"To handcrafted beers made in local brewerys. To yoga to yogurt to rice and beans and chees. To leather to dildos to curry vindaloo. To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou."
OK, not that I don't love getting good work, because, let's face it, I do. But all this last minute stuff is driving me a little crazy. Filming for "Foster Hall" ends on Saturday, and though I was planning to stick around LA for another week or so to go to some meetings and whatnot, it looks like that's not an option. Because, evidently, I got a part that I really wanted in "Into the West", this TNT miniseries, so I have to fly up to Calgary on Sunday so that I'll be there for filming on Monday. It's an insane schedule.
Other than that, my life has been suspiciously routine since I arrived in LA. Everything's been rather average, despite a few unexpected occurences, none of which I feel the need to recap in much detail. They happened. That's enough for me. I'm just sort of waiting for something to happen, as has become expected in my life. I don't know whether it will or not, but it may.
I still think that if Liv names her child any or all of the aforementioned names, they will grow up angry. Trust me. Try growing up with a name like "Macaulay". It's like you're destined for parental problems. Keep the name simple, and everything will be ok. My advice for the day. Not that I'll ever have any kids of my own...so it won't really do me any good. Oh well.
Someone tell me something interesting.
Other than that, my life has been suspiciously routine since I arrived in LA. Everything's been rather average, despite a few unexpected occurences, none of which I feel the need to recap in much detail. They happened. That's enough for me. I'm just sort of waiting for something to happen, as has become expected in my life. I don't know whether it will or not, but it may.
I still think that if Liv names her child any or all of the aforementioned names, they will grow up angry. Trust me. Try growing up with a name like "Macaulay". It's like you're destined for parental problems. Keep the name simple, and everything will be ok. My advice for the day. Not that I'll ever have any kids of my own...so it won't really do me any good. Oh well.
Someone tell me something interesting.