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Itchy Fingers

I’m lying in my new, unfurnished studio on the miracle mile, elbows on the carpet, wrists going numb. The room smells like paint and scented candles. Tomorrow morning, I’ll see just how bright it gets in here with the blinds cracked; I’m sleeping here, on the floor.

Yesterday night, Jim and I went to MadTV and hung out backstage. It was thrilling - the name Boom gets nods of recognition. It’s like the codeword of a comedy-mafia. I ate Chocolate cake, checked out Jordan’s shoes (Bobby Lee had bought him the same sneakers I grabbed before I went to Tokyo), cheered on Nicole Parker, giggled with Ike … and tried not to gawk at Weird Al Yankovic, who was standing beside us.

After, Jim and I went to Westwood and watched “Fucking Hacks,” the latest irreverent Ultimate Improv show. My favorite self-aware move during the play-right format was when Simon announced in-scene, “I have a reveal,” after getting a get. Otherwise, it was Will all the way — that boy remains one of my favorite improvisors in the world.

I just realized that he reads this. Hmm. Well, hell, I’ll keep it in.

Jim and I have received confirmation on our show; it goes up the 4th of November (and the following two tuesdays) at Improv Olympic. Please god, come see it. And bring an Agent, because I’m broke.

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iPod Video announced yesterday.

iTunes begins selling TV shows this November.

ABC shows available, day-after-airing, for 1.99.

Lost. Commercial-free, guilt free, on my computer. Permanently.

Heh

So, almost three years after being told about it, I have finally watched The Office.

It is perfect. Romantic, funny, painful and honest, the world of The Office is completely, recognizably human. I would have to add that never before has a show made for such an excellent social litmus test; if you don’t like The Office, then I Hate You. I don’t believe I could find any common ground with someone who didn’t understand it - someone who mocked The Office, or was bored by it, wouldn’t be worth investigating. I could, without fear of regret, write them off.

I suggest everyone on earth watch it. To paraphrase a friend, I wouldn’t show Anime to just anyone. One of my closest friends has no interest in Anime, and I respect and understand that. Anime is more personally me. But The Office is Everyone. Or at least, everyone that I can hope to understand.

Of Apartments and Moving.

Today, at 8:00am, I rolled off the floor and headed out to look at a new apartment. It has everything; a fantastic, friendly landlord (who says, “Paint everything, put up whatever decorations you want - if you get it, you can make it fabulous”), a perfect location (in-between a park and an Art Museum, and kiddie-cornered to a 24 hour grocery), and AC/Heat All Utilites Included. It’s a great, cheap price, and I was the first applicant. If all goes well, it’s mine on Wednesday. And then I get a Job.

I really love Los Angeles. Amsterdam was certainly a remarkable experience, but once you’re away, it’s hard to keep the tethers intact. The atmosphere, the memories slip out of your brain like oiled satin in your fingers. In fact, driving my car up Fairfax feels like … I never went anywhere. It’s disconcerting and a little bit sad. But only for a bit. Then I tour the comic book stores and smile at cute girls and think, “Amsterwhat?” Ha. See, I put a what at the end of Amsterdam to make for a little word play.

Wow. I’m tired.

Hey!

I’m in Green River, Utah.
666 Miles from Los Angeles. And I’m going to sleep.
Be there in about 18 hours …

On the Road to Find Out

It’s 10:22 am and I’m on the other side of Omaha, heading back to Los Angeles in my trusty grey car.

The sky is pinched with clouds, but I can see nearly to Vietnam from my hotel window.