Take out your hankies, cuddle up with your cat and a bottle of Nightrain, and slide off your Underoos, kids, because it's time once again for another edition of Stee Takes A Look At The Trades.
Big Ray Payday: $40 Million. Ray Romano is closing in on a $40 million-plus contract that will ultimately pay him roughly $800,000 per episode to continue with the CBS comedy for two more seasons. In a related story, the actually funny comedian Zach Galifinakis found a place on Sunset where he can buy tube socks for three bucks a package.
Stone, Zoo Differ on Dragon Tales. While Sharon Stone claims her husband, San Francisco Chronicle editor Phil Bronstein, bravely fended off the attack by a Komodo Dragon last week, zookeepers claim Bronstein just stood there turning white while Sharon Stone was making phone calls to relatives during the attack, and a zookeeper had to get the dragon off Bronstein. You know, who really cares what happened, but I wouldn't be surprised if the struggling Stone had her PR people pay the dragon off in live chickens or whatever to attack her husband.
Paul McCartney declares his love - for vegetables. McCartney, 59, who is ready to hit the road again for the first time in eight years, says being vegetarian for the past quarter of a century has kept him going strong. Unfortunately, it killed wife Linda.
"Michael Jackson, still marketable?" wonders music industry. No.
...just to update you all. My pitch has not yet sold. I finished another script. I went swimming in the ocean the other day and fucked up my foot but had a blast. I'm going away for the week of the 4th. And for now, knock on wood, the garbage situation seems to have evened itself out. Whew.
And here's more of my age-12 journal:
Went to school. We had a science fair in different classrooms. I know that Sarah likes me now. She got me the shirt today.
After school had the piano recital. I did OK. Played with Sam a little.
It's 10:12 and I'm watching the Olympics. KITS is playing "Running With The Night" by Lional Richie.
Over weekend I slept over at Mike's and then Sam slept at my house.
I still really like Sarah and also Tanya. I think Sarah has a boyfriend but I'm gonna keep on because I know she likes me.
It's 11:06. I just watched the Olympics and KITS is playing "Girl I Love You."
He's a fine figure of a man and handsome too.
With his eyes upon the secret places he'd like to undo.
Still he knows who knows who and where and how.
And I hope you're happy now.
He's got all the things you need and some that you will never.
But you make him sound like frozen food, his love will last forever.
Still he know what you want and what you don't allow.
And I hope you're happy now.
I hope that you're happy now like you're supposed to be.
And I know that this will hurt you more than it hurts me.
He's acting innocent and proud still you know what he's after.
Like a matador with his pork sword, while we all die of laughter.
In his turquoise pajamas and motorcycle hat.
I hope you're happy now because you'll soon put pay to that.
I knew then what I know now I never loved you anyhow.
And I hope you're happy now... speaking of which. I'm a fine figure of a man, and handsome too, I think. I've been, you know, told, as they say. And I'm healthy now. I'm clean. I mean, as clean as possible, you know. Anyway, the recent deaths of Carroll O'Connor and John Lee Hooker are freaking me out. You know, these things always come in threes and I'm afraid I'm going to be next. I even threw away a whole bag of... wheat grass... I had bought the night before behind a 7-11 in Baldwin Park. But I stopped freaking out about an hour ago when I discovered that Barbara Eden's son was found dead in his car. I mean, the kid was not a celeb or anything, but I figure that'll count for the third, right? Let's hope so because this new wheat grass my agent got for me is the fucking shit.