This is the new start. I haven't been doing what I said I would. I meant to be sharing my adventure as I trucked on from obscurity to being produced. Notice I didn't say famous. I don't think that's what I'm after. i don't' care if people follow me or believe what I believe but I'm not here to lead a revolution. I can only represent what I believe in and if that's what you believe in, more power to you but I'm not here to spout rhetorical stories or beliefs. I'm whole emphasis is on thinking for yourself and if what I write does that for you, awesome. If not, oh well. That's for you to decide. It's the audience that has the power in these situations. I can only show you how I feel and it's for the audience to decide if that's how you feel.
This is my n-teenth uptempth to start something. To begin something. I'm just a guy trying to be a horror writer / director. Hopefully one day I'll say I'm one.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I'm back!
After multiple prodding, poking and generalized death threats from an mysterious source... lets just call her, "Heather". I will attempt to make good with the promises I have typed in the title box... I have promised chronic ramblings and so far, they haven't been chronic nor very rambly (Yes, I can make up words... aren't you jealous?). So with no further adieu, I'm going to use this post to catch up.
I officially moved into my apartment, May 23rd 2008. In a matter of days, I will have been out here 4 months... I can't believe it. It doesn't feel like that long has passed but the calendar tells me different.
I'm currently a production assistant for Clean House on Style. Various photos can be seen on my facebook and mySpace from all the awesome crew members of the show. The first thing I worked on besides Clean House was a male makeover pilot called, "Dude, Where's your style?" Which should be premiering this fall sometime on Style.
Now, let me set a few things up. Style's primary audience is 18-45 year old females. Very gender specific. Why are they making a MALE makeover show? Very simple. It's not really about the transformation the male undergoes and how he feels about it himself. That's a portion of the show but the real idea is showing how to make your man take care of himself. That's the audience, females. It's about turning your not-so chic guy into a well groomed man so he is an amazing accessory for the girlfriend to show around because he is a direct reflection of her and the relationship. I really don't have a huge problem with this but at points it felt like it was bashing the guy for just wanting to wear sandals with a t-shirt and cargo shorts... MY wardrobe. I do dress up and I'm sure this guy did but I guess that combination is undesirable in public.
The next thing I worked on was a music video for polish popsynth star, Ramona Rey. Supposedly, she's big in Poland. That shoot was super fun. It was shot in a warehouse in downtown LA. It involved lots a hot chicks and half nude guys dancing around Ramona, all while they were colored with black light paint tribal symbols. Of course at the end, she makes out with one of the guys and one of the girls, but none of the other dancers knew this so it was pretty hilarious watching their reactions. I was on set for that from 11am on a Saturday until 6am Sunday. Almost 20 hours, but it was worth it.
After the polish music video, one of my contacts from the pilot managed to get me on a promo for the MTV VMAs. It was for a show called FN MTV (Friday Night MTV) which Pete Wentz hosts. I guess on a normal basis, Pete interviews all these bands and singers and they do a set. I was estatic to work on that one. I got the opportunity to work on the Paramount Studios lot. I watched them build all the sets for the music video acts like Pink, Jonas Brothers, and Kanye. I met Pete Wentz and saw his wife, Ashley Simpson. Pete was doing different interviews with Tokio Hotel, Mr. Brant, and T.I. . It was all very cool. Also, happened to have seen Eddie Murphy's brother and Jamie Foxx being driven in a golf cart on the lot and Christian Slater going crazy over finding a bathroom. I almost hit him with my golf cart...
This last Thursday was an amazing day as well. It was officially the 100th episode party for Clean House. They decided to blow 30,000 on a party up in a 10 million dollar mansion up in the Hollywood Hills! It was my first red carpet party.
The night started off with me and my roommate driving down Sunset Blvd in West Hollywood... trying to find this parking place in the invite. My GPS gets me to the address but all that's around there is a parking garage so I'm already confused (The invite said that there were going to be signs for Clean House posted... which turned out to be a guy with a 8 x 11 piece of paper inside the garage hmph.) Anyway, after calling a fellow PA from Clean House, she informed me about the parking situation. I park and a couple minutes later, I'm on the curb with others from the crew awaiting shuttle service. Yup, there isn't enough parking up in the Hills so they had these brand new, fully loaded black Lincoln Continentals picking us up and driving up to the mansion. It took about 10 minutes without traffic to get there.
I exit the car and start walking up this drive way. I notice that we are overlooking the side of the Hills so I stop and take a gander....
Wow! Breathless. Wordless. It was that I could see all of LA. Thousands of lights dotting the landscape. I could make out about 4 planes in 2 mile increments on their way to LAX. I move further up the drive way to the entrance of the mansion.
A red carpet with guard rails leads me to the doorman holding a list. My name isn't on it because I didn't RSVP because I didn't recieve an invite in time because my name was spelled Stern instead of Stein in the email address... ya. Anways, get in and it's amazing. Cathedral ceilings, modern art work. I'm greeted by a girl who asks me if I want some champagne. Of course ;)
The night turns into a mingle fest and I hang out with all the crew and producers from Clean House. Waiters walk around with platters of cocaine... no, just kidding ;) Shrimp, chicken skewers and various deserts. Deliousoso! It's an open bar so I beeline that to drink some Coronas. Everyone is dressed fancy. Old prom dresses, dress shirts and slacks... classy jeans and button ups. People talk from the balcony above. Others gather around the pool that over looks LA. I see all the hosts hanging out. Niecy Nash came to visit and had her show down with Lisa. The host that's been taking over which she is working on her series that got picked up. A grip friend informed me that Paris Hilton was there earlier and that he has a few minutes to talk to her. Said his head was doing backflips. Sweet! Ultimately, it was an amazing night.
Want to thank my friend, Gina for taking all the photos you see. This is a picture of me and her at the party.
I am going to try to stay on top of the blog. Until next time, have fun.
I officially moved into my apartment, May 23rd 2008. In a matter of days, I will have been out here 4 months... I can't believe it. It doesn't feel like that long has passed but the calendar tells me different.
I'm currently a production assistant for Clean House on Style. Various photos can be seen on my facebook and mySpace from all the awesome crew members of the show. The first thing I worked on besides Clean House was a male makeover pilot called, "Dude, Where's your style?" Which should be premiering this fall sometime on Style.
Now, let me set a few things up. Style's primary audience is 18-45 year old females. Very gender specific. Why are they making a MALE makeover show? Very simple. It's not really about the transformation the male undergoes and how he feels about it himself. That's a portion of the show but the real idea is showing how to make your man take care of himself. That's the audience, females. It's about turning your not-so chic guy into a well groomed man so he is an amazing accessory for the girlfriend to show around because he is a direct reflection of her and the relationship. I really don't have a huge problem with this but at points it felt like it was bashing the guy for just wanting to wear sandals with a t-shirt and cargo shorts... MY wardrobe. I do dress up and I'm sure this guy did but I guess that combination is undesirable in public.
The next thing I worked on was a music video for polish popsynth star, Ramona Rey. Supposedly, she's big in Poland. That shoot was super fun. It was shot in a warehouse in downtown LA. It involved lots a hot chicks and half nude guys dancing around Ramona, all while they were colored with black light paint tribal symbols. Of course at the end, she makes out with one of the guys and one of the girls, but none of the other dancers knew this so it was pretty hilarious watching their reactions. I was on set for that from 11am on a Saturday until 6am Sunday. Almost 20 hours, but it was worth it.
After the polish music video, one of my contacts from the pilot managed to get me on a promo for the MTV VMAs. It was for a show called FN MTV (Friday Night MTV) which Pete Wentz hosts. I guess on a normal basis, Pete interviews all these bands and singers and they do a set. I was estatic to work on that one. I got the opportunity to work on the Paramount Studios lot. I watched them build all the sets for the music video acts like Pink, Jonas Brothers, and Kanye. I met Pete Wentz and saw his wife, Ashley Simpson. Pete was doing different interviews with Tokio Hotel, Mr. Brant, and T.I. . It was all very cool. Also, happened to have seen Eddie Murphy's brother and Jamie Foxx being driven in a golf cart on the lot and Christian Slater going crazy over finding a bathroom. I almost hit him with my golf cart...
This last Thursday was an amazing day as well. It was officially the 100th episode party for Clean House. They decided to blow 30,000 on a party up in a 10 million dollar mansion up in the Hollywood Hills! It was my first red carpet party.
The night started off with me and my roommate driving down Sunset Blvd in West Hollywood... trying to find this parking place in the invite. My GPS gets me to the address but all that's around there is a parking garage so I'm already confused (The invite said that there were going to be signs for Clean House posted... which turned out to be a guy with a 8 x 11 piece of paper inside the garage hmph.) Anyway, after calling a fellow PA from Clean House, she informed me about the parking situation. I park and a couple minutes later, I'm on the curb with others from the crew awaiting shuttle service. Yup, there isn't enough parking up in the Hills so they had these brand new, fully loaded black Lincoln Continentals picking us up and driving up to the mansion. It took about 10 minutes without traffic to get there.
I exit the car and start walking up this drive way. I notice that we are overlooking the side of the Hills so I stop and take a gander....
Wow! Breathless. Wordless. It was that I could see all of LA. Thousands of lights dotting the landscape. I could make out about 4 planes in 2 mile increments on their way to LAX. I move further up the drive way to the entrance of the mansion.
A red carpet with guard rails leads me to the doorman holding a list. My name isn't on it because I didn't RSVP because I didn't recieve an invite in time because my name was spelled Stern instead of Stein in the email address... ya. Anways, get in and it's amazing. Cathedral ceilings, modern art work. I'm greeted by a girl who asks me if I want some champagne. Of course ;)
The night turns into a mingle fest and I hang out with all the crew and producers from Clean House. Waiters walk around with platters of cocaine... no, just kidding ;) Shrimp, chicken skewers and various deserts. Deliousoso! It's an open bar so I beeline that to drink some Coronas. Everyone is dressed fancy. Old prom dresses, dress shirts and slacks... classy jeans and button ups. People talk from the balcony above. Others gather around the pool that over looks LA. I see all the hosts hanging out. Niecy Nash came to visit and had her show down with Lisa. The host that's been taking over which she is working on her series that got picked up. A grip friend informed me that Paris Hilton was there earlier and that he has a few minutes to talk to her. Said his head was doing backflips. Sweet! Ultimately, it was an amazing night.
Want to thank my friend, Gina for taking all the photos you see. This is a picture of me and her at the party.I am going to try to stay on top of the blog. Until next time, have fun.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Partay!
Wakka! Wakka! Wakka!
One of my LA friends from back home (does that make sense?) invited me to her friend's birthday party! Woot! Woot! First LA party!
So, we're going to be going down to Coda. We'll see that goes. I've done some reading and it looks to be designed after New York type clubs or something... where it's cool not to have advertisements, entrance signs, and you have to take a walk down a long dark alley.
Other than that. Today, has been the same old stuff. Job hunting for the mass majority of the day, writing, reading screenwriting blogs... Oh yesterday night I watched House of 1000 Corpses and The Thing from the private collection ;)
Both very good.
One of my LA friends from back home (does that make sense?) invited me to her friend's birthday party! Woot! Woot! First LA party!
So, we're going to be going down to Coda. We'll see that goes. I've done some reading and it looks to be designed after New York type clubs or something... where it's cool not to have advertisements, entrance signs, and you have to take a walk down a long dark alley.
Other than that. Today, has been the same old stuff. Job hunting for the mass majority of the day, writing, reading screenwriting blogs... Oh yesterday night I watched House of 1000 Corpses and The Thing from the private collection ;)
Both very good.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Thoughts
So, these thoughts snuggle in my shadow
I try to hold them back but sometimes they like to wander
And some thoughts they seem to linger.
These ones tend to be hungrier and their strides slow and limber.
My fears inside spot and dot their hide
Shapeless forms that radiate love from their eyes
It lights their way as they crawl throughout my mind.
Gathering other thoughts that think inside
And sometimes they creep instead of crawl into crevasses so small
That you wouldn’t even know if something was there at all.
But in the darkness, they shrivel in size
They’re becoming faint memories lost in time
Those thoughts sneak and slither down
They pile into my chest and circle round
Stalking my heart that begins to pound
These thoughts their stomachs grumble loud.
Bright red and alive… the heart just lies
As those thoughts take one step at a time
Flashes of those eyes…
Deep Blues like of oceans or sky.
They begin to scream!
They scream when they feed!
Shrieking sounds are terrifyingly loud indeed
They pucker their lips and press them againstSuck in the love that’s held in my chest
They lick their lips, lap up love tastiness
The full bodied flavor of our last kiss
Then the color, it slowly drains…
As the bright red loses ground to grey
The thoughts are full and scamper away
They leave the pain of the thoughts of that day
See there’s nothing I can do when I think of those blues
Just wish that those thoughts were finally through
But they never stop these thoughts continue
Oh, there’s nothing I can do… when I see those blues.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
To howl or not to howl!
It's been a pretty substantial day. I'm continuing on the almighty job search but alas no call backs. I did get a wrong number for some guy called Julio... I told him to look for his bud down at the schoolyard... but I don't think he got it.
Now, the hundred dollar question! It's getting late here... It's Wednesday. What is a jobless man to do?
Well, last week, my sister and I stumbled into a bar on the Universal CityWalk called Howl at the Moon and it was freakin' 80s night. How sweet! So, we were just chillin', listening to the house band and a few retro bands. It was the coolest thing ever to me. That solidified that I loved it out here. Not only did some old band guys from bands like White Lion, The Knack, and Gun N Roses just hang out and jam... but Mr. Belding was lurking about!
So, to go or not to go! I don't think I have anyone to go with. But I'm bored and I think if I stay in I might go crazy!
But I feel like I should focus on sending out more job apps and writing. You know the serious stuff.
Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm.
Well, miss you everyone from back home! Looks like I got to put on my thinking cap.
Now, the hundred dollar question! It's getting late here... It's Wednesday. What is a jobless man to do?
Well, last week, my sister and I stumbled into a bar on the Universal CityWalk called Howl at the Moon and it was freakin' 80s night. How sweet! So, we were just chillin', listening to the house band and a few retro bands. It was the coolest thing ever to me. That solidified that I loved it out here. Not only did some old band guys from bands like White Lion, The Knack, and Gun N Roses just hang out and jam... but Mr. Belding was lurking about!
So, to go or not to go! I don't think I have anyone to go with. But I'm bored and I think if I stay in I might go crazy!
But I feel like I should focus on sending out more job apps and writing. You know the serious stuff.
Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm.
Well, miss you everyone from back home! Looks like I got to put on my thinking cap.
Dear Lord... my first post.
Well, I've finally done it. I've broken down... I created a blog. Many people would just be like, "About time, you decided to join the digital age"
I would like to think that some proverbial, "stranger with candy" walked up to me and tried to con me... "Hey buddy... you know you wanna try blogging. Everyone is doing it. C'mon... One post never hurt anybody."
So... here I am. First post. First blog. I guess I'll start off with a little about what this blog is and who am I.
After reading dozens of other blogs out there from aspiring screenwriters, professional screenwriters and every other person involved with the Hollywood biz, I decided to add my two cents to the situation. Hopefully, helping others see how I got to where I am now to where I hope to be. Oh, and this should keep me insane... I mean sane with somewhere to write a perspective on these and thoughts. This brings me to...
Saran wrapped for your protection!
Who I am. My name is Chris and I just moved to Los Angeles from Michigan about a week and a half ago. I'm sharing a nice apartment with my friend up in the San Fernado Valley. I think it's a good starting point. I got a six month lease so when I find a job I can move closer to that.
I'm an aspiring writer that hopes one day that he will be able to add a slash director to the title.
(Read like Strong Bad)
So, buckle down and join me on this treacherous journey as Chris battles his way into the world of Hollywood. Can he survive the fierce competition? Will he ever find a job that he loves? When will he be able to eat anything besides Romen Noodles and Spaghetti?
Stay tuned... or else something bad might happen. No I'm serious. You might miss something... Fine. Go. Ya, I don't need you. Oh really? That's interesting because that's what your girlfriend said... whatever.... Oh the rubber glue thing... cute. Go play with your fourth grade friends... Ya, well don't ever let it happen again. You know I'm sensitive. Oh it's alright.... You know how I feel. Okay... I love you... Okay Okay... I love you! Jeeze. Get outta here.
I would like to think that some proverbial, "stranger with candy" walked up to me and tried to con me... "Hey buddy... you know you wanna try blogging. Everyone is doing it. C'mon... One post never hurt anybody."
So... here I am. First post. First blog. I guess I'll start off with a little about what this blog is and who am I.
After reading dozens of other blogs out there from aspiring screenwriters, professional screenwriters and every other person involved with the Hollywood biz, I decided to add my two cents to the situation. Hopefully, helping others see how I got to where I am now to where I hope to be. Oh, and this should keep me insane... I mean sane with somewhere to write a perspective on these and thoughts. This brings me to...
Saran wrapped for your protection!Who I am. My name is Chris and I just moved to Los Angeles from Michigan about a week and a half ago. I'm sharing a nice apartment with my friend up in the San Fernado Valley. I think it's a good starting point. I got a six month lease so when I find a job I can move closer to that.
I'm an aspiring writer that hopes one day that he will be able to add a slash director to the title.
(Read like Strong Bad)
So, buckle down and join me on this treacherous journey as Chris battles his way into the world of Hollywood. Can he survive the fierce competition? Will he ever find a job that he loves? When will he be able to eat anything besides Romen Noodles and Spaghetti?
Stay tuned... or else something bad might happen. No I'm serious. You might miss something... Fine. Go. Ya, I don't need you. Oh really? That's interesting because that's what your girlfriend said... whatever.... Oh the rubber glue thing... cute. Go play with your fourth grade friends... Ya, well don't ever let it happen again. You know I'm sensitive. Oh it's alright.... You know how I feel. Okay... I love you... Okay Okay... I love you! Jeeze. Get outta here.
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