On a side note, I’m pretty sure I spotted Donal Logue at a Starbucks near Beverly Hills this weekend. (Two name drops, one post!) I may’ve stared a bit but only because I vaguely remember doing extra work on a show he starred in. I still can’t think of the name. Looking on iMDB would be cheating. I did the job to get my SAG card back in the day (which I never did get). Grounded For Life! That’s what it was. At some point maybe I’ll post this footage since I recently picked up a (drum-roll please) VHS digitizing device. More on that delightfully antiquated technology later…

Yesterday I met with folks from Adobe to go over their answer to screenwriting software: Adobe Story. FIve guys who worked on it were in town from India. And to only further stereotype myself as an LA writer, I asked them to meet me at Literati to discuss. The product is pretty cool, though. I’m already a fan of most things Adobe. The first Little CEO was cut on Adobe Premiere, even though the projects that followed were done on Final Cut. I’m also a fan of Photoshop, After Effects (which I’m slowly learning), Flash, Flex, and Soundbooth is pretty badass. Anywho, from what I saw of Adobe Story, it’s a faster, simpler version of Final Draft that lets you easily collaborate with other writers. Worth a look-see if you don’t want to drop the cash like I did on Final Draft. It lets you import Final Draft files too, so no one has to know….

Just churned out another revision on my teen comedy script that I started last October. It’s been a long road, but the feedback has been overwhelmingly positive.

Been working my day job like a champ. Yes, I have a day job. You think money grows on trees? Although those money trees are pretty great — still waiting for mine to fruit some cash.

This past week I had an especially fun time. Spent a couple days working on my friend’s movie. He’s putting together on a submission for this contest, and I got to play a surgeon’s assistant. It was very “City of Lost Children”-style. Here’s a pic from when I was in wardrobe with Christiana, and Mr. Director, Jimmie:

More photos are posted at Jack Bornoff’s website. He took some snapshots when he wasn’t busy playing the role of the marginally sadistic surgeon.

Until next time…. (which is hopefully less than 4 months from now.)

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Here’s the show flyer

People sometimes neglect to kick back and enjoy something for what it is. Reminds me of watching MSNBC years ago and the pundits were talking about Whole Foods. The stock was the one to buy at the time, so they did a whole piece on them. But instead of talking about the company and its modest origins and its track record, all the news people just ate toaster waffles from the Whole Foods freezer section and complained about how awful and cardboardy they were. Seriously? That’s what you focus on–one random thing that’s gonna probably suck at any grocery?

It’d be like watching Better Off Dead and saying it sucks because of some arbitrary thing– like a French foreign exchange student who can fix a Mustang, a tween who picks up trashy women, or a relentless, scary skiing/biking paperboy. Ridiculous, maybe, but awesome. Unique and funny sometimes doesn’t come without a little suspension of disbelief.

Anywho, it may be the boxed wine talking– I’ve just switched from rectangular boxed wine to cubed boxed. Which is sort of like moving out of a trailer home into a double wide…But I digress. What Savage Steve was saying was that after opening weekend, no one would even talk to him. People HATED the movie. His agent dropped him. I’m actually rather inspired by the tribulations of Mr. Holland. He shot a great movie in 30 days, and it’s a classic.

The moral of the story is: Hope. If everyone hates your hilarious movie, you still have a shot at cult-classic status.

Considering my basic statistics of being single, female, and an avid player of Wordtwist, I totally get it. In fact, I’m flattered, ’cause frankly the targeted ads on Evite are far more troubling. When every banner you get is for booze, birth control, and a magical solution for cottage cheese thighs– makes you wonder what kind of slutty, saddlebag-sporting, drunk they think you are? Or rather, I am. Begs the question: Do they have me pegged so wrong or am I lacking some much needed self-awareness? For the sake of argument, let’s leave this rhetorical…