Buzzed.

Ladies and Gentlemen: Here's Eric!

Yep, went to see the guy on Hollywood between Vermont and Hillhurst (Not Shorty's. The place across the street). Benny is the guy there who gives great haircuts. I got my hair by another guy there who gave the gentlest haircut I've ever had. And it turned out great (albeit slightly uneven in the back, but maybe that's what's so great about it. Artistry in the imperfections.) While I got razorilly shorn, a Buster Keaton movie played on the tv.

Weekend went like this.
Friday: I observed the sabbath by hitting the town with Beej, in celebration of summer. (The cool temperatures at night in L.A. are wonderful). We ate sushi (Komasa) and wandered into a bar where we were the youngest people by at least ten years. Jax in Glendale on Brand is a bar and grill that almost looks like a chain restaurant, except there's live music, and a carousel horse separating the bar from the sit-down area, and brass elephants holding up the banister that circles the bar. The drinks were enormous. The bartenders were strange. It's my kinda place. Lights were too bright which is always strange in a bar that's not trying to scare people away. Beej told me that he predicts the food is amazing. I have my doubts (the clientele may have included gluttons, but no foodies in sight), but I'll find out soon enough. This is a funny place to take a girl on a 2nd date (I mean, I'm not going on a lot of first dates these days, but when I do, to follow up D1, I'm buying dinner and drinks at Jax for my lady friend.) Next stop: Bigfoot on Franklin. Lotsa girls with black hair, bangs, and pale skin. The matching boys with pompadours and moustaches were nowhere to be seen. (Where do the pompadour boys work? Do they have regular office jobs? BJ thinks they're all just students.) Oh, in Little Tokyo, I showed BJ the subterranean store with (in my opinion) the best name in Los Angeles: The Nostalgic Gallery of Fame and Beyond. NGFB, as I don't call it, is never open when I'm there. The window is filled with yard sale treasures and dust. These objects behind the glass don't relate to each other in any way except that they're all old. I like that the store looks back and forward in time. I don't know how, but maybe they'll be open someday and I'll find out what the story is with this place.

Saturday: I slept 'til 9am. Woke up, J Matty J came over, and we went to Eat Well for brunch. My first time at the Eat Well in Glendale. I'll say this: the Eat Well in Glendale is not as good as the one in Silverlake, or at least on Saturday it wasn't. The food was pretty lousy and overcooked. They also couldn't figure out how to make a waffle for JMJ. I wanted to demand that they bring out the waffle at whatever stage they could get it to in the waffle iron. 'Cause they tried and failed. Did it fail in the batter stage or was it somewhere along the line of cooking? Did it burn everytime? While I wanted to demand evidence of the failed waffle assemblage, I didn't, as I'm not really a jerk. I just admire jerks. JMJ and I then went back to my house where we started churning out a sitcom pilot. It was slow going, especially as my ADD was in full effect (por ejemplo, "Let me play you a song", "Let's watch Freaks and Geeks to get an idea of how to handle multiple storylines", "Listen to an M.C. Nuggets song that makes no sense", and my favorite, "Mat, watch me surf the internet. Don't I look cool clicking from one link to the next?"). J Matty J called it a day. He went home, and I watched 7 hours of movies. I'm screening movies for a film festival, which is a lot of fun, but also sort of tough when the documentaries delve into serious matters, and you are really just in the mood to watch that clip from "Jackass" where the guy goes off the mini-tramp into the ceiling fan.

Sunday: I woke up slowly. Ate a hamburger. Went to see "Me And You And Everyone We Know" with A-Scards. I went in, expecting to love the movie. I didn't love the movie, 'though it's hilarious and sweet and all sorts of things I enjoy in fav. films of mine. It's a very strong first feature... Style and tone seemed right on... In the end, I think it just wasn't as satisfying story as I hoped. Nontheless, B+/A-. So much goodness. Was thinking about it throughout the day today. Last night, before I went to sleep, I watched "Little Fugitive". When are they gonna remake LF? It's good stuff.

Today was Monday. I'm still working the temp job at the studio. (This is week 10 or 11, I think). My bosses remain awesome, and say thank-you on a regular basis. Came home and spoke to M-Mars. She's coming to town next week to stay with me. We're starting a t-shirt company. There'll be a website up sometime in the next 2 months. I'll urge you once it's up to go there and spend a ridiculous amount of money on a t-shirt (not Barney's ridiculous, just un poco mucho ridiculous). "Un poco mucho" is one of my favorite things to say. Anyway, I came up with funny images & text that people will hopefully flock to.... Yes... I realize that thousands of people start up t-shirt companies, but mine's gonna be different. How? We're gonna cut holes out of the shirts so people can see your belly button. Lucky for you insecure outies out there, I'm just joking. If anyone knows anyone at the sorts of magazines that feature clothing, please get in touch so I can send them sample shirts...

Not much else to report. So freaking tired. Everyone at work said the haircut looks good. My already-immense self-worth just keeps on keeping on. - Eric