return to LA (so this is normal)

The paper in the copy machines at Kinko's is already pre hole punched. Ready for one inch brass brads to hold together the weight of somewhere between seventy five and one hundred and ten pages of size twelve courier new font screen direction and play. I didn't want paper that was pre punched and so I investigated each of the nine machines only to find that every single one of them held the same three holes. Granted I was there to make copies of my writing, but it was rather depressing to watch as each of the other eight machines made copies of screenplays. Can't these people punch their own holes? I did. Who were those people? What is their story, where do they come from? The young man at the machine behind me wore his frost tipped hair perfectly and his clothing reeked of mass produced, but still slightly cool, the because-i-bought-it-at-urban-outfitters, feel. The stubble on his face was an industry standard suggested three days old. I imagined him shaving tonight and then having to hide out for two days before making appearances on the third when his look would be back up to par.

So I made four copies of the short film and headed to the grocery store. Having not been to a grocery store in well over two months, maybe even almost three, I found myself lost. I couldn't remember what I liked to eat. Well I could remember, I just couldn't remember what would go into each meal. I ended up with breakfast burritos for breakfast and some combinations of salad and pasta for dinner. Depressing right? I still can't remember what I really like to eat. I went to Whole Foods (i.e., Whole Paycheck) yesterday and purchased two paper bags of assorted lunch and dinner items for $54.94. When the cashier announced the total I'm almost positive I saw a little toy gun extend out the side of the register, fire, and a flag with BANG written on it popped out.

My home has started to feel like home. I spent some paper at Ikea and worked a bookshelf into the room. It is tall, six shelves, and is painted a dark black stain. Being from Ikea, it is made of MDF. But the stain helps.

I've been working pretty religiously on some videos for the band. Going to spend today finishing up three of them before moving onto the final blog from the UK. Then comes the photo editing. I drove by the Burbank airport yesterday evening to try and shoot some super 8 of the plans taking off. Van Owen runs right perpendicular to the end of the north-south runway and so the plans take off right overhead. My super 8 camera looks like a small Uzi and I decided that it probably wasn't the best idea to be standing at the end of the runway, pointing my black hand held item at the plans overhead, so I drove back home, shooting the setting sun against two miles of overhead power lines.

Had lunch yesterday with two friends and talked shop on the screenplay. Their advice and criticisms are going to be much appreciated. The story needs some reworking, some changes to direction and description and I feel up to the task.