Back Pain

I threw my back out a few days ago doing yoga. I wasn't even in an advanced pose, but all it took was a split second. Now I'm spening much of my time taking care of my aching back. I couldn't even meet a friend from San Francisco who was visiting LA this weekend. Not good...

Heatwave

It was 102 degrees yesterday in North Hollywood. Today it was 104 degrees. I'm afraid to find out how hot it'll be tomorrow. I sure miss that cool San Francisco fog in the late summer afternoon. I must get out of the valley right after the audition tomorrow.

Bitterness

I found a little coffee house (actually a coffee stand with outdoor tables in front) this morning in NoHo called Independent Coffee. It seemed like a welcome discovery in the land of Starbucks and the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf. Although I like Cafe Aroma, another independently owned cafe in the valley, I often get annoyed there by idiot script writers pitching their ideas loudly to producers so everyone else can hear how amazing they are. So I ordered a latte and grabbed a table. I looked around and said to myself "here's my new refuge in the valley." Then I took one sip and...wow...this coffee is...terrible. So damn bitter. I poured some sugar in then it became tolerable. I want to support independent cafes, but the latte tastes like warm milk in a dirty ashtray. I'll be ordering tea next time. I'm looking around and I hear writers pitching their ideas loudly here too, except they are younger than the forty something crowd at Cafe Aroma. I shook my head. Then I heard Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" coming from the sound system and I felt better.

Anchor Steam

Glamfish, Folk Star and I treated ourselves to some cold Anchor Steam Beer from San Francisco after washing the thick layer of dirt/grime off my car today. It was the first time they tried the beer and they loved it. To me the beer was just what I needed to cure my San Francisco blues.

Still On?

2:30 pm, Warner Brothers Studio. I was sitting in the sofa waiting for the director's assistant to come out of the office. To my right is a Russian porn actress in an ultra mini skirt with no underwear, talking on the cellphone while smacking gum between her lipstick stained teeth. To my left is a fatso with a child molester mustache, breathing heavy while his folded arms are resting on his beer gut. I was called in for a possible bit part in the TV show "ER". I thought the show was not on anymore.

As I was walking back to my car I ran into a group of visitors on a guided tour. They looked at me like "Wait, is he...no that's not him" I wonder who I reminded them of? Having spent so much time in San Francisco past few weeks, it seems strange to find myself back in LA.

David Caruso

I got a call this morning to replace a background actor who failed to show up on the set. Normally I would've declined, but the show happened to be CSI:Miami. Like many of you out there I am a big fan of David Caruso's "acting". I was brimming with expectations when I stepped onto the set. He didn't disappoint me. What you see on TV is only a fraction of David Caruso's "brilliance". It was my Hollywood dream come true. You can check out the site below to get an idea of what I'm talking about. (Highlight/select, copy and paste...you know the drill.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sarYH0z948

It's addictive.