January 31, 2006
DW Production Diary
I'm only a week late in starting my production notes/diary on the new project I've started.
We will call the project "DW" going forth since we know how Hollywood is - nothing is sacred!
I'm sure I've already spouted too much already.
So far I have about 80 minutes of footage. Most of it is probably unuseable but we'll see. I believe that DW will become what it is supposed to be as I shoot and edit and involve all my resources - so shoot, shoot, shoot!
This morning I had breakfast with a big TV Writer/Producer muckety-muck. I told him about DW and he cracked up. Good sign. It was also the morning that the Oscar nominations were announced. He said that Brokeback Mountain is just a gay recruiting film - but he hasn't seen it. I asked what he was doing Saturday so I might have another meeting with him - maybe involve him and his wife, very funny lady. He thought that maybe Saturday was going to be the WGA awards and he was up for one. Wow - too many awards events to keep straight? What a bitch! (The dilemma, not the guy.)
January 31, 2006
Nora T. Wood
January 29, 2006
I See Actors, You See Stars
Once again I don't always agree with other actors. Er, I mean...well, I'm sure that SAG would be disappointed to know - even thought they must know - that "only actors" do not vote in the SAG awards. My boyfriend, a proud - well, necessary member of SAG - who doesn't watch much TV and who doesn't view many movies till they are on DVD, hands over the ballot to ME to get in the not-so-consolidated house vote.
13 categories and this household voted for only three winners. Do they let Taft Hartley's vote? Who are these people? I'm not saying that the winners "we" didn't vote for aren't worthy - just - SEAN HAYES really needs to get LOST with some DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES on a desert island. God, I miss Six Feet Under.
January 21, 2006
Happy 50th, Bill Maher!
That's Right....the only time Bill and I slept together! This was somewheres around 1993, New York, New York.
Last night at his makeshift Improv birthday gathering (ya know - before he went about the real partying and you don't really want to know what he really got into -or who) I apologized for snapping his picture for the thousandth time in about 18 years and he said, "that's okay, you're good at it."
January 20, 2006
You See Space, I See Stars
Another great laugh-filled night at Sit 'N Spin and beyond. Great line-up of writers reading from their work, all confessional, all willing to show their open wounds like a "CSI Psych Ward" - Eric Friedman sharing a story about living on the edge - or lack there of, until one time he does and all helicopters break loose...Shaz Bennett explaining her foxtail fashion choice which leads to pow wows and being Mormon and a whole lotta other stuff...Anderson Gabrych giving the goods on going gay and what "Fuckin' A" just might really mean...Kate Flannery telling all on being on the road with a has-been Davey Jones and being his sex monkee and "inspiration" for a couple weeks....
And then there was Taylor Negron - always a good reason for me to get off the couch - reading a piece written by Amy Heckerling called "Joseph Goebbels' Private Diary". As Amy explained before Taylor let loose, Joseph Goebbels was the guy who went into Hitlers bunker after him to die, but not before killing his own wife and children... With a pink diary emblazoned with a glittered heart shaped pic of "A.H.", Taylor put on his best Clueless voice and 'like, oh-my-gosh', did the Propaganda Minister a delightful injustice.
After we've sat and been spun, we all go to a watering hole to give accolades and get drinks. On all nights such as these, there is inevitable conversations surrounding the length of time I've known Jimmy & Jonathan AKA, The Funny Boys. There are now gals, many, who are now friends with them, but knew of them first from watching, AS CHILDREN, Double Trouble on TV. One gal, disgussing this fact with me at the bar is trying to ascertain our timelines with the boys, if they are adjacent. I tell her that I'm pretty sure I'm plenty older than her... I had to play this over in my head immediately, but I swear she really says, "Oh, no, you're not much older - I just look younger."
All this entertainment and none of it tops my favorite story of the night. I was sitting in the first row of the theater when I saw a very well-known comic actor arrive with his wife - and dog. I will refer to them - as Dr. Goebbels did in his diary of "A.H." - RB and Mrs. RB. Mrs. RB, dressed in her couture suit, fine jewelry, Gucci shoes and perfectly coiffed hair, is at the end of the leash, saying hello to everyone she knows. As she, RB and the dog, whose name is Jango, head up to the back corner of the theater I see that the dog is wearing a "service dog" vest. I know immediately that this is no service dog. First of all it is wagging and friendly with everybody - dead give-away. Much to my disbelief and amusement, it is confirmed. Mrs RB figured out a way to take this dog everywhere with her, including professional ball games where she gets in scuffles with anyone who calls her on it. Which are apparently few and far between, because there they were at the theater and then at the club, with the dog, drinking champagne and not blind or having a seizure, being very comfortable with Jango at their side.
As word got through the crowd, amongst friends of course, some laughed and didn't care and some wanted to kick their asses. In my own eyebrow raising amazement, I think that when they had Jango fixed they must have implanted those balls on Mrs. RB.
Right after I say something to that affect to someone, I walk right by RB - whose house by the way, I spent a Christmas Eve at and has been kind but never particularly warm to me - surprises me with a, "Hi, honey." I instantly feel bad...
But, then I run into someone else who wants to kick their ass.
January 18, 2006
15 Hearbeats Of Fame
Terry O'Neill, 50, of Pittsburgh, was watching the game at a bar and had a heart attack seconds after Jerome Bettis fumbled trying to score from the 2-yard line late in the fourth quarter. Quarterback Ben Roethlisberger prevented the Colts from returning the recovered ball for a touchdown and the Steelers hung on for a 21-18 win.
"I guess it was a little too much for me to handle. The Steelers won the game and I'm still alive, so I guess I'm doing pretty good," he said.
He will have a pacemaker implanted to control an irregular heartbeat and he was prescribed medication to deal with the hypertension.
And while he would like to go to the bar to thank the guys who saved him, O'Neill said, "but for the most part I guess I should probably take it easy and watch the game at home."
**Yeah - hypertension... And you might want to lay off the philly cheese steaks.
January 16, 2006
It's A Thought
I obviously have been busy and too exhausted to blog lately....
But I will tell you that I have finally decided to now wear my sweats around my ass showing my cotton briefs to the world...because I realize that since so many people (still) do it, they must think it is sexy and cool and therefore...it must be, right?
January 10, 2006
Mr. & Mrs. Not-In-The-Clauset
Visited the Hollywood Hair Guy
over the weekend
and he handed over the pictures
that his photographer shot
at the christmas party.
In the words of his full time housekeeper,
"Too much Christmas!"
He says she's scared of him now.
He also shared with me the theme for next year's party....
um - think au naturel, but in a different way than this year's....
And he showed me the spot where the permanent
(no pun intended)
twelve-foot scissors topiary is going to go.
In the words of The Hollywood Hair Guy,
"Love that!"
January 09, 2006
Whatayagonnado
Favorite Quote Of The Weekend:
"I was never white-trash until I moved back to Burbank!"
January 06, 2006
January 05, 2006
Down & Out There
I've been invited to participate in the upcoming edition of Urban Animal Magazine - a feature on approximately ten pet artists and their pet art. It's a beautiful thing that the web can get you found like this so randomly...you know where Urban Animal Magazine is published? New York? Chicago? Dallas? San Fran? Drum roll... Australia.
It is a free quarterly of which about 40,000 are printed in glossy color and luckily for the rest of the world - if you know it's there and want to read up from down, everything about the urban animal - past editions can be found in PDF form from the website.
Maybe I'll get a commission from a certain unruly actor.
PS... Today I trash-picked a rather large dog crate - now THAT'S urban!
And now I am enjoying a Foster's.
January 03, 2006
Truly, Madly, Deeply
Apparently the big word to start off the year is denial. To be or not to be in it, seems to be the breakdown and answer to most subjects with everyone I talk to - or don't talk to, and just gossip about. It is day three of 2006 and already I have used or heard the word used at least 142 times since midnight on the 1st.
I think as a generation (or country?) we have learned how to use or be in this state of defense (however subconsciously) better than any other, say deflection, regression, altruism, etc... After all, denial (#143) is such a comfy place to be, why deny ourselves? (#143 1/2) She says, rationalizing.