the storm before the storm

Four grown men have just spent the last hour watching a "drinking bird" toy dip repeatedly into a glass. Welcome to work.

I have an amazing capacity, and I’m not at all sure how I manage to do this, to get absolutely nothing done at work. I have 8 or 9 hours here, and I rarely do anything. I used to write full plays at work, but now… no. Maybe it’s because my little group is so wonderfully childish that we’re always talking about inane things, shooting each other with water guns, or watching the toy bird.

By the way, the toy bird is pretty cool.

I’m in hell week. My film shoot begins on Friday. Today is Tuesday. I just had closing weekend of my play. It went quite well with sold out houses. I had a lot more fun this weekend with it. Then I also opened my late night comedy show on Saturday. That was probably our best show in about a year. Good feeling. Strange thing is it was the first time ever I wasn’t drinking backstage. (All of the Film Pigs drink backstage. It’s a tradition.)

Anyway, the rest of the weekend when I wasn’t on stage, I was location scouting. I have a huge list of stuff to get accomplished. I am costumer on this shoot. I am props master. I am transportation. I don’t want to be these things.

Oh, and I got a cell phone. It’s really cool. I’m deeply ashamed.

Obviously I’m scattered. I’ve been on the verge of getting sick for the past 2 days, so I’m a bit paranoid as well.

On M.’s advice I’m leaving work early to go to a movie. Wind down before I wind up for the next week straight. And though being in the whirlwind of production provides much to complain about, I love it.

Wish me luck.

And if anyone has chopsticks, a Beat It jacket, a photo of the girls from Sister Sister, 2 bonsai tress, a pink polo shirt, a soccer ball, an army jacket, or a photo of a Japanese woman, let me know...

This is where I let Larry King take over my body for a few minutes.

Larry is on vacation. He's getting married again.