Does anybody else hate Ellen Pompeo?

The powers that be on Grey's want to slim down the cast and give Kate Walsh her own show. Yeah! I loved Addison and miss her very much, since I no longer watch Grey's for three reasons. 1) I can't stand Meredith Grey or her real life counterpart Ellen Pompeo or as I like to call her Miss Wrinkle Lips. She should be the poster child for anti-smoking. 2) I hate Patrick Dempsey's holier than thou Dr. McDreamy. Really...he's not all that dreamy. 3) Ever since Isaiah Washington wasn't tossed out on his ass for what he said to T.R. Knight, I figure why should I give my time and attention to this show.

What I don't understand is why the cast is so upset? Did Isaiah Washington think they should give him his own show? What would they call it? Bigot's Anatomy?

It seems that Miss Wrinkle Lips got her panties in a twist believing that as the star of the show she should be consulted before they made an offer to Kate Walsh. Doesn't she get that she doesn't need to be consulted? She's an actress. She didn't create the show. She just mouths the words the writers tell her too.

Is Miss Wrinkle Lips afraid of a little competition? Afraid that America would rather watch a smart, complex character like Addison Montgomery than Meredith Grey who goes town like the Titanic on every stranger she meets in the bar?

Either way it's a sad commentary on these crazy actors who go from total unknowns to stars and then forget that it's only by the grace of some force of ___(God, the Universe, luck...you can fill in the blank) that they ended up where they are in the first place.

Conversations with Mommy Dearest

My Mom likes to call me and give me little updates on all her friends' kids. You know So and So's kid just graduated from med school. This person's kid just got a promotion. Chubby Suburban Mom's kid just bought their first house. Then she tells me that she never knows what to say to her friends when they ask what I am doing. Like I am out here giving handjobs on Santa Monica Blvd. or something. I'm not that broke. At least not yet. "What should I tell them?" She aks.

Tell them I went to a very prestigious film school, graduated with a M.F.A. and now I'm a writer. She could also tell them while Chubby Suburban Mom's kid is shoveling the snow off their new driveway, I'm lounging in the pool. Yeah. A pool. That's way better than living in Pittsburgh.

"You have nothing to show for being a writer." She likes to say. Sure I do. I have stacks of rough drafts, second drafts, and third drafts of screenplays littered over my place. Actually, I'm too much of a neat freak for that. I organize everything into storage bins. Gotta love Ikea. I also have the letter my former manager sent me when I was unceremoniously dropped as client. Yeah. Class Act he was.

Maybe I could mail her the expired parking passes from various studio parking lots where I've had meetings. She could show all those to her friends. You think they'll be impressed?

Getting to know me, all about me

Dear Reader(s)....thanks for stopping by. I'm being optimistic by hoping there is more than one person reading this blog. So, you ask yourself...who is this person writing this blog. Well I like to consider myself a writer. My parents would probably tell you I'm a freeloader. No, I don't live with them. Oh God, how horrible to be my age and still live at home. As depressing as that thought is I actually know of several people who I went to high school with who still do live at home with their parents. Then again half the kids I went to high school with still live in the same town as where they were born. Not me! I took the first bus (okay, plane) outta there.

In case you are wondering exactly how old I am...let's just say I am older than Lindsay Lohan but younger than Nick Lachey (but then again isn't everyone). Like everyone else in L.A. I'm not originally from here. I'm an Southern by way of Pennsylvania. Scratching your head to figure that one out? I was born in Pittsburgh and I went to college in Atlanta before moving to L.A. for film school.

That was four years ago. So, you are asking yourself, what has this person been up for the last four years? Well, shave off two years because I was in film school. I've graduated with the debt to prove it, too. What have I been up to for the other two years. Well, I worked for a BIG TIME PRODUCTION COMPANY that was behind one of the BIG ACTION movies that came out over the summer. Unlike a lot of assistants I don't have any real horror stories to tell since my former employers were all nice people. No, I'm not just saying that. They really were.

Anyhow, back to me. Why did I decide to write this blog? Why not? I figure if I can't get Hollywood to read my stuff than I can at least get a few readers out in cyber space to.

I could have called this blog "Tales From A Frustrated Writer" but I figured that sounded whiny. In case anyone cares the title for my blog comes from Dorothy Parker. One of her quotes...it's not like she talks to me from the grave. Dorothy Parker and Tullulah Bankhead were having a chat and Tullulah said to Parker "Why, it's as easy as ducking for apples", to which Parker replied, "Hah, change one letter in that sentence and you've got the story of my life." Why Dorothy Parker? She was witty and liked to drink. If you change one letter in that sentence you've got the story of my life.