Went for a super cool cruise on my fly Italjet scooter. I busted down Riverside to Zoo drive and on in to Hollywood from Burbank. Hit up Hollywood Boulevard for a few blocks, drove by Mann's Chinese Theater on the "Walk of Fame." Lots of people out tonight. Ate at a Mexican place on Santa Monica. I rode back over the hill on Laurel Canyon, wow, that road is fun, a little scary at night but worth it. I'm back home now watching a movie, but alone. Being alone is becoming a theme for my new life, new house, new existence.

Friday Night Frights.

So, anyways, I'm sitting right here at home watching "Prince of Persia." Another take on the pauper becomes king theme, anybody remember "Aladdin?" I'm talking shit, I actually love it, I'm re-watching it, I saw it at the theatre.

Work was kinda frustrating this week, I'm still working a shot that I didn't think was that hard. Apparently it is. TONS of animation, lots of freaking tweaks, but close. I'm hoping that tomorrow it will go to dailies.

Working tomorrow, but tomorrow night...what's up? I'm going to go to Hollywood and get arrested! Either that or rent a movie and got to bed early. I'm open to suggestions as to what to do tomorrow night? Comment here at the blog...

I'll report soon...

Sunset Blvd.

I moved to LA to fall in love with Sunset.

She's that strip of faded pavement that winds her way to the beach.

I love her still, thought, now I stand at the ocean's edge...

and watch her fade west, without me still.

My feet are cold and wet,

my breath smells of cheap whiskey and a day old high,

and I watch for the green kiss as my lover leaves me alone in the fading dusk...

alone and cold,

again,

and again,

night after night,

again,

and again.

Sunday?

Just got home from a Halloween party at the Edison where I had a right tasty gin (Hendrix) and tonic, but just one. Today was a good day in many ways: I went shopping, I rode my scooter all over LA, went to a super exclusive party downtown...but still something lacks. Some essential ingredient to my life that still lacks. Some secret sauce, that without it, my burgers lack... I thought that I knew what is was, but unfortunately I'm left unsure and wanting. People say that time heals all wounds, but I don't think that we ever "heal" but rather forget the injury. So I begin another 60 hour work week exactly how I felt on Saturday...really? Yes.

One more week down.

Finished another week in LA. I've had some real successes this week, so I count my blessings. This second, however, I'm feeling very depressed. I'm just whipped tired, my grandpa'd say that I was rode hard and put up wet. (Forgive my idioms, puns and sarcasim.) Things have got me confused and more than a little injured inside, I keep wanting things to be one way, but they seem to always be just off the mark. I've somehow misplaced my faith in the universe, she keeps things just over the horizon, just at the end of a double rainbow and I tearfully watch that yellowing line at the end of the sky. I feel more alone at this moment than I have in a very long time, my connections at home are strained by my distance. Even when my moods wouldn't allow me to spend as much time with my babies as I would like, but somehow, my closeness geographically was of comfort to me. Now I'm a full day's drive away. Seventeen hundred miles. Phoenix, Tucson, Las Cruces, El Paso, Van Horn, San Antonio, Houston, Lake Charles...home. I was so exciting to hang out, drive, interview, move to Burbank. Now I live here. So the same fucking thing that is wrong at every place I live, is wrong here; me. I love the stupid saying, "no matter where you go, there you are." The version of "Ganer" that lives in Burbank, is remarkably similar to the version that lived in Lafayette, Austin, Las Cruces...

The good thing about life is that tomorrow I get another chance to feel better, to do it right this time.

I'm hoping to make it to the beach tomorrow, maybe take in some surf. It's been kinda cold so we will see... Another day in Burbank done.

My Name in Lights

So, I saw Secretariat opening weekend. It was the very first time that I saw my name credited at the movie theater. It was an exciting moment that I shared with no one, literally no one. The theatre was absolutely empty by the time my name rolled by.

I went to see The Crazies with Juliet earlier this year, my lead at the company that I worked for at the time did some cool paint in the show. The movie was alright, I do dig Timothy Olyphant and Breck Esiner. The funny part was as soon as Pat F-'s name appeared in the credits Juliet said it and got up and headed for the door, I was laughing as I followed her out.

Another note, I had another shot approved today at work. I don't know how Gullivar's Travels (2010) will be, but the stereo presentation (3D) will play GREAT! Go see it in RealD 3D or Imax 3D to see my work!

I'm moved in...

I finally got internet here at home. Whew, I thought I was going to have DTs from the lack of bandwidth... somehow I survived and I'm going to try to actually write a little bit here and there.

I started work October 6th as scheduled. I was bounced around the first two days I was there. I had missed the first beginning of training, in order to catch me up I was "shadowing" other artists. It's my first cubicle job so that has taken some adjusting. However, work is just that, work. Because of the heroic hours that we work I haven't had much time for anything other than work.

I've been to Ikea twice now! I have to say that I love that place, I know that ( http://chuckpalahniuk.net/ ) & ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Fincher ) Palahniuk and Fincher were totally talking shit about Ikea, but I guess I'm a sucker... but then again so is every other Angeleno because that fucking place is packed. So I know that you guys are on pins and needles, what the hell did you buy G? Humm, a very nice comforter with a hella-cool duvet cover; "almost" steam-punk bar stools; a generic coffee table; towels; on my first visit!