Things I Don't Get About L.A.

Let's start with Pinkberry. For any of your non-L.A. based readers, out there, Pinkberry is this frozen yogurt joint that is patronized by celebs and everyone else who will wait in line for long periods of time to eat sour yogurt. Yes, sour. I don't know about most people but I like my ice cream to be sweet. Okay, so, I know frozen yogurt isn't ice cream, but it's still sour.

I don't get the drivers on the L.A. freeways. Hello! Please pay attention when people have their turn signals on and would like to get over a lane. Yes, I know the "L.A. way" to drive is to just floor it and cross the line. The people with less expensive cars will get out of the way so they don't ding your Benz. Well, I don't drive a Benz, not even a Prius for me, so, I actually put my turn signal on and then wait endlessly to get over into the lane I want.

Gay themed material in Hollywood. Now, I've been to the bars and other gay hangouts and I've seen lots of show folk there: agents, producers, execs, even a few (well more than a few) actors and yet almost any project that has anything to do with being gay is meet with a resounding "no." I don't get it. Execs will party at Rage but would rather swallow a Cosmo made with discount liquor than say yes to a gay-themed project. I know the naysayers out there say that gay themed projects don't make money and this is show business. Well my answer to that is aren't there a lot of mainstream projects out there that lost business. Um...how much money did "Lady in the Water" make or "Basic Instinct 2"?

Well I've ranted and raved long enough. It's time to get back to work on my treatment for a one hour program. I'm hoping to pitch it to LOGO. The last time I checked I think they still produce work with gay themes.

Happy reading...and writing everyone!

Young, Fabulous & Unemployed

Sigh...another staffing season has come and gone. Did moi get a job? If I did the tone of this blog post would be a lot more upbeat. My boyfriend came home the other day to find me rearraging our living room furntiure. He looks at me and says, "Having a bad day?". Um...I'm rearranging the living room furntiure. Yeah. I'm having a bad day. I just got off the phone with my manager who assured me that despite my talent and my unique voice that there were no offers for a staffing position. Some people would have hit the bottle but my health insurance plan doesn't cover rehab. Maybe I should go to Promises? Everybody else is. Who knows? I could meet LiLo and become her next BFF. My luck I would get stuck in a county facility next to the crack addict who set himself on fire while freebasing.

After I got done rearraging the living room furniture I hit the phones. I called my best friend to bitch but she lives in Pittsburgh and doesn't get the whole Hollywood thing. I called my other BFF who does live in L.A. She gets my pain. She says she is a the 4F queen...fat, fourty, funny and fabulous.

I'm about to start work on a new sitcom pilot. I know. The sitcom is dead but what can I say? I like a challange. Plus, haven't we maxed out on the one-hour shows a bit?

I am going to start reading my copy of "The Secret" again. It doesn't do me any good sitting on my desk.