Monday, March 27, 2017
Friday, March 24, 2017
Thursday, March 23, 2017
I’ll spare my friend Ariel, because I owe him several dozen favors. Last night I paid one of them back, by helping put him put an audition on tape for a huge film.
By “huge” I mean the names in the scenes were changed to conceal characters, and the script had security settings that made it non-printable.
I’ve said too much. Glad I could help.
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Speaking of selling shit that isn’t yours, I passed by a shop on La Cienega the other day that’s selling the original sign from Paramount Studios. Want to own a piece of showbiz history? All you need is 30 grand.
You know who can afford it? Paramount Studios. How have they not snatched it up? Arrival grossed $197 million.
Wait – I checked. Paramount is looking to post more than $500 million in losses from 2016 and 2017.
Still, maybe they can throw a bake sale.
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Opening day has arrived, and I’m glad it’s here. My brother is coaching my nephew’s team again, and I’m there Friday nights and Sunday mornings, always armed with gum.
Monday, March 20, 2017
Still, I loved kicking the weekend off with a baked potato bar. Then shifting gears to more appropriate St. Patrick’s Day bars – the ones offering liquor.
about the craziest dishes around. No food this time – only the outrageously decadent drinks. Best $46 buzz in town.