Tomorrow night, I’m going to broaden my horizons by seeing a film at the LA-famous Paramount Drive-In. I hope I kick myself hard for avoiding this my entire life. Thanks, COVID.
Thursday, September 24, 2020
I pulled six of them off for something I’d never experienced before. I had an audition for a TV show this week, and was asked to do the same scene twice – with and without a mask.
I suppose this may be the look we’ll be seeing on some TV shows as the virus lingers past season premiere dates. Just know my lips were fully emoting.
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
Thanks millennials. I’d like to think I spooked you off, but you were just busy eating your avocado toast.
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
The bumper sticker that always caught my eye was from radio station Froggy 101 on “The Office.” I always get a kick out of authenticity, and this show had plenty of it. It came up in the anthology book I’m reading in a story from Mari Potis of the Greater Scranton Chamber of Commerce:
I got a call from Phil Shea, a property master who told me they were doing a pilot for a TV show about a fictional paper company that would be set in Scranton. He wanted to use a Scranton Chamber of Commerce sign for the walls and then asked if I would help with some other items for the show. Then for the next nine years, I became the person that got them authentic Scranton props for the background. Eventually, we sent them truckloads of items submitted from local businesses that lined up to donate them at Steamtown mall, hoping to get free advertising on TV. It was the yellow Froggy 101 sticker (from Dwight’s desk), pizza boxes and newspapers… whatever they needed.
Monday, September 21, 2020
I heard the earthquake coming down the street and then it rumbled through my house like a train. In 2020 everything is on. Like on Saturday, a blackout occurred while I spent the day at my brother’s house. My WiFi-starved nephew kept himself entertained:
I went home for dinner only to have my power go out. Hours later, when it finally came back on, my cable was still out for the night.
Every blackout is a reminder that you drunk-ate the good granola bars out of the earthquake kit two years ago and never restocked them. Make a note
Friday, September 18, 2020
I grew the grass in the forefront from scratch a few years ago. It was a longshot on some very unfertile soil, yet besides Ricky’s pee patches, it’s flourishing.
A few months ago, I decided to turn an even more barren, rock-infested strip into more grass, which you can see in the background. Not bad.
I choose to do all the seeding, mowing, weeding and watering so Ricky can romp and relax on a lush lawn. And yet if you look closely you’ll see he’s asleep behind two potted plants on the bricks. Enjoy your giant toilet, son.
Thursday, September 17, 2020
The Red Cross doesn’t stab at all. They’re extra gentle, and apologetic if you even slightly wince. Speaking of wincing, bear with me as I follow up my post from last week with one more quick plea to donate blood.
How about this: we all want the coveted COVID antibody test. How about cutting to the front of the line? Your blood will be tested for antibodies, plus hepatitis, HIV and other STDs. The pic above features my results from donating last week. Negative, ladies.