Just this feeling…

Just this feeling when you part ways with people you care about, people you love. “Get home safe.” “Take care.” “Be good.” Go back out into that world away from me, and come back to me soon and in one piece. Come back with fun stories, and let’s make some fun stories of our own. Come back with a tan, come back with a new job or a new adventure or your hair different. Just come back at some point.

Come back.

God, Chris, your words still kill me.

chris alonzo saves the night.

Man, I’m grumpy tonight, even though I think the radio interview went well (and THANK YOU to the Teamster who called in to shout “YOU GO!” and say they were behind us all the way.), and I spent a few hours at the Guild getting ready for next week’s picketing–

(AMPTP! PLEASE COME BACK TO THE TABLE AND NEGOTIATE!)

— and I’ve still got emails to send to my team and blah, blah, blah strike strike strike, and I got all angry at Perez Hilton from my couch, which is just the dumbest temper tantrum I’ve had in a while because come on, so it was a lovely change of pace to read Chris’s post on how God’s been a pretty lame screenwriter with my life these days, and laugh my ass off.

Thanks, Chris. I needed that.

(more updates to come. i just need a mini-break.)

Meet New York Pam.

Leaving Los Angeles, I got a few tips on surviving New York during the holidays. I was told:

1. I’d need heavy clothes. An enormous coat I didn’t own. Lots and lots of layers and sweaters and basically I’d need to go buy a new wardrobe and a huge suitcase to put it all in.
2. I shouldn’t wear earrings because it would be so cold that the bars in my earlobes would freeze and hurt.
3. I was going to need to wear long underwear, and I needed boots that could survive getting soaked and I’d need to buy those boots and gloves and sweaters and did anyone mention the huge coat?
4. There was going to be a subway strike, and I’d be stranded and alone. Continue reading