This is quick update

For some reason beyond me that I have been craving potatoes. Not baked or boiled but fried, yup French fries. Is it that I need the grease? Or is it that I'm doing everything I can to shoot myself in the foot? I hope it's something to do with the grease. I been on this binge for a few days now. I got to stop! I've been doing so well as of late. I don't want to  backslide now. It was Sunday Night when all this started up.  I went to Jack in the Box for a fish sandwich ended up getting not only the fish sandwich but the combo with curly fries and a shake (what the fuck was I thinking-I wasn't). I went to work on Monday to wrap out the equipment from the pilot. I stopped off at Starbucks on the way to work to get my 'first cup of the day' along with a banana, was still stuffed from Sunday nights binge. Enjoyed the cup of java in traffic on the commute. Then about mid morning I got fucking real hungry. So I ate the banana in hopes it would tie me over but it didn't help. I should have known that it wouldn't have worked. It's like taking drugs when you're jonesing... a taste isn't going to help. At the break I went to a Starbucks near work, I got myself an orange juice, scone plus cheesy bagel/cream cheese. I was hoping this would do it; but it didn't work either. After I got done with work I headed back to my flop but this time I stopped off at Jack in the Box again and got 2 fish sandwich and nothing else. I was hoping this would do it for me for the day. Nope was I wrong. Again I wanted fries but the kind you get from Islands... the Cheddar cheese fries. Why I have no fucking clue. What I got was Carl's jr instead, a Santa Fe Chicken sandwich but I didn't end it there I let my eyes take over my stomach and I also got the guacamole six dollar burger (why they call it that is beyond me, because I guess they want to charge you six bucks for it) combo, meaning crisp cuts with a shake. Fuck me! Today wasn't much better. I did Starbucks for the cup of java and banana, no on the cheesy bagel but got the scone instead. As for tonight still fighting the monkey on my back went and got cheese fries from 'Alpha Omaga' (local burger joint, it's okay, nothing to rave about). After stuffing my face with a poor substitute I'm still craving those damn Island Cheddar Cheese Fries. Got to fight this... one way or the other!

Tasty treats from the Set

If you been following my tweets or facebook, you know that I have been working on a Warner Brothers Pilot, which I'm not suppose to give the title (Suburgatory). So don't ask me what the name of the Pilot was (Suburgatory), because I can't tell you. All I can say is that it will probably end up on the WB/CW, yup it's that kind of show. From what I can tell the show is about 'stereotypes' east coast vs the west coast; high school cool kids vs the non cool kids, valley parents vs metro parents, the usual bullshit nothing new. The thing about working on these type of shows is how tight the budget is and the long hours. There is a way to gage these things... if craft service is shitty the crew will be cranky. Craft service is decent to good the crew will put up with most anything (kind of stupid but true). Now you're asking yourself what is craft service (if not play along)? Today's Craft Service is about supplying snacks, treats, finger food, fresh fruit, coffee, cokes (sodas), water and juices; as you can read its purpose is to have a spread out for quick nibbles on the run. The spread can be like happy hour at trendy bar like hors d'oeuvre or a junk food junky with different kind of cookies, candies, donuts or sweets of any kind . Craft Service also brings in outside catering like; In-n-Out, soft taco guy (cooks it up in front of you), BBQ Ribs/Chicken, Hot Dog Cart (like those trendy lunch trucks that are popping up) for late night meals on the run. As for the caterer for our sit down meal it was WB's own caterer, it was hit and miss at best with those guys. Once again you can tell when the budget is tight by the caterer who is doing your sit down meal. The good ones will cost production 'some coin' but worth it in the end to keep the crew and cast happy. Again it's the small things that count the most. 

For me I use caution when nibbling, like eating bananas or mixed nuts; every now and then I would take one of those bite size candies like Mars or Hershey's (I think I had about 4 for the whole week). I would eat the hors d'oeuvres depending on what it was. Most of the time it was meat & cheese tray with crackers or shrimp, crab/seafood mix spread. Later in the day or night when we would be close to or long past the twelfth hour it would be one of the 'trendy lunch trucks' or something brought in from someplace. Food like fancy mac & cheese along with chicken wings, pastrami or meatball sandwiches, Chinese noodles with stir fry, roasted chicken (lunch truck) just to mention a few. I only ate if I was hungry and when I did it was small portions. Most of the time I didn't eat off the main caterer, I would eat later when craft service brought in something special. But if I did eat off the main caterer I would only take a taste of what was brought in by craft service, sometimes not always. I kept myself in check and not to make the usual mistake of grazing at the craft service table every time I was bored or need a pick me up (I used coffee for that). As for the morning I would hit the local Starbucks for my 'first cup of the day' with a cheesy bagel/cream cheese to start my day (that was my breakfast). I would enjoy my cup of java and bagel while commuting in AM rush hour traffic.Now for the pix I'm posting with this blog. This was on the last day of shooting at Taft High School. I was told these where Lady Gaga knockoffs. To me they look more like anime style kittens. Which is more sexier. To bad they didn't have the little anime kitten outfit, skin tight suit with tail and thigh high stiletto boots.

Special thanks to one of my favorite pencilers, I do enjoy your style.

Catching up

Here is what's been going on with me dropping weight. Yesterday when I got up to the sound of falling rain I made my way over to Starbucks for 'the first cup of the day' with a cheesy bagel/cream cheese. As for today when I got out of bed again to find it raining I made my way to Starbucks to start the day the same way 'cup of java' with a cheesy bagel/cream cheese, nope on the banana, the ones they had out didn't look so appealing.
Now for last night I kind of fucked up again. I went to the local place called Omega Burger (its okay to good they are better).
I ordered up a hot dog in tortilla with avocado & cheese. Something I use to make at home along time ago. The part I fucked up on is ordering fries and a large chocolate shake. I was more than stuff, uncomfortably stuffed.
Back to tonight I went to a below average burrito joint (I know better but then in the rain you get stupid). I order up taquitos (6 in all) with guacamole and chips with guacamole. Needless to say it didn't taste very good (taste burnt). I don't know why I keep going back there. The only time one should go there is when you are out partying all night and it's the only place open or you're to drunk to know better.
I got to get out-n-bout before I climb the walls or do more bad meal choices. So far I've been lucky on not gaining back weight. But if I keep doing stupid things that could change very fast and I don't want that.
Now for the pic... I would enjoy having her on my couch on a rainy night or day or anytime for that matter (rainy time kind of makes me horny if you can't tell by now)

What to do on a rainy night.

I've got a bad case of 'Cabin Fever', I'm about to climb the walls. Any minute now I'm going to start doing what they do in most prison movies, put tally marks on the wall (IIII) marking the days I've been cooped up inside of this flop place. Now that it started raining, hasn't help any... I mean if I had a hot sexy MILF to fuck all day and night I guess I wouldn't be bitching as much... then again a change of scenery would be good too. To pass the time I've been watching Old Flash Gordon series from the 1930s, thanks to Nexflix. Most of it has been a hoot as they use to say. I'm bit taken that it was Universal Studios. Then again most of the major studios had what I call theatre series (this is where TV got the idea for episodics). These theatre series where shown between double features, the intermissions. By watching these it has helped somewhat from keeping me from climbing the walls. The Special FXs in the Old Flash Gordon series of the 1930s is funny as shit but back then it was close to cutting edge, spaceships on strings with sparks and smoke coming out of the back, or showing space with tiny cut-out stars like you did in the forth grade, then there's the showing the different planets, earth is nothing more that a regular globe you find in any schoolroom, the costumes are something else as well, you can see the ties in the back of what is suppose to be spacesuits, rock-men outfits and the enemy solders are wearing what can only be describe as Tommy Trojan outfits (nope not Roman), some of the good guys costumes are nothing more than outfits from Robin Hood movies (feathers in caps, tights, leather vest, pointed booties). The sets are comical as well. As you can tell I've been spending way to much time watching these series. I've been trapped so much that the actresses in the Old Flash Gordon series of 1930s are looking HOT for Black & White.The question I have is why didn't Dale Arden and Flash Gordon ever kiss? They look like they where going to be never did. Not once did they play tonsil hockey or mingling of the tongues, not even a peck on the lips.

Hey is that seat taken!

Once again Boys & Girls its time to gather around the cauldron. The day started out overcast & cool (weather report-last night it pissed down rain)... that kept me from pedaling to local Starbucks... instead I burned up some dinosaur juice... did my part to warm up the planet after all it was a hoodie/sweater day... I rolled into the local Starbucks to see Pumpkin pushing the crew (pushing the crew-film industry term-leader-head barista)... time out... now I have to come up with two new barista characters nicknames... first is the barista working the register... I'll call her 'Bring Back The 60's Barista', she friendly and quite witty... the other barista was working the 'cauldron machine', I'll call her 'I'm Not That Kind Of Girl Barista', friendly, (insert hand motion-air quotes) 'good girl', don't like facial hair on guys... time in... where was I?... Ah yes... as I entered I greeted Pumpkin's crew... sense I had my laptop my plan was kicking back doing some writing... but like most best laid out plans... it went to hell rather quickly... the spot I usually use was taken already by a young couple sharing a notebook... better known as my first 'fisher Price I can't afford a real laptop so I got this piece of shit'... the second table I use was being occupied by a good looking young vixen, in her early twenties with a nice 15" inch MacBookPro, now that's class... I landed at my usual spot when I don't have my laptop with me, at the counter sitting in the 'big person' chair... I do what most people do... set my stuff down on the counter in front of the stool I'm going to sit in... which is right by 'hey stupid your damn drink is really and it's been sitting here for awhile' pick up counter... Pumpkin disappeared into the back when I head over to the register where 'Bring Back The 60's Barista' is taking orders... now, her and 'I'm Not That Kind Of Girl Barista' made a comment about me growing a goat-tee... why is it that most females never can say "hey a nice goat-tee you're growing there"... instead they say some thing like "what the fuck is that on your face" (but in 'PC')... I order up my 'first cup of the day' plus a banana... the place was a bit busy but not standing room only busy... after exchanging pleasantries about my goat-tee... more like me defending myself... I even tried throwing a 'regular' who has a goat-tee (two tone) under the bus... didn't work, the baristas still wanting to shave off my goat-tee with rusty piece of dull steel... I was up front when I was confronted about the darkness my goat-tee... I gladly spout out to 'I'm Not That Kind Of Girl Barista' that I dyed my goat-tee to make it one color (you know the guy commercial 'cover the grey & you'll score with the chicks ol' guy)... I'm not afraid to admit I have some 'metro' in me... which got a strange chuckle from them... now mind you this all happened within about ten minutes... I went to doctor up my java at the positions & hex condiment bar... (you're excepting me to write some sexual innuendo about looks-likes, coffee-women, sugar-sweet, cream-tan)... while doing this a young guy with his female friend where waiting at the 'hey stupid your damn drink is really and it's been sitting here for awhile' pick up counter when he sat down on the stool I had my stuff in front of... why is it that people fucking don't care anymore?... I mean if you see that someone has their stuff or drink holding their place... you don't plop your ass down... what happen to manners... me being me, I say to him "I'll share my seat with you"?... which he in turns he gives the dumb look, OF WHAT?... then it registers that the stuff on the counter is mine, so reluctantly he surrenders the seat... this got a giggle out of 'I'm Not That Kind Of Girl' Barista... I sat down, the young guy & his female friend left, then it got busy... I read some of tweets… when I noticed that my Mac laptop is getting old... tell tale sign is the battier doesn't hold its charge... its scary when the screen goes black before you can shut it down... so what do I do?... I get a refill... but this time Pumpkin was back & surprise me with a 'cup of lovin', which in someways made it all better... plus I got the cheesy bagel/cream cheese... felling the need to aid my old Mac laptop I took it on the run... leaving Starbucks with a rush of costumers... is there a moral to this tale... yeah don't fucking sit your ass down when you can plainly see that someone else is already sitting there...

Shampoo & Cut Watching Old Flash Gordon series from 1930s

I started off the day turning down a 'get up & go' call. It was for the TV Pilot I worded on yesterday; the same one that laid me off because the guy I replaced was coming back today (he'd called in sick-really one day illness?). The other reason I turned it down was, they're at some 'porn house' location deep in Malibu Canyon; ritzy house usually used in filming porn; far way from street, miles away from trailer & wrapping out was going to be a bitch, late night! It was supposedly only going to be an eight hour call per production (yeah right). So I did what every other person would do I lied about having something else I had to attend to. I made a quick call to the person who cuts my hair to see if she could fit me in at the last minute for a shampoo & cut. Her reply was get your ass here by 1:30 today! That gave me a few hours to 'kill'. I went to my local Starbucks for my 'first cup of the day' (none of the barista I write about where working), cheesy bagel/cream cheese. While killing time I read some tweets, updated apps on iPhone then headed out to get hair cut. I got to the saloon just in time to wait for her to finish a 'blue haired lady' (means old old woman with grey that look somewhat blue). Now I know your suppose to open up and pour out your heart to the person cutting your hair but why is it with me its the other way around. She is the one telling me what hell is going on (it doesn't help that she has been cutting my hair for over 20yrs-she pretty much knows all my ex-wife's family-fuck me I really don't care what happens with them). 
FLASH BACK (film term for insert what's happened in the past):
Update of what I had for a meal at work from yesterday: Corn beef!! some chicken and a portabella mushroom, couple of homemade chocolate chip cookies. When I got home that night I had Chinese, steamed rice and BBQ Pork. 
END OF FLASH BACK:
After getting my shampoo & cut, I came back to flop place to finish grooming, that means shaving, trimming goat-tee, did some touch up (yup man code for dyeing it one color-get rid of the grey) then shower to get the dye out of my goat-tee. Very mess when trying to rise dye out of goat-tee in sink. I can clean up rather nicely (I was once told). I wish I had a hot MILF to clean up for so she can take advantage of me (ya hot dirty sex).Watching Nexflix, Old Flash Gordon series from the 1930s made for theatre intermission. Now I am hungry, thinking of shrimp tacos!

Burger from the new old Sugar Shack.

Tonight's writing is not about the local Starbucks that I pedal my ass over to. All right I lied, it is kinda sorta... I was yearning for a 'cup of java'... this time when I got there the baristas I usual write about weren't on the floor (restaurant term for get your ass out there and take the abuse for very low pay)... I went to my original spot at the counter to sit in the 'big persons' chair... instead of having my laptop this time I had my iPod Touch (we're reading old, I mean old-it won't take any new updates from iTunes anymore old-way before iPad was a wet spot in Steve's pants old) used it and my iPhone to stakeout my little part of the counter... like in the old land rush days (those of you who flunked history get the new history app from the app store)... then I went to the register to find someone I haven't written about yet... now, I got to say its kind of 'cool' when a barista ask me "what's my pet name going to be"? (I guess this would be writer's term for AKA or alias-to protect the innocent-like I would really do that)... Now that I have time to ponder it, how about 'She Who facebooks Everything Barista'... works for me... (now back to story)... 'She Who facebooks Everything Barista' was telling me it took her a bit to figure out who Baahbaah Barista was... She giggle I smirked... I got my 'cup of java', made her go fetch bananas from the back because they where out on the counter... when she came back with the box of Chiquita Bananas... I knew I was getting one with a sticker!... Fuck me... there are times when I shouldn't write about putting up stickers around the store... She Who facebooks Everything Barista remember that Baahbaah Barista stripped the stickers so she did too... she didn't want to be out done... there goes my sticker... okay back to what this story is going to be about... I sat at my staked out part of the counter enjoying my 'cup of java' while watching Nexflix on my old iPod Touch... what I was watching was even older... 1930s version of 'Flash Gordon Death Ray From Mars' (if you got nexflix take a look)... after the 'cup of java', banana and being distracted by the very sexy hot MILFs come in for the ice blend drinks, even ice tea!... I decided on going next door to the NEW OLD SUGAR SHACK... a bit of history or rumor not sure which... this was the original MALT SHOPE of Covina (oops gave away location-fuck it-google it) made famous by a newspaper cartoonist... back in the days when guys looking like Ken dolls and the gals where wearing poodle skirts (which is why a lot of guys have sexual fantasies about girls wearing bobby socks, two tone shoes, and tight knit sweaters)... I got yearning for an old fashion cheese burger... having some feed back from others who patron the Sugar Shack... it's the burgers that got good reviews... oh the chile is for shit (shit not meaning good)... I've heard that the sundaes are monstrous... might be a good thing... it's the ice cream I'm not sure of, Thrifty Ice Cream... which to me was okay but very cheap... not highly rated back in the day... well lets get back to it shall we?.. I went over (you can see pic here that I took-there somewhere here) to order a cheese burger with avocado and extra pickle... now I will say this the place is somewhat busy because of curiosity but not wait outside until we feel you get a table busy... I made my order to go thinking it wouldn't take much time... was I fucking wrong... I think when you tell them its to go... to them it means "hey cookie take your fucking time on this one-its on the fly"... I mean I had time to go back and watch more of my 'Flash Gordon Death Ray From Mars' movie... I went back-n-forth from local Starbucks to Sugar Shack more times than I should... I finally got my avocado cheese burger with extra pickles (why do people think extra means we give you two so here is one more-extra means give me a lot you fucking bastard)... got the burger back to Starbucks to the area I had staked out... it was good... can of reminded me of---wait for it... 'Big Boy's Hamburgers'... wolfed it down and chased it with a Route 66 Root Beer (made with real cane sugar)... good stuff all around... now for the picture I'm posting with this, in no way is related to the Sugar Shack... I mean noooo noooo noooo buddy in Sugar Shack looks like this at all... the furthest from it... I think if they would get the waitress to look like this... then they could make you wait outside until they fucking feel like sitting your ass at table or at counter... Do you want fries with that?