Already a year has passed, which means it’s Pesach once more.
It has become custom for me to post a related video so here’s a very catchy tune that can pretty much be described as the Passover version of Cee Lo Green’s Fuck You:
Chag Sameach!
Already a year has passed, which means it’s Pesach once more.
It has become custom for me to post a related video so here’s a very catchy tune that can pretty much be described as the Passover version of Cee Lo Green’s Fuck You:
Chag Sameach!
What a break.
You can pretty much skip to the end if you don’t care about my miserable existence.
Come to think of it, I might skip this too.
So where were we? Oh right, Paris.
Following a brief (2 days) stint in NYC, I headed to Los Angeles in the hopes of having a star on the walk of fame getting a job.
Before dreams of glory could be had, I needed to deal with the real-world and all of its complexity.
Starting with housing.
Thanks to the amazing power of Craigslist, I found a studio-apartment in less than four days. All hail technology!
Which brings me to my move last week.
I was very surprised at how…dirty and empty the studio was. No sheets, no pillows, no towels, no microwave, no cookware, no nothing. Suffice it to say the first night was rough.
I didn’t expect to buy in three days so many household items. Bed, Bath and Beyond is a life-saver on that end.
On the brighter side of things, that means my next apartment won’t be that empty.
It also turns out that the previous tenants never cleaned the place. Not to go into gory details but I need to deal with clothes moths now…
Yes, I’m slowly discovering the real American way of life.
So after spending well over a grand I didn’t have on everything from pans to trashcans, pillows and iron steamer, I decided it was time to buy some more stuff, like books.
In case you haven’t heard, the Book Soup is pretty great. They even had Bozo the Clown the other day promoting his new book. (I’m not making this stuff up)
In the past three weeks, I did get to see three movies: Middle Men, Cyrus, and Scott Pilgrim vs. the World.
Middle Men was quite nice though unfortunately visually hectic. Cyrus was very funny and heartfelt. Much more than Step Brothers actually, which was positively surprising.
And last but not least, Scott Pilgrim. I am kind of torn between two positions on this flick. On the one hand, it was entertaining, so I guess mission accomplished. Though on the other hand, I didn’t feel that much of a development regarding the characters, as if all of this was a mere pretext for having epic arcade-style fighting on the big screen.
I still have no television, which means the few shows I get to watch are through the wonderful world of the Internet. And the crappy Wi-Fi of my neighbor. Welcome to the 21st century.
Last night was the ‘Writing for Genre Television’ panel at Meltdown Comics. It was, as expected, awesome. I know that a few of you peeps out there weren’t able to make it, so there’s going to be more on that tomorrow right here.
And now you are all caught up on the past month.
I’m off to see back-to-back two of the greatest films ever made at the New Beverly Cinema:
Night of the Hunter and M.
Sounds fun.
Tomorrow’s program: review of the ‘Writing for Genre Television’ round-table, including awesome writing advice.
I promise.
All my bags are packed.
I’m ready to go.
You know that World Wide Jump I’ve been kinda hinting about for the past two yers (or clearly stating)?
It’s happening right now.
Moving to the West Coast this week made me realize all that has happened in the past couple of months, especially before my official coming out to Los Angeles.
When you’re coming out, your family members will react differently.
At first no one believes you.
Once they realize it’s not a dream, some won’t be very understandable (“So you’re really…huh”), others will be more amicable (“You sir have some balls”), and a few might pull out the ‘I knew it’ card (“Ever since you were born, I knew you were gonna come out some day. This is the perfect lifestyle for you.”).
You might even hear someone scream: “OMG! Now you’re SO buying that apartment in Silver Lake!”
This is also the perfect time to have with your friends a Coming Out Fiesta (also known as Going Away Party).
You too will be able to fondly reminisce about the good ol’ times, when you spent all your waking hours in a barely-lit closet, banging out pages in front of a screen.
Be sure to quickly delete all your embarrassing pictures from Facebook before your coming out, or you’ll be acutely aware of them for years to come.
Finally, the one thing you’re bound to hear over and over again is the running-gag “Don’t forget me!”
Bonus points if your stalker adds a LOL or a smiley.
Don’t get me wrong, that’s cute and all, but I sense a vague threat in that sentence.
If you do end up becoming a millionaire, chances are that one of the people who uttered that sentence will come knocking at your door.
People also tend to be pissed for some reason when you don’t actually remember them.
Hey blondie, just because I don’t recall you from that Spanish class ten years ago doesn’t mean I pulled an Eternal Sunshine; my brain is just hard-wired to care about a maximum of 150 people (fact!).
Oh yes, coming out to Los Angeles is no easy task and an experience like no other.
It is difficult to grasp what your life will be like after it, but once you do make that leap of faith, once you make it over that obstacle…
Well.
Here we go.