Morning page again, Ok, I'm up. I'm here. Groggy but clear. Taking a sip of whatever's near. Ready to race, taking a taste. Jumping and Krumping with gumption and grace. Still on some sort of decline from a "REFINE my big behind" weekend. Touring WINE country in the big orange IZZE van, cranking my Klassical Konundrum playlist! Laying low with the Lompocodiles, conquering SOLVANG. Diggin that Dutch disco doo doo... Doing what they do in Santa Babara county, wine tasting, never done that before. Went up to Santa Babara for work on Saturday, worked an event at a Gelsons Supemarket for a few hours, took my girl with me, then we stayed up there and scooted around town for the rest of the day, scooted the entire region for the weekend, lunch on the beach, ate some really nice sized oysters... they refused to serve me any club crackers, tried a Hawaiin beer that I really liked, PRIMO? bounced around on Santa Barara's State street, Headed north up to Lompoc, CA, stopped by THE SHAMROCK in LOMPOC, local dive bar, caught an interestingly bizarre performance by a band called Le Petite Protest, laid to rest at the Holiday Inn Express, where the hallways smelled like Grandpa dropped a duece and let the Lysol loose. Wineries and Vineyards, tasting rooms, I love the way the wine descriptions are written, the flavors and suggestions, the character traits that give each glass a hint of mythology. Honeysuckle, Gunpowder, Sweet barbeque, savory, sinister, sweet and petite. imagine a blend, say, cabernet, beaudacious in lace, then of course, there was my favorite, gumption and grace. Melville, Lincourt, Beckman and back, made dinner and home, trout filet, with a little lump crab stack, and a super sexy salad. Sexy salad just wasnt quite enough. Tasty indeed, but I was too worn out for a weekend recap. Plans to reschedule...
CATCH 3 (Sugar Free) should be called CATCH REDUX. It's a revised edition of the original CATCH episode 1, and now features original music by Jamie Coon ("Crazy") and by Kxll Kxll Kxll ("Damaged").
KILL KILL KILL... or KXLL KXLL KXLL... of K1LL K1LL K1LL>>>
Morning page, Oh morning page, shall I burn some sage, record my rage? I've pulled the drapes. I'm eating grapes, green grapes, the cripsiest grapes Ive ever eaten in my entire life, these grapes are SO crispy that the first one I put in my mouth I had to spit out, i panicked. I thought somehting was terribly wrong. "A green grape cant be THIS firm! THIS crisp! Is this a ceramic grape? Am I eating glass? Wait....wait... i s this bad? is this bad?" I'm all better now and I'm REALLY digging the crispy grapes... firm, cruncy...delicious. Water for tea is over there boiling. I know., I'm not really supposed to multi-taks during morning pages, but as you know, I'm one to bend and break rules, thats juts what I do, and I'm not supposed to be sharing my mrojning pages swith people across the world, nor am I supposed to eat freakishly firm GRAPES while I write my morning pages either, so I'm gonna go over to the stove, take the boiling water off, and pour it into a big 20 ounce mug for my morning tea, one black one green, one chai... and I'm gonna do that now, and you, my brother, my Mom, my 4th grade teacher and anybody else, aint gonna have nothing to say about it, you hear? I've got everything under control... I do... so lets just relax.. and go with it...
Aaaaah, okay, tea is steeping, tea is good, tea keeps me from sleeping, tea gives me wood. whatever, never mind. okay so the heat has broken and I'm SO freakin happy about that. Summer here goes from like July to October... last year it went til November, and its all fine and fun in July, but once football season starts and everyone is pretty much OVER Summer, those 5 days stretches of 90 plus get really annoying. look at that I got up to pour water for tea and I totally lost my train of thought, so what I have to do in that situation is keep trucking along, anything, everything. Dont stop, dont think, write write write write, ooze ON wit ya bad self. Its Panda day for me. I hat Panda day. Panda day SUCKS. Panda day means I have to work TWO IZZE events where I set up a big tent and a table in a Panda Express parking liot somewhere and pur little samplkes for people, but there are never any people. I end up giving samples to like, 3 people when I'm there, and I have to set up the stupid 10x10 tent by myslef, which is doable, buts its realy awkward and difficult with one person. So I'm out in te parking lot, wrestling with this big tent frame and awning, trying to assemble the damn thing by myself, everyone is sitting in the restaurant, watching me, and I look like a doofus, like I dont know what I'm doing, dancing around this big, ungly, lanky metal frame that looks like some big alien spider. I used to have to do the same thing when I worked at 93Q Country in Houston, except I had to set up a big, 15 ft inflatable cow that was wearing a 93Q t-shirt and a cowboy hat. I would be out there in the 100 degree Houston heat dry humping this half inflated cow, trying to get the thing to stand all the way up and stand up straight....boy, THAT was fun.
UGH, strugglin, the jugglin, So I'm sittin here UGGLE-in, I'm at Solar de Cahuenga, had a meeting with Kingsley to discuss an upcoming project and that was fine, productive, now i'm trying to work on this CATCH script that Ive been struggling with for weeks now, Solar is cool, but its not the best spot for writing i have to say, very ditsracting, lots of pretty people sliding through, pimps, hustlers, actresses, Ryan Gosling comes here a lot, i've also see Steve Perry, and that chick that played JUNO, Ellen Paige? there is an old guy sitting on the couch to my left talking to this hot young asian girl. He is trying to teach her the ups and downs of the Film and TV industry. I'm sure he will try to convince her that he would give his best presentation with her IN HIS LAP, in the privacy of his two bedroom apartment, the one that he shares with his army buddy, as in WW II veteran. Still trying to get focused and write, struggling, i just went to break.com and watched a video of some unruly Detroit Lions fan get thrown out of the stadium for getting into it with some other people in the stands. the unruly fan was a CHICK, and they eventuallly had to retsrain her and drag her out in handcuffs, once they subdued her, the entire section was cheering. Ok, back to my writing. im writing here...again...like i did this morning becaue it seemed to help and i'm trying to kickstart my ass, i was going to write "kickstart my heart," but censored myself because I thought that sounded gay, not gay as in GAY, but gay as in corney. I refuse to straight up QUOTE MOTLEY CRUE. I think I AM making some progress though. I am sorting out my thoughts. I sort of know where I'm going, what I'm doing. I have a 2 page scene that I wrote a few months ago that would fit perfectly into what I'm trying to accomplish right now, but that laptop died, and all my data, scripts, music and porn, is all trapped inside the lifeless corpse that was... my first laptop... too much porn will do that to a perfectly good laptop, not that my laptop was perfectly good, it was big bulky, badass, like a big mobile military phone from the Korean War. So that wonderful scene I wrote that would really help get this ball rolling, kick this bus into drive, is pretty much of NO use to me at this point and time. Ok, I'm going to take another crack at this, step back and attack this, give birth in the blackness, imperfect with practice....
Get up, roll out of bed, WRITE, bang, do it, don't think, just start writing, morning pages, let it fly, no judgement, no performnace, whatever is there, whatever comes, dont stop, dont stop, stay in it, scratch your head, scratch your butt, drink your juice, drinking juice, not really juice, coconut water, love coconut water, this one has tangerine in it, its not bad, but i love coconut water by itself so i'm not one of those people that has to mask or fix the taste with some other juice, plain old, natural coconut water is just fine with me, they use it for plasma, its so clean and pure that it can be used for a plasma transfusion, lets hope I never need a plasma transfusion, but of I did, and they had to use coconut water, i would be okay with that, although i would probably request that use not use the tangerine flavor, the fan in the room keep the air moving, keeps me cool, its HOT as hell, but the sound is soothing, especially in my room, when I'm sleeping, it muffles the annoying noises that come from the neighborhood, dogs, car alarms, people digging through the trash and collecting bottles at 5 in the morning, this is like a morning pages exercise, it helps, it works, i should do tis more often, only, you are supposed to write morning pages in complete privacy and never let anyone read them, so you can allow yourself to write uninhibited, so you can allow yourself to express whatever you want, or whatever is inside and needs to come out, you have to allow yourself to write anything and everything, without a second thought, without self-judgment, without the fear of what others may think, and without the notion that you have to please or provide for ayone else. Just write, do it, let it fly, nobody will ever read it, so reach for the sky, or maybe let it drain, let it ooze, let it seep, get down in there, excavate, dig deep, its all about you, and no one else, this is your moment, your time, it helps, it really does, unleash your creativity, that creativity comes from getting out of your own way, be who you are, say what you feel, keep it real, now keep in mind that i'm doing this on my blog so of course anybody and EVERYBODY can see what i'm writing, so this is isnt the most raw exploration of this exercise, but whatever, i havent had as much time to post stuff on my blog, so i figure if im gonna write i might as well write it here, i dont care, i can share, if I start jotting down some crazy sick, dark stuff, i can always retract and not include that in my post, so, yeah, event cancelled today, so yay, free day, not really free, i have tons to do, but i have writing to do most importantly, and this is why i am doing this. I have to have a new draft of CATCH by tomorrow, i've had all week to work on it, but, Ive had a rough week, and besides, i work better with a really tight deadline, a 2 minute offense, like Eli, Go Giants. Eli reminds me of my brother, younger brother, little brother, partly because Eli is a little brother himself. what am I gonna eat for breakfast. I dont really have anything. I have some protein powder, and some coconut water, i even have the natural kind. looks like I will have a tasty down home plasma transfusion for breakfast.... YUM.
In observance of Music Monday, the way they dress to kill in Twitter Ville... please enjoy POP DIGGITY DAMN, numero dos from my POP DIGGITY slam. The stuff I'm bobbing my head to... right now... Yes I am...
Went to see BRONSON at the Silent Theater in West Hollywood on Friday night. It was AWESOME.
Seriously, go see it...
"In 1974, a hot-headed 19 year old named Michael Peterson decided he wanted to make a name for himself and so, with a homemade sawn-off shotgun and a head full of dreams he attempted to rob a post office. Swiftly apprehended and originally sentenced to 7 years in jail, Peterson has subsequently been behind bars for 34 years, 30 of which have been spent in solitary confinement. During that time, Michael Petersen, the boy, faded away and 'Charles Bronson,' his superstar alter ego, took center stage. Inside the mind of Bronson - a scathing indictment of celebrity culture."
Brutal, Beautiful, Edgy and Cool. Tarantino VS Kubrick. Refereed by Guy Ritchie. Coming to an artsy fartsy theater near you.
Please enjoy the latest installment of CATCH, the web series....
"The day you get married is the day DARKNESS falls."
CATCH 2 starring Anne Judson Yager, featuring Cate Beehan and Jodina Scazzola, written and produced by James Huffman, Directed by Shirley Petchprapa, Edited by Casey Christopher.
