Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Harry! You're A Blogger!

So what's the score now?

Word won't let me update my resume.

Yahoo won't let me update my website.

Final Draft won't let me update my screenplay.

MacDrive won't let me update my license.

Blogger won't let me update my blog. Maybe.


Forget you guys. I'm going to Disneyland tomorrow.

Friday, September 25, 2009

I've Got My Blog On You!

I'll be honest about this:

Now that my Mac is gone, I have absolutely no idea what movie quotes I've already used as Blog Titles and which ones I haven't. Cause without my Mac's special ability to save the old text I've entered in that box, and without the energy to look through my old posts, I'm completely screwed.

Beyond that bit, nothing new or impressive in the world. Still jobless; still unloved. I met with an alum today for drinks (NON-ALCOHOLIC-) and we chitter-chattered about the industry more. It's coming to my attention more and more that I should be writing (a screenplay, not my blog), but I just can't seem to bring myself to do it. The energy and utter fail waiting in the wings just stalls me out each time.

My current situation is this plague of a screenplay idea, where the main character ends up joining this insane sports league that no human being should ever be part of. And the trick is, I have to determine a NEED. WHY would this guy get involved with a sport like this? I've made a list of reasons why, and so far, they're all total crap. Because the true answer is, HE WOULDN'T. HE'D GO HOME, SIT ON THE COUCH, AND WATCH LENO AT 10.

But wow, that's a terrible twist for the screenplay. So in order to give the audience what it wants, this guy's gotta decide to join the league. And that means *I* gotta figure out why.

You guys should stop being so demanding.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Batman Has No Blogs...

Wow. I love how incredibly optimistic and enthusiastic all my Facebook statuses have recently become.

Observe the trend:



August 18th: AJ Pinkerton was stopped at the California border today. Yoshi is apparently a non-native invasive species in the state of California and therefore may not enter the state. He moves to an adoption center for parrots in Phoenix tomorrow morning. Happy frickin birthday.

August 26th: AJ Pinkerton FAILS AT IRONING! >:O This is why God made girls

August 29th: AJ Pinkerton sans house, job, pet, and patience: miserable curmudgeon extraordinaire.

September 2nd: AJ Pinkerton is SICK OF GETTING HONKED AT / HIGH-BEAMED. IF YOU HATE MY LOS ANGELES DRIVING, GET OUT OF YOUR CAR TO TELL ME SO I CAN AT LEAST RUN YOU OVER. >:#

September 8th: AJ Pinkerton was welcomed to the neighborhood by someone who broke into his house and stole his Mac, iPod, and digital camera. It's the thought that counts.

September 11th: AJ Pinkerton is impressed. Only one murder and four rapes in his neighborhood this week. Crime apparently *does* call in sick...

September 16th: AJ Pinkerton 's college mail has finally -- officially -- bitten the dust.

September 20th: AJ Pinkerton just found more old photos of his parrot and ignited his vengeance against California once again. How about keeping fricken robbers out of my house instead of beloved pets?

September 21st: AJ Pinkerton thinks that if life's gotta be a roller coaster, then he'd rather it be a kiddy one. The kind that looks like a big caterpillar and goes in circles, and just has little bumps in it.

September 23rd: AJ Pinkerton thinks California should've just handed him a "We Hate You; Go Away" packet when he first arrived, so at least he could keep track of all the documentation.


On the plus side, I don't quite qualify as Emo. On the downside, I'm pissed off all the time. It's an awkward trade.

While I'm blogging, how about this little story: to make up for my iPod being snatched, I picked up a (GET THIS!) portable CD player for my car instead, and a bunch of blank CDs to make mixes out of. I went home and got right to work on the first one: BADASS MUSIC FOR THE FAINT OF HEART, so I can at least feel dark and scary and brood in honking traffic to something angry and sinister playing. BUT...

The CDs don't work. I don't mean, they don't sound right, or they bend too easily, or they don't fly well when you throw them. I mean, plain and simply, that you can't do anything with them. Neither the computer nor the CD player will touch them.

Blank CDs. CD-Rs, more technically. You know, the kind that have been around since the 90's.

I found it funny that I was even buying them, as I've grown far more accustomed to picking up hard drives, or packs of DVDs at least, than writable CD media. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and I needed music. But who would have thought that here, in 2009, at a Los Angeles Staples, I could lay down $8 on a pack of CD-Rs that get less response from my computer than when I jam a piece of buttered toast in the disc drive.

(Maybe I should try saving my playlist onto some buttered toast...)

Just to verify that the discs, and not my drive, were the problem, I borrowed a disc from a roommate and it worked like a charm. So the story has a happy ending -- I have BADASS MUSIC FOR THE FAINT OF HEART for my drive to get a smog test tomorrow -- but I also have 50 blank CDs to do absolutely nothing with. Hot.

And then, while drowning my sorrows at Burger King, they screwed up every element of my three-item order. I didn't even bring any of it back.

Friday, September 18, 2009

We Are What We Choose To Blog

Today is the first day that I update my blog from my home. So greetings from the red shanty on 11th Avenue.

To mark my first (triumphant) blog post from home, I'm recapping the miserable list of mishappenings since I arrived in this state. Read closely; these events may very well end up in a pitiful Ben Stiller movie someday.

:::

Week 1: State of California issues a rejection notice upon my (attempted) entrance. Yoshi the parrot turns out to be an invasive non-native species.

Yoshi the parrot is put up for adoption in a Phoenix animal shelter, after ten years of commraderie. State of Jackassafornia inspects vehicle and allows my entrance.

:::

Week 2: Danny Gomez receives a copy of my resume on the CBS lot and immediately passes me on to the higher-ups. He asks for an email copy of my resume to share around.

I accidentally send Danny the wrong file. Instead of attaching my resume for him to share, I send a nasty letter to Ithaca College about the lack of industry training I received from them.

:::

Week 3: I spend my first night sleeping on the floor in the red house. In the morning, I go to breakfast with my housemates.

Red house gets broken into while I'm gone. Burglar steals my laptop, camera, and iPod. "Unknown suspect fled in unknown direction," writes a helpful police report.

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Week 4: My internship company invites me to attend an animal rights fund raiser at the Riviera Country Club on Sunset Boulevard. It's a black tie affair.

As I get dressed to leave, I discover that my tuxedo has a hole burned through it from the car ride across the country. I wear a nice shirt and tie instead.

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Week 5: I discover, in the midst of applying for auto insurance, that I have been giving out the wrong house address for weeks.

I make some desperate calls to reroute a paycheck being mailed to the wrong house.

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Week 6: ... (in progress) ...

Friday, September 4, 2009

Blog Like A Butterfly, Sting Like A Bee!

So, I have a house. I did not tell you that last, but I do. It's small and red, Spanish and cute, and it's very cozy and has a beautiful color scheme between its red walls and green lawn. The neighborhood is generally relaxed and friendly, about fifteen minutes south of Hollywood and five from Beverly Hills. I have a private back entrance, an effective ceiling-mounted fan, a flat roof accessible from indoors, and (I assume) a grand view of the Hollywood sign from there. Not bad, LA. Not bad.

So the housing hunt is over and our rent has begun, but that doesn't say much for the job search yet. Nobody's been calling, although I have numbers for upcoming productions shooting locally. Cory Edwards (yesterday) wrote that major financiers are now interested in backing Fraggle Rock, which means the budget may finally be together and production can green-light! That's good for me, as I'm looking for a big project to get hired onto and, having already met Cory, it'd be a much easier film to get a jump onto than most.

By the same token, Beard Srinivasan tells me that Spider-Man 4 is shooting at Columbia this winter -- which is ideal for me, as I live about ten minutes from Columbia's studios now. Besides, someone online once claimed I reminded him stylistically of Sam Raimi. We were meant for each other, obviously, and Spider-Man 4 would also be a great "starting" project to work on.

Pictures of my house coming soon. Yayyayay.