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Dont f*** with My Little Pony.

Interviews for Sarah Palin's "Going Rogue"

It's good to know that middle america is out there supporting Palin's literature and can justify why. Oh..wait...

Video Blogging is a real good time.

Looks like I got a computer that doesn't overheat and shut down in my lap every 15 minutes. Time to celebrate! Not lifting up my computer and frantically blowing on it to save it from dying anymore feels so unnatural. And so right. Now that I have proper equipment, 'dis is going be off the chiz-aiiin.

Here's some fun from one of last week's events; a fashion show to benefit the rest of the world, how's that for a change?

Free At Last !

Ahh! Last time I blogged was July 21st? BALLS. It's time I get to it. If anyone is out there, I will be on top of this more! I got caught up, uh, "working". Okay, not really...if you go back to a previous post, I lamented on the fact I sold my Mac on Craigslist.

Cue music : 'It's hard out here for a pimp.'

So I'll go ahead and make it the computer's fault. I managed to get an"interim" from my younger brother (you know you're kicking ass when...) which overheats after roughly 15 minutes of solid internet usage. Alas, a new and shiny Mac is in my future. And mindless rants on a webcam await! And I promise not to go all ijustine on you, and talk just to talk. If you don't know who she is- google, man. And remember that anyone...yes anyone can put web videos up and attract a following because they have boobs.

So, to catch you up on the stories of a starving artist- I think this is a good segway to talk about my most recent "JOB" in the world of entertainment pursuits. As some of you know, and don't know, I got a Real Job. No auditions, no freelance, like I'm in a desk everyday on someone else's watch, job. I liked the idea of making waves in the production world, wearing stilletos to meetings at Morton's, and a paycheck that happily showed up in my hand week to week. So, as the industry slowed I ventured into the corporate world feeling confident, ready for a change of pace and blazers with shoulder pads.

After my second interview with Emilio Ferrari outside his over spacious Hollywood Hills home, I was still a leetle hesistant. He needed an assistant, and clearly a better name, but it seemed promising with talk of big films in production and names being dropped like it was hawt. To give you a better idea of Emilio Ferrari, it's important you get the proper visual.

Think 5'6, mushroom shaped, beady eyes hidden behind shaded glasses (always worn indoors) with a face that resembled a baby turtle, with a Napoleon complex.

See: http://www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com/ for an idea. Here's an idea, more glammed up though....

These are just facts people. Now, put him in a big cold empty home with two large spastic, jumpy, smelly dogs, a talking parrot, two piranhas and a resident rat. And the goldfish if you want to include them, as I was under instruction to feed the piranha 50 of them every Monday/Thursday. Side note: owning piranha in California is illegal, not to mention, incredibly creepy.

Thus, the Stilleto Wearing Powerhouse making deals with EP's over filet mignon was far from the truth of my situation. Emilio's voice would boom down the hall, forcing both his other assistant and myself into fearful action. The entire day would be filled with him raging out to some victim on the end of the phone line, as we would distinguish who it was directed to and how to cope with the aftermath. The energy of the house began to seep into my soul.

I eventually come to find out, Emilio Ferrari, well- wasn't.

His name was in fact made up (gasp), along with his origin of descent/race, friends, and everything else I came to find out. If you're going to make up your name, shouldn't you at least make it sound...well, like it wasn't made up? I suppose the irony of all this was that he was making deals, pushing big numbers around, and had respected people call him. How was this possible? Hello Hollywood: you glamorous facade you.

Into week 4, and suffering yet another pirhana feeding, my boyfriend tells me he is leaving for the most epic music festival in Yosemite National Park. We had agreed I wouldn't be going because of work, but as he was entering land-o-bliss, I realized I had to make this happen. Leaving the office at 6pm after birthing puppies (what? of course it's true), I was in my car by 8pm headed to find one person within 5,000 individuals. With no cell phone service. Go team.

Through his obsessive directions and "front porch lamp" shining bright outside of the tent, I was united him. And so I entered a world of people from all walks, all places jamming out together under the stars to a variety of 800 odd DJs. It was heaven. A lake that glowed blue green was centered next to one of the stages in between the towering trees, while men and women frolicked, jumping off the shores, giggling, skipping along and relaxing in a sea of love......

My fears melted, my heart soared and I felt what it was to LIVE. I couldn't tear myself away from the fun until 8pm that Sunday evening, and a trip that should have taken 6 hours to return to LA, took about 14 hours. Suppose that is what happens after 48 hours of dance and no sleep. A shredded tire, dead battery (twice) and a long nap in the AM/PM parking lot (because I am classy like that), resulted in me barely returning on time for Monday's workday.

(Sophia poor thing, ran over something she didn't like on the highway, and it hurt her tire very badly- see above right, and above center, before I tried to drive home with no sleep or shower to speak of).

So I was running late. Emilio was pissed. Rightfully so. Probably because he would never know the greatness that I experienced and because the piranha were left to have a late lunch. So, to make a long story short: the skies opened up, and I saw my future!! Naw, I'm dramatic, but I realized it wasn't the right fit (duh), and I knew what was all along. Why have I ever questioned my gut instincts? They always turn out right. This is getting very After-School-Special-y.

(nice wheels, maaaan)

So my dear friends, the job is no longer and I am pursuing my own goals, not someone else's. I've never felt better, or been more happy, as the music festival magic opened my eyes. And I'll never feed another goldfish to a Piranha as long as I live so help me God.

(Imagine feeding live goldfish to him. This (was) my life.)

ps- My new Mac is coming TOMORROW. GET ready for insanity web videos. Or just me being bored and putting weird shananigans on my blog for you to watch. Either way, it'll be a good time.

Go forth and be happy!

The Homeless in Los Angeles are Posers

I had a 19 year old who ran away from his suburban home in new Nikes ask me for bus fare last night at the local ARCO gas station. I looked at my busted car, and back at him, and said to him straight in the eye, “You probably have a lot more money than I do,” and continued pumping my gas. He looked at my busted car, missing a license plate and smiled.

He moved closer. I looked up. “Well can you slide me your number?”

Where am I to slide something? I'm not sliding anything on any bacteria infested surface. I ask him how old he is, and he replies, “19."

I ask him if he likes older women, if he can handle them. He nods.

He moves closer, as I see a shiny new ipod stuffed in his pocket. He then confesses, the girl he’s with is around the corner, and he has to use my cell phone to call another girl who he told to meet him at the ARCO gas station, not to. He doesn’t want to be “caught.” Two ladies meet up at the ARCO for one guy. It's bound to get good. I am tempted to stick around and see what these lassies are all about.

You deserve to be caught, I said. And you’re also a whore.

He looks like someone just killed his dog, and asks me if he can pay me a dollar to use my phone. I contemplate, thinking this could be a money making opportunity, and the irony he is now offering me money. I came to, and told him again to stop whoring around. And go back to his mother. She is starting to worry.

This is my life.

So, doing my submissions today, I am innundated by the amount of absurd roles being casted. I'm sitting here reevaluating my very whisp of a career, and wondering:

Do people really go out for this stuff?

The first: A Jack in The Box commercial. And this is the breakdown.

Bowl Haircut People	Jack in the Box	Commercial
scale shoot and residuals $1500 bump for cutting hair / Male or Female / All Ethnicities / 20 - 50 This spot is about misguided Jack in the Box employees who all get their hair cut into "Bowl Haircuts" THEY WILL SHOOT THEM GETTING THE HAIRCUT! Everyone cast MUST BE WILLING TO HAVE THEIR HAIR CUT INTO THIS "BOWL HAIRSTYLE" Please see the reference photo. (Yes, it will be as extreme as the photo.) I am open to men who are balding also... I 1500 bump for the haircut? You couldnt possibly pay me enough to cut my hair for a commercial to that of a twisted lesbian-man-child creation of a haircut. Which, you will most likely be flashed across the frame for a mere micro second. And then what.. you are left to deal with the rest of auditions you actually don't land because of it? My favorite is that they are "open" to take balding men. If you are balding, doesn't that mean you lack hair, so how would one actually cut it, if there is so very little to cut? Or some guy is like, "To hell with it, looks like I'm balding, lets take the rest off into a creepy bowl cut!" Here are a few I also found amusing. The ultimate Woman-Wife! Woman/Wife Lead / Female / All Ethnicities / 25 - 32 / Nudity / Sexual Situations / A fun-loving and beautiful young housewife that loves being married, but also loves doing her "sex and the city" thing on the weekends with her girlfriends. Talk about depth. Good thing those classes got me to dig into emotionally deep places. Oh, and you have to get naked. Is this what men think woman are like? We just do our "sex in the city" thing on the weekend? What does that even mean: We drink cosmos and devuldge our rhetorical men rants over a sex column and buy Vogue instead of dinner? And my favorite: A leetle ex girlfriend to a ....clown? Huh? Pays 150! Hop on it!! The excessive exclamation marks lead me to think it is less credible. That, or ah, just the breakdown itself: Little Person Other / Female / All Ethnicities / 18 - 28 In need of a little person NO TALLER THAN 4'6" to play an exgirlfriend to a clown on a hidden camera show for MTV!!! HALF DAYS WORK!!!!!! $150 CASH!!!!!! Very quick only a couple hours!!!! Sweet. This is my life.

The Show.

Hello Webasphere Interspace!

It's been a day. Or a couple of months to be precise. Sorry about the lapse, to my 10 readers...I know. You have been craving stories of scandal and I have been lacking!

I have found myself in the most quaint coffee shop in the city, complete with the sound of trickling water over the stone elephant carving to my left sipping my shot of espresso. Charles Mingus' jazz notes resonate in my headphones. To my right, two men clad in plaid and black rimmed glasses pitch ideas for their next screenplay. Something to do with selling G.I Joes on

Ebay.

Nothing says update your blog more than this moment. I'm in the zone, man.

Very exciting things to report:

The first is my new radio show, The Art of Living Magazine. I am hosting with the fabulous and ever-so-sassy Olivia Wilder, http://www.blogtalkradio.com/olivia.

If you look to the right of this here blog, you will see a player in which you can listen from. Last night we debuted the show. Olivia told me I needed to invest in a proper headset, and learn about Skype. So I run to Best Buy, come home, pour myself a glass of cab, and sit down to do our show via the lamest 1990 headset I've ever seen. Next thing I know I'm hearing two versions, one delayed, and trying to carry on a conversation and sound like I'm not sweating. Not a technial wizard. I need help. After that got worked out, I was pleased with the contributors we have on board and the show, plainly put, just kicked some ass.

To elaborate, every week we will have a different "umbrella" topic. Say fashion/interior design, the next wine, the next food/chefs. We will have regular contributors dishing every week. Here's a lil' info bout each:

Jeff Siegel: "The Wine Curmudgeon." Jeff will phone in and tell about what he will be talking about on upcoming shows, namely good wine values. http://www.winecurmudgeon.com/my_weblog/ THIS SITE IS GREAT FOR ANYONE LOOKING FOR GOOD WINE BUYS.

Jody Green: Jody is the Editorial Director of www.satellite-magonline.com, with many years experience in style, fashion, decor, and more. http://www.satellite-magonline.com

Adam Gertler: Adam is the affable host of Food network's "Will Work For Food," and former semi-finalist on "The Next Food Network Star" You will love his gregarious, fun manner, and his culinary skills. Adam will join us on June 28th, sharing his adventures and finds in Cuba, where he will be this week.http://www.adamgertler.com

Jen Kober: Jen is a hilarious comedienne from Louisianna, who loves to cook, eat, and make us laugh. She will be giving us mouth-watering reports from the road. http://www.jenkober.com

Rick Bakas: Rick created and managed brands for 8 years for Nike, transitioned into the wine business, where he has been working in sales and marketing since 2003. He will be talking about wine/food pairings, and more. http://www.rickbakas.com

Andrea Schroder: Andrea is the lovely and talented contestant from Bravo's "Top Design," season 2, where she made it through 8 weeks of competing among a field of 13 top designers. She will be talking home design, decor, style, and more. http://www.andreadschroder.com

Scott Huver and/or Margi Blash: Scott works as a freelance writer-reporter with various entertainment magazines and websites, primarily People Magazine. Other regular clients include TV Guide, Los Angeles Confidential, Giant Magazine, Hollywood.com, Fandango.com and ComingSoon.net. Scott will be contributing in the field of Entertainment, and has no website.

Margi Blash: Margi is the go-to reporter for smart, stylish and spunky coverage - from star-studded red carpets, celebrity sit-downs, the latest fashions and lifestyle trends, adventurous getaways, water-cooler topical issues to simply making your way in the world. http://www.margiblash.com

Stacy Small: Elite Travel International: Stacy specializes in high-end travel. Her company is run by a new generation of luxury travel consultants who specialize in evaluating, personalizing, and planning client's travel experiences based on their own personal knowledge and understanding of luxury travel.http://www.elitetravelinternational.com

Whew. So , I'll be the one willing to take these ideas and live it up for the adventure and report back to you. Now, more importantly, lets find a way to get into this picture: