Tag: Car

  • car alarm.

    So, the other day I was driving down the street thinking to myself, “I don’t normally drive on this street at this hour.” This causes me to do that thing where I think about quantum physics and parallel universes, how right now in theory there’s a me driving down Hillhurst, but there’s still a me […]

  • Day Four.  Updates.

    Day Four. Updates.

    Let me see if I can paint the past week for you really quickly. OCTOBER 29. Monday. We get to work knowing it’ll probably be our last week of work. We are frantically writing what will be our final script. Pencils down is coming soon. We are hoping against hope that a strike will be […]

  • Dear Dad,

    I can’t believe it’s been five years and three days since you died. Five years. So much has happened that you’ve missed, much of it things you told me you knew you were going to miss. You were like an oracle in that hospital bed, pointing at the television, telling me my name was going […]

  • two ladies from the past

    [scripty] AB “HellloooOOoooOOOoo?” PAMIE Hellloooooooo. AB So, this is the worst day ever. PAMIE I’m sorry. AB Cell phone broken. Internet broken. Husband out of town. No food. No wine. You’ve got a dead dog. Worst day ever. PAMIE Yeah, it’s not the best. And I think I’m getting a cold. AB I have no […]

  • late-night guests

    Well, someone had fun in Los Angeles. I told AB she was really getting to see what my life is like out here, from the boring parts — extremely long shuttle rides from the airport, sitting in coffee shops for long hours, getting phone call updates from me while I’m out at pitch meetings, driving […]

  • maintenance

    Yesterday I made a list of people I needed to call to schedule appointments. At the top of the list: allergist. Mom called yesterday morning and said, “Have you seen the wheat doctor yet? I really want you to be able to eat bread again.” I think the next time I come to town, she’d […]

  • Dear Weezer Bassist:

    I want you to know that I love your band, and have loved your band for a very long time, longer than you’ve been a part of it. I want to start with praise, because what I have to say after this might sound a bit mean, but… well, you deserve it.

  • carma (cliche entry heading #327)

    Q: What happens when I purchase plane tickets the week after I lose my job? A: My car immediately breaks down. Yes, you’re understanding that correctly. We have exactly one car in the house again, and it’s a rental because our other car has been stolen. Happy holidays!

  • really? really?

    I was all set to write the cute little entry called “cancelled/not cancelled,” which was about my pro and con lists for what might happen with the rest of my year and into April, based off of what ABC wants to do with Hot Properties. It involved visiting friends, reading books, getting an oil change, […]