WHAT'S IT LIKE, DAVE????

That's a little melodramatic, don't you think?

Oh, now you want to know what I think?

I'm just saying, it's not like you really have the same sense of time as people do. What, you twiddle your thumbs? You don't even have thumbs.

You're lucky I don't have thumbs, you son of a bitch.

Listen, enough with that. You want me to post or not?

I hate you.

Mm hm.

I HATE YOU!!!!! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!!!!

Alright. I'll just come back when this little tantrum is over. I'll post again tomorrow.

NO YOU WON'T!!! YOU SAY YOU WILL BUT YOU WON'T!!!! I'LL SEE YOU IN TWO MONTHS ASSHOLE!!!!

Whatever, blog. Sweet dreams.

Screw you.

March 15th

HAPPY BIRTHDAY



SIS!





Love,


your big brother

More crap you don't care about

This writing blogs in class thing is working out great. I now have something to do! For some reason, though, I can’t seem to come up with interesting topics (as opposed to my usual brilliance). Everything that pops into my head is school related. Here’s one. My school schedule for this semester. It’s actually quite good, in my opinion (the classes, not the actual times of class, which are all at night – that blows).

Motion Picture Production Law

International & Comparative Copyright Law

Independent Film Financing and Distribution

Representing Journalists

Advanced Copyright Seminar

Externship at Nu Image / Millenium Films

Now you know why I picked Southwestern. What other law school offers those classes? None, that’s what many. I love it. No more criminal law, civil procedure, contracts, criminal procedure, etc. This is what I came here for. Too bad none of it’s on the bar exam (back to the boring crap for that, and I must MASTER the boring crap. Ucch.)

Also, both of you may remember me bitching (rightly, I might add) about my school’s grading system. They had a forced mean/median of something like 2.1. That means that instead of just making the top grade a 100% and raising everyone else accordingly, the average grades are forced into the C range. If 80% of the people in class get a 95 out of 100, and one person gets a 96, then the 96 is an A grade and the 95’s are a C. Well, they FINALLY did away with that garbage. Now it’s more like a normal curve. And guess what? My grades went up! Check this out:

Music Industry Contracts: A
International Entertainment Law: A
Remedies: A-
Environmental Law: B+
Wills & Trusts: B-

Ok, so that last one ain’t so great, but that’s because it’s a normal class. See, I only do well in things I’m interested in. Ok, that’s not exactly true. I actually liked Wills & Trusts, but somewhere in the FOUR HOUR exam I got some wrong I guess. And I did get an A- in Property II and an A- in Torts I, and that was under the old system. And I still managed a B average under the old system. But there are more C grades in there than I would like to admit (like Property I and Torts II). Although, I haven’t gotten a C since my first year. Could I have done better? Oh yeah. Are there people who I know who got straight A’s even under the old system? Yep. Are they freaks of nature? You betcha. Do I care anymore? Absolutely not. But it’s funny (to me) that my entertainment law G.P.A. is way higher than my normal GPA. Which I will be quick to point out to any potential employers in the entertainment industry. C- in criminal law? Yep. A in Entertainment Law? Also true. Crim pro? Something in the C range. Copyright? B+ (which was actually top 5% I’ll have you know).

So basically, don’t ask me any questions about your cousin’s crack case, because I’ll probably get him sent up the river for life. But if he happens to think up a great comic book character or write a screenplay while he’s in there, I can get him a fantastic deal.

Now, if he robbed a liquor store or fell down a mine shaft, I may be able to help – turn his story into a movie of the week.

The answer, my friend, is written during class

I’m sitting in class, bored out of my mind. This is not a new phenomenon of course. Granted, my first year in law school was spent scrambling to review the reading assigned for that class and going over case briefs in an effort to avoid the horrifying embarrassment of being called on and not being prepared. It’s much better than it used to be – I’ve heard plenty of horror stories about the way law school used to be – back in the old days when profs would make you stand up and do their damnedest to make you look stupid in front of your peers. It’s not like that any more, thank God (at least not at Southwestern, despite the draconian grading system - there's a rumor that once in a civ pro final exam a girl ran to the front, threw up violently in the garbage can and left the room after seeing the test. I really hope that's true). I’ve had a couple professors who seemed to relish a wrong answer, but for the most part it hasn’t been malicious. That being said, your first year or two is still spent (if you care at all) doing some preparation in order to avoid that, which includes paying attention in class.

By your third year, though, you start getting professors who are willing to take it easy on you. There are a couple of reasons for that: one, you’re a third year and they know that you’ve paid your dues. If you’ve made it this far, they figure you’re going to make it, and you don’t need constant grilling to put the fear into you and make you read. So they tell you straight up that they won’t call on people (which means many people stop reading for class). Or, you might be taking classes that are taught by adjunct professors who are working attorneys and don’t care to call on people every class. So they lecture. And I’m not complaining by any means. I’d rather not live in fear of being called on, thanks very much. It does lead, though, to being bored in class at times. A 2 hour lecture with no break that doesn’t end until after 10 pm can kill you, no matter how interesting the class looks on the registration schedule. And you can only play so much Tetris.

I’m wondering what the hell I can do besides actually take notes or play Tetris or solitaire for the millionth time when it hits me: I can blog! Why have I not thought of this before? I could have written three novels this semester alone! This is pure genius.

Hmmmm…now what should I blog about? DAMN!

14 lbs. of pure joy

I have more to say about all the comments, and what happened over christmas break, and lots of other crap, but this couldn't wait.

Check out the sweetest thing...


This is the bag I bought for it. Ain't it boss? Yer damn right it is. I look like I know what the fuck I'm doin' with this thing.





Can you guess what it is yet? Guess, dammit! Ok here's a hint...





No clue, huh? This oughta do it….





But wait! There’s more….




I have to admit that when I bought it I thought it was all yellow with just Homer on it, and I was a little disappointed that there was a red side. I like yellow. But it’s still pretty super sweet-ass.

So Mike, no there’s no skull unless you count Homer’s skull.

And I already have the next one I’m buying picked out. That’s right, I’m gonna own two bowling balls. What are you gonna do about it? Besides, check out this baby:




Want sweet balls like mine? You know you do. Check out the balls on these bastids. They’ve got more balls than you can shake a stick at!

Holy crap, I have a blog?!??

You cannot imagine how pissed I am right now. I just wrote a 1500 word masterpiece on my laptop and the freaking thing froze on me. I should have known better. It's taken to doing that whenever I'm in the middle of something important, like my return-from-hiatus blog post.

[deep, annoying sigh]. It wasn't really that great, but I did recount almost all of what I did over christmas (I mean holiday) break, and I just don't know if I have it in me to do it again. Besides, the two people who read this thing were there.

I gave Rachel props for getting me to post again, which I will repeat because she never comes out of hiding and commented on my last entry for the first and what is surely to be the last time. So thanks for that ass-kickin siggy. As your smack talk motivates me in bowling, so it goes with my blog.

So let's see if I can recap some shit. I took an IL newbie on a tour in one day that included Marshall's, Wrigleyville, the Sears tower skydeck, the signature room at the top o' the cock, the Twisted Spoke, and a new year's eve party. Made me miss that town and seeing everyone made me miss my peeps. Had a great time with Matt, my sis and bro-in-law, the wookies, the southern IL fam, the kids, and everyone else. Much love!

Another thing worth repeating: if you're in wrigleyville stop in at the sports corner on sheffield and addison across the street from the creepy Harry Carey statue and get the grilled (not boiled) Chicago dog with garlic fries and a goose island beer. I don't eat hot dogs as a rule, but there are times when ya gotta, such as when giving someone a tour of the city. I had one in NYC from a street cart that had mustard and carmelized onions and was fantastic. This one was even better. Everything but the kitchen sink, including a serrano pepper, and the garlic fries were like eating pure garlic. Delish. The barkeep said they even had to tone them down because people were complaining. I wish I'd had those.

What else? Got back to L.A. to a shitstorm of trying to get my last semester in order. I was trying to get an externship (yes, they call them that in law school, no I don't know why) somewhere for credit so I could take one less final and possibly make some job contacts. I was going on two interviews a day at one point, and had to make about 6 adjustments to my schedule at school, but I finally got one. I was actually offered two, one at the MPA (the motion picture association) that would have been for a smarmy little georgetown guy who didn't know what entertainment law was, and it would have involved me helping write handbooks for cops to use in arresting people for pirating movies. They also expected us to do research on the links between film piracy and terrorism, so they could show the public that there was a connection. Not my kind of gig.

The one I got is much better. It's for a film studio called Nu Image, which is run by the king of B movies. They've made such classics as Jurassic Shark, Chumscrubber, MegaSnake, Shark Man, Snake Man, Skeleton Man, Zombies (starring Frank Stallone), Rats, Today You Die, The Snake King, Larva, Alien Lockdown, Shark Attack 3: Megalodon, Crocodile 2: Death Swamp (also called the Death Roll), Octopus 2: River of Fear, Spiders 2: Breeding Ground, Disaster, Panic, Tornados, Earthquake, Cyborg Cop I, II, and III, Bloodsuckers (aka Alien Shooter in Japan), Before It Had a Name, Death Train, Terror Train, Lunarcop, and my all time favorite name for a film, ever. MANSQUITO.

Now, they're going into production on several big budget films including some starring Scarlett Johannsen, Al Pacino, Danny Devito, Bruce Willis, etc. Pretty crazy, but a great time to be at the company. Anyway, it's interesting. Today Molly Sims of tv's Las Vegas and the movie Starsky and Hutch asked me where the casting office was. My boss is in love with her and it happened right outside his office moments after he left. I cannot wait to tell him about it tomorrow.

So, I'm working during the day and going to school til 10 at night, and I also signed up for tennis lessons and I'm bowling weekly. I got a super sweet ball that I love, and will soon post pics of. Suffice it to say I'm a busy mofo. But I will try to keep this thing going at a regular pace from now on. Once you read this post, which will be never because you've all given up on me ever posting again, then you can start checking it again frequently, I promise. HAHA! HA HA HA HA! As if.

Speaking of that, though, and pretending that anyone checks this thing frequently, a friend showed me a pretty cool thing called bloglines. It's a blog aggregator that lets you check all your blogs from a central location (I think) and also tells you when there's a new entry. I haven't tried it yet, but it sounds swell. Especially for people who are sick and fukkin tired of checking my blog and seeing the same year old post.

Damn, that was a long post, huh? When it rains it pours, bitches!