Airport Bloggin’: Long Beach Nights

Del;ayed in Long Beach, CA. One of those hurry up and waits…I took a brief nappy-poo in the afternoon, not too much to do on my last day in lala-land. Flight was 7:30. Woke up from that little nap at, whooo, 5:15. Now, I don’t know how familiar you might be with the traffic patterns during rush hour in the greater Los Angeles area. They are, shall we say, sluggish?

Anyway, so it took an hour to get down to Long Beach, had to refill the tank, etc. And so when I pulled up, I was about fifty minutes before my flight time.

This is getting dull, sorry. Not so interesting. Short cut. Wanted to have dinner, no time. Left restaurant. Flight delayed. Return to restaurant. Eat mediocre corned beef. Return to terminal and here I am. Waiting for this flight, which when I booked it, seemed to be direct, but now, somehow, is through Salt Lake City. Not that I don’t like Utah. I like Utah just fine. Anyway, you get it.

So it was an interesting couple of weeks in LA. I rented a place off Sunset in Hollywood, and got there to discover, that my new room had, hey, no wall. It had a skateboard ramp (or two) and a piece of plywood. Not good. Little detail escaped the dude from whom I rented it. Took the better part of the whole time I was in LA to find a wall guy, and get said wall guy to put up the wall. He kept doing it in pieces. Its finally up, though, so I am thankful for having what I should have had the whole time. At least the rent is cheap.

We also had a dead rat smell in the place, which arrived shorly after I did. Another lovely addition. Turned out, though, that the dead rat smell was being caused by a dead rat, which had picked the stove burner as his final resting place. I was happy I hadn’t used the stove since I’d been there. Not with Quizno’s and Carl’s across the street.

Work was OK. Sporadically busy and not. I can pretty much do what I do most of the time, from anywhere. There is wireless in the place. And its self contained.

I guess I really haven’t described what the dwelling is. I live in a two bedroom bungalow behind a big main house. I share it with a music vid director named Mike. It has a kitchen, a bathroom, both pretty grungy, and the two rooms. Mike’s room still doesn’t have a wall, it has its own makeshift arrangement. Not my problem.

The bungalow is one of three buildings on the property, including the main house, and a third building that has a bunch of storage rooms and seems to be a general waste of space. There is a patio, a BBQ grill and everything is fairly shabby. I did some cleaning while I was there, but in all likelihood, it will be similarly shabby by the time I get back to LA in thee next month or so. But it’s a good location, the room is fine, now, and its got parking and is definitely livable. And cheap, did I mention cheap.

So much for the glamour of being bicoastal, skateboard ramps and rats in the kitchen (and I do care).

Digger was announced, hit JoBlo and DreadCentral, which are two big horror blogs that get tons of traffic. That’s cool, and great for John Gallagher, who will direct, and our young writer, Stephen Lancellotti. Stephen, despite his youth, has had a good career already in the entertainment biz, which includes stints at Dreamworks and other big production companies, and working as an assistant and a story editor for Jean Domanian, who was Woody Allen’s producer before she produced for David Mamet. I think (we all do) that he wrote a great script, and we’re very excited about making it.

Speaking of horror, Slaughter is picking up speed as well. A respected horror director who shall remain nameless has offered his services. We’re still figuring things out, but we should have a director aboard in the next few days after the weekend. It’ll be great after all this looking and waiting and wanting.

I am on the flight now. Flying. It’s a phobia. A necessary evil. I need Xanax or something stronger when I fly, cause relaxation techniques aint cutting it no more. I serious think that the plane engines just turned off for like two minutes, a bit ago. No hum, nothing, like we were gliding. And when the altitude showed on the screen, we were lower than we had been minuted before. During takeoff. I admit I have this phobia, but that cant be normal. Can it? Why am I asking you?

Middle seats suck.

Otherwise, that’s mostly it. I am headed back bccause Valerie will be in town and I have much to get ready for the NYC PictureStart Film Festival. I also have a movie, Take The Bridge, in the Tribeca Film Festival, one I worked on years ago. I’d almost given up hope that it would see the light of day, as it hasn’t got any name actors – they are all newcomers. But its in Tribeca, and its getting some press now. I’ll be seeing this cut of it for the first time tomorrow nite. Come out and see it if you are in NYC. I am not going to swear by its quality because I haven’t seen the finished product, but really, what else do you have going on. Exactly.

See ya there.

Grumpy.