Before I forget, my 2nd episode airs tonight at 10pm on ABC. This is the episode I mentioned before
that was written as dramatic but ended up being deemed "not funny" and had to have some surgical editing done on it.
I was able to spend all day at home yesterday working. It's really a nice change of scenery to do that. I wish I could do it more often. If I'm still editing next season, I'm definitely going to take advantage of that situation much more often. I still worked 11 hours, but at least I didn't have to deal with the commute, which always makes me (and Wally) happy.
Completely off topic, if anyone knows how to stop receiving mail from the dreaded Scientologists, please let me know. I took a personality test in Hollywood when I first came to Los Angeles and was young and stupid. Several moves later (often without leaving a forw
arding address) and I'm still getting a few pounds of mail a week. It's always embarrassing when someone has to pick up my mail for me, because I feel compelled to explain the situation so they don't think I'm a nut-job. Here's an odd story. I used to live in this house in Burbank, but had moved twice and was moving into this condo that I live in now. I needed someone to paint the interior before I moved in, and I found a local guy on the internet. I contacted him through the web and he came over to give me an estimate. As fate would have it, the webmaster who built his site happens to live in the same house I lived in in Burbank, and when the query had come through the site, he recognized my name. Why, you ask? Because he had received a bunch of Scientology mail with my name on it. So the painter explains this and then asks, "So, are you a Scientologist?" And I say something like, "Hell no...I just can't get those f-ing psychopaths to stop mailing me things." He doesn't say anything, but has an interesting look on his face, and I instantly realize why. "You're a Scientologist, aren't you?" I ask. He nodded his head. Hopefully, there aren't listening devices installed in my paint.
The song of the day is "Do You Really Want To Hurt Me?" by Culture Club off their 1982 album Kissing To Be Clever. I never minded Culture Club, but I also never particularly liked them. The music was OK, but I always found Boy George to be more creepy than cool. If you grew up in the 80s like me, you probably knew some kid who loved Boy George and dressed like him - usually girls. Most boys knew he was a little off. Nevertheless, a very classic song from the early 80s, and especially, early MTV