I got a bone!

Because G-d threw one my way! I hope that didn’t sound too dirty :/

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I’ve been keeping busy lately. I started studying Stanislavski and I love it, I booked and shot my first TV Pilot and one of my  biggest comedic influences started following me on Twitter (!!). But now I am feeling all this pressure to tweet well, but I could have worse problems — like starvation or a flat tire on the way to a job interview or sneezing during a make out scene or something. Above is a picture with way bad lighting of me and the pilot’s lead. She’s rad! I’ve also started reading some plays by Steve Martin and they are terrific. I would love love love to put one on someday. Now time to keep on working. Happy July 4th everyone! Try to do one thing this week that is out of your comfort zone (but in a positive way, mooning people ain’t cute)

Also, anyone have any good July 4th recipes? My mom’s birthday is the 5th, so I want to make something special

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Place

“Damn it, Hugh, the cigarette lighter, where did you leave the G-d damned cigarette lighter?”

Phillip thrust his hands in his back pockets, “Damn it, Hugh, never mind!”

Phillip lit up a packaged cigarette, grabbed the TV remote and joined a Law and Order: SVU marathon, despite not being predispositioned to join anything.

“Damn it, this shit again” he mumbled, fusing further into his roommate’s coach and settling in for a long run of sitting and passive crime solving. He always figured out the culprit, but never said it out loud. It was always the damn white guy who got cold feet, cold blood or a cold heart. Phillip knew it was a thinly-vieled attempt by the network to come off as post-racial — like those damn college brochures he gets in the mail with one person of each race.

“Hugh! This is the episode where Jackson gets killed! Damn glorious! If only this would happen in real life, then maybe I wouldn’t be the damn black sheep anymore.”

Hugh stumbles down the stairs, hacking up a handful of phlegm.

“We’ve had the conversation a dozen times, Phil, you’re a brilliant graphic designer — you’re going to leave your bro in the dust. He’s just a background actor, not some Peter O’Toole genius shit. I can hack into his IMDB profile, it’s all bullshit anyway.”

Phillip sighs.

“Want an omelet?”

Phillip nods and watches Jackson’s scene on loop. Fake blood spews out of his body in the flash back, in the present his body should be motionless, but Phil still could sense that his brother was breathing. Phil begins to breath heavily, blowing out his cigarette.

“Damn it!”

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I’m a little bit apprehensive of sharing a full one, but here is a third of a short story. Hope everyone enjoyed their weekend. Also, my team, Spaceman’s Promise, has a show on Tuesday at 10:30 PM at The Neon Venus in Hollywood. We would be excited to have ya!

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Rewatching Childhood Favorites

 

wait. what? Rocko was a phone sex operator?!? #missedthatwheniwassix

After rewatching the Pinky and the Brain series (and being amazed by how much better it is now that I am 22), I have started a list of shows I want to revisit. Slate posted the video above this morning. Needless to say, Rocko’s Modern Life has made its way to the top of my list. Check out my list below! Does anyone out there in Internet land have any further suggestions?

The List:

Rocko’s Modern Life

Hey Arnold!

Roseanne

The Drew Carey Show

Animaniacs

The first few seasons of Spongebob

The first 10 seasons of The Simpsons