I dunno about this Superman movie...

http://www.youtube.com/v/twyYIPhSa3U

Jeeze oh man, this looks awwwful. Does half of it take place on Krypton? And what about this Reeves guy, there's no shots of him talking, and we don't even get to see him as Clark Kent. The studio knows he sucks and they're trying to hide it!! And Gene Hackman playing Lex Luthor? Come on!

And look at this poster, I bet Warners is so embarassed that they didn't even want to put anyone's pictures on it.


I bet this is going to bomb, and we'll never get to see another Superman movie. Why didn't they get Richard Lester to direct, he would have known what to do!!!

Taco man

If a man comes to your door, fresh taco in one hand, a sopping wet trash bag in the other, and asks if you will hide the bag in your house for the period of one week, in exchange for which you will receive said taco, don't immediately say no.

Especially if it has sour cream and tomatoes on it.

There are a few things to consider first. Chief among them (no, not "What's in the bag?", but that will come into play later), rather "Hey guy, where did you get that taco?" If he stammers and doesn't have an answer, it's a bad deal - he's probably rubbed his balls on the taco.

If he gives you what you feel is a satisfactory answer, follow up with "Who gave you my address?" Being a hermit in the woods, it's not like he was just strolling by your place all will-nilly, and certainly not with a seeingly fresh taco in hand. If he tells you that John Stancil gave him your address at that pig roasting a few weeks back, then you know he's on the level.

Now that you've got this asshole right where you want him, you're now in a position to bargain. Tell him you want a second taco a week later when he returns for his bag. He's lost a decent amount of blood at this point, and may be somewhat irrational, and will quickly cave to your demand of a second taco. When he leaves, throw the bag off a cliff. If he comes back in a week for the bag, just tell him Jim came by to pick it up already, and you'd like the taco now. If he continues jawing off to you, make like you're going to cut his head off, grab the taco, and back into your little hut you go. If you're feeling festive, call the police and pin a murder on him. Don't feel bad, he probably spit in your taco.

How does ink come out of pens?

GG

I don't care what you say, it's a good show. I've found myself addicted to the tales of the fast-talking Lorelai and Rory Gilmore.

Spaulding

Driving down on Santa Monica Blvd. on my way home from getting comic books tonight, I passed a street called "Spaulding". Obviously, the first thing that came to mind was Caddyshack. I think I'd like to live on a street called Spaulding, because whenever someone would ask for my address, I'd say "111 Spaulding Ave," but say the "Spaulding" part in the annoyed sort of way that Ted Knight said it in the movie.

Vinnie Van Lowe

First celebrity encounter today, Wet Hot American Summer and The State's own Ken Marino. Very cool guy, and he didn't punch me in the face after quoting WHAS, so he's aces in my book. Apparently I missed The O.C.'s Adam Brody last week, but today's only my first day, and as long as I continue to sit in the chairs by reception reading scripts and look like I have some vauge notion of importance/competence, I'll be set.

Homebody

First day solo in LA today, though I'll probably consider Burbank home now. Bought a couple of things on the way back to the house, got set up, and layed around for a bit watching DVDs trying to relax for the week. This antique sofa isn't very comfortable, I need something I can sprawl out on. Maybe a bean bag, but then again, no real way to get that back on a plane. If only I could float.

Wandered down over to this Kitson's boutique to get a Superman T shirt. It took me 10 minutes to figure out who worked in the store, as it's populated by hipsters that can't even wear a nametag, and when I finally found someone, there was only one shirt left in the wrong size, and I'd have to order it online. Annoying.

Came back home, then walked up and down Melrose for a few hours to get an idea of what's around me. There's a comic book store a few blocks down, but it wasn't that great, hopefully there's one near work. Found a Jamba Juice, I was beginning to think there weren't any here. The girl at the counter looked sad when I said I didn't want a boost with my smoothie.

Slow day in LA today

Not much now, more later when I feel like transcribing it.

LA Day Three

Woke up early with my PSP in my lap still showing SWINGERS on pause (Vegas, baby! Vegas!) . Since there was nothing pressing to do today, rolle dback to sleep until I woke up on my own. THis time change thing is annoying, especially since I'm still wonky from my CORE wakeup/go to sleep schedule. Got a call from Steve who was driving up from Irvine to Santa Barbara, and we met for lunch at In-N-Out Burger, my third time in as many days. He was disapointed that he wasn't taking me for his first time, but we got over it once we ordered. These burgers are phenominal, but now I need to learn this "secret menu" so I can stroll in and order like an old hand. During lunch Steve became privvy to my web of lies (Canadian heritage and 9 toes among others), and sounds interested in joining me to Vegas (baby!) If this pans out, I should have a pretty good entourage come August when I hit the strip. If only I cound convince my grandparents to bump one of their regular Vegas visits to coincide with mine, although vodka, lapdances and geriatrics probably aren't the best mix.

We did some shopping for the house later on. Nick-nacks and what-nots mainly. We finally got dinner at a restaurant that had eluded us since arriving, and it was pretty good, so that was alright. Hit the AMC for week 2 of the summer movie season. Poseidon was good, if not predictable, but better than my low expectations. I scored a free pass to a Zach Braff movie from a man that looked quite homeless, but was probably just uber fasionable. I wish Sartinsky were out here, I'm sure he'd be joining me on Monday night.

LA Day Two

Finding a car, my office, and my house. More later.

LA Day One

Flying in and my first In-N-Out burger. More later.

Carrot Top

This guy both scares me and fascinates me. And if it weren't for his uncanny ability to posess no acting talent, he looks like he'd make a decent Joker.

Also, the finger he's pointing is aimed at you. And when that happens, Carrot Top kills someone you loves and uses their soul as a prop in his act, as the 'Top currently lacks a soul of his own. You see he's not entirely alive, but also not entirely dead. I can't tell you exactly why I know this, but we dated in '93, and he was nuts.