Rollin’ Out The Red Carpet.

My favorite moment from the Oscars was the dead-person montage a few years back, when all the celebs Joan Rivers insulted had to applaud her.

My favorite moment from the Dances with Films festival occurred Saturday night, with the screening of my friends Bru and Aina’s short Diwa. The film is haunting and beautifully shot, and the audience at the Chinese Theater in Hollywood was loaded with Bru and Aina’s good friends, who support them because they always go out of their way for us.

It was followed by a great after-party at Lono tiki bar. It was nice to have us all together and talk about what we’re working on. Like our friend Gary, who performed standup last night with Judd Apatow. Or Kirk, who is writing a sitcom pilot. And our friend Dean, who is about to direct a horror film.

Just a bunch of friends getting after it in a business we love. My kind of night.

I Cannot Confirm Or Deny.

Craftsmen.

Apparently my strength is sending emails referencing attachments without the attachments.

Attention to detail may not be my thing, but that’s not the case for the grounds crew at Angels Stadium. I went to the game last night, and noticed they fashion a halo around the pitching mound. I really dig that.

My Location Scout.

It’s never too late to follow your dreams. Unless your dream is to be some sort of a child prodigy, in which case yes, it’s too late.

My dream was to create my own sitcom, and I’m in the process of doing just that. It’s been entirely satisfying, putting the pieces together. My latest was a trip to check out a filming space, and it was exactly as I imagined. I loved it.

So now I have shooting dates, a director, one of the locations, some of the cast and several props. Still much to do.

Helping me is a quote. It may be about writing novels, but it’s fueling me nonetheless:
 “You try to put everything you have in a book. That is, don’t save anything for the next one.” – James Salter

This Couple Downtown.

I can only presume they were on their way to him tying her to the train tracks or the conveyor belt of a giant lumber mill saw.

Winning.

They’ll give those participation trophies out to anyone these days.

Actually, this is the Manhattan Beach Little League championship trophy, which my nephew and his coach (my brother) won on Saturday. Not pictured above: my nephew, who had run off to the post-game pool party.

Here’s the team. That’s my brother, back left. At the post-game party, he offered five bucks to whichever player could impersonate him best. So many F bombs.

Did I mention there was a party? Damn right there was a natural-rock water slide. Two of the players’ parents own the nicest home in the city. (Their pantry is bigger than my garage.) That’s my nephew in yellow. Not pictured: 1) The batting cage, back to the left, and 2) Vince Vaughn’s home next door.

Child abuse: I put one of these on my head and ran around the pool screaming “I’m Jackson’s uncle!”

In the basement: two bowling lanes. It’s like looking in a mirror.

31 Seconds Of May.

I enjoy long walks away from people who say, “Hey, you gotta watch this 10-minute YouTube video”.

That’s why I take only a second of video each day. Here’s May: