Well,
I don't want to take the credit, but Rob's winning Shining trailer (see below) is fucking blowing up, and i think it all started here. He just got a call from the Vice Prez of Production from Warner Bros. asking him what else he does. But, don't forget, Tom ? Also got an award, and you can see his film, at Tom's Scary Shizznit!
Mine's up too, check it: Hit That Ship
One More Tie Up…
I have this lazy Sunday, and I could have gone a few different ways: finish up Europe once and for all, or finish up recent times. I didn’t want to rush through the big trip, so I’m catching myself up though a few weeks.
Jenna and I met up with my sis and her hubby, the Jet Setting Linders, and their friend Ana Maria, at this cute little coffee shop on Irving.
The reason, the great big Linder give away. The Linder’s are moving to their downstairs’ apartment, and renting out their house. And luckily for us, this move involves them getting rid of allot of perfectly usable clothing items. Look at all this shit.
Look at my new pimp suit.
Thank you so much Linders. I have never owned this many shoes in my life.
That next weekend, Jenna decided she needed some beach time. You know, at least once in the summer. So we hit the long ass long long super long Q ride to Coney Island.
Oh the beach. And oh my sexy girl.
A beautiful day. We even made shadow eyeballs.
And later, Jenna was just not convinced that this was the original Nathan’s.
We interrupt this regular blogcast to bring you sheetmonster.
Thank you, and now back to regular programming. Remember my Titanic preview? It was for an assistants competition in recutting a trailer of a movie in a different genre. Well, PS 260 came in with 5 strong entrants:
Princess, Tom, Jenna, and of course me. We all made it to the awards on time, except Robert who was still working. But he barely made it, and good that he did, because he won first fucking place! Yes, his recut of the Shining was just absolutely awesome. You don’t believe me? Just check it out, Rob's Winner.
Oh and Tom got third, for his extremely eerie and cool infected thriller West Side Story zombie style. Way to go PS.
We now interrupt with word from Pajama Monsters.
And we’re back. The following Saturday, I wanted to go play kick ball in prospect park, but got lazy and did nothing. Nothing until I got that call from good Samaritan Jenna: “Um, the other guy we had lined up let us down. Can you come help my friends move?”
Now, if you know me at all, you know that the only thing I hate more than moving, is throwing up. But what are you going to do? She roped me into becoming a good Samaritan as well.
There was allot of shit. It was a crazy long hallway.
But we survived.
Barely.
Cut to the Monday, when the world traveler came in to town to surprise us all. Yes, we have an Aaron Gatti sighting, ladies and gents.
We chilled at John’s with Nick Katz.
A bunch of kids who are just up to no good.
Wednesday gave us the premier of America’s Next Top Slutty hussy. Or Model. So we headed back to Astoria to Kerri and Shannon’s house, which I helped become a reality.
A few iceless margaritas later and we had carrying.
Pole dancing.
Acutal posing.
And the obligatory ass shot. (something tells me this will be censored later, and so it has)
Thursday, a very special day. Gatti’s birthday.
So I got him this motorcycle.
Went out with a few of his NY friends, like soccer captain Angus, but the night was a pretty big non event.
So we move on to Friday. Jenna and I had nothing to do, until I got a text message alerting me of Michael Leviton’s EP release concert. So we headed down and saw some old peeps that I had not eyed in quite some time. Good old Thayer Mclanahan.
And the couple of couples, Aaron and Claire.
The performance rocked.
And I even got to say hello to the star.
Check him out at his myspace page.
Saturday, Jenna and I just took it easy at Riverside park.
Basking in the gloaming glow, we crossworded into the sunset.
And so does this post. Maybe someday Eurotrip 05 will come along. Beside that, we're all caught up.
The End Of LA…
Finally, after finishing season 3 of 24, I have some downtime to post-y-post. So let’s do it.
The last days of Los Angeles I finally met up with the elder California Stephens’, My uncle James and my Aunt Pril, proud parents of Tay and Lou.
They took me to yet another cool cook it yourself Restaurant, except this was Shabu Shabu style, which literally means swish swish, because you boil it yourself. They give you all this thinly sliced meat,
And then you swish it around in your own personal pot, cooked to your own style of perfection. 
Isn’t that Governator picture awesome? They decorated the entire restaurant with stylized pictures of celebrities.
We even had this weird moment when the restaurant music started playing Rooney. Pretty Cool.
It was such a busy week, that after that dinner I double booked the night and saw my friend Lauren, who’s now immersed herself in that devil business of making movies.
I snapped this picture in the empty morning, because The Standard is a no picture hotel (they have to protect their celebs).
I just wanted to show you guys the trendiness.
Do you remember the big chair at eclectic?
Well I found the even bigger chair here on the west coast.
My last night, I tried to go to bed early, but got called out by my other LA friend, Emily.
She lives in LA, but unlike the other 99% of the population, she has no car. She and her boy get everywhere on public transport, and, more importantly, on bikes. Yes, they came to pick me up in a tandem.
We ate Mexican, and I had flaming margarita that later made me throw up. But it sure looks pretty.
Our ride back was fantabulous.
Thanks Guys, 
and thanks LA.
Ton Ton Ta Ta…
Well the secret’s out. Mystery Date had been a mystery date not for any reasons of her own, like I said at first, (oh my god, I lied) but because we have been involved in what I like to call:
“The Office Affair”
Yes, we work together, but now, through many picaroon adventures, most worthy of bad sketch comedy, we have been found out and there is no longer a need to keep her behind a question mark.
Come Out, young lady.
No, don’t be shy. 
Yes, there she is, the beautiful lady once known as Mystery Date, Jenna-Marie Warnecke.
Welcome to Shut The Fuck Up Donny, sans ?????
Hell A!…
Yes, California opened its loving arms once again for this poor traveler. The state of my high school years…
My interim editor Maury and I, early and excited, took the plane.
He wanted a Sonata, but had to settle for the glorious Pontiac G6.
And a room at The Standard.
Which I think is just fine, but Maury kind of dislikes.
I took a bit of a walk the first day, trying to kill some time. (they only rented one car, which sucked my anus, but since I am 2 months shy of 25, I could not drive it anyway). And came upon this little wonder.
Right next to a café where Dave Navarro casually ate some brunch. Of course I spotted the world infamous viper room, where one River took a cocaine dive.
And met up with a young leaf of the California branch of the Stephens family, my cousin Louie. 
We played some pong.
And went out to eat at one of those cool Japanese restaurants where you fry your own steak.
And the second branch made an appearance, Ms Taylor Stephens.
I checked out their crib (they live in the same apartment building) which include vibraphone (the Ray instrument)
Gecko
And my personal favorite, a bona fide ghostbusters cartoon blanket.
Belonging to Nick, Taylor’s boyfriend, who I barely got to meet.
The next day, Maury went out on set, which in 91 degree California heat was a snow paradise, thanks to the magic of show business (or in this case, Snow Business, the company that pulls this sort of shit.)
Maury and I finished the long hellish day at the one and only In and Out Burger, whose cherished fresh burgers had not tantalized my taste buds in quite some time.
The next day we began editing at Rock, Paper, Scissors, a hip LA post house. They got comic book guys and full on trailers, for crying out loud.
At night, I dragged Louie to In and Out once again. And my favorite part of the trip occurred. You see, young Louie is the pianist for Rooney (a band), and while the have good sized following, they are not fully household names.
As we ordered our food, two young girls walked in, and they kind of kept eying us. I was thinking, “Damn, my moustache is unstopabble.” (it has been very well received on the west coast. People can’t stay away from its grandeur.)
Then our burgers came, and I went to the counter to pick them up, and next thing I know, L-dog has already started a conversation. They are both recent LA arrivals, and recent freshpeople at AMDA, some sort of acting school. Slowly, I realize that, no, it was not my moustache that made them look at us, but the fact that one of them had seen Rooney in Georgia, and that SHE had probably initiated contact.
The small talk fizzling, and food in hand, we say goodbye and sit down. When they get their food, they sit pretty close. Louie and I have our meal, and towards the end, killing our fresh fresh fries, they put their trash away and come back towards us.
“I hate to do this to you guys cause I know you are eating,” the blond one begins in a metzo-heavy Georgian accent. “But we just got here, and we were wondering if you guys knew any cool places to go out to?”
Thus began their feeble attempt at… well, basically, picking Louie up. Now, I have never been a hot girl in my life, but this came the closest I will ever come. These poor girls were trying so hard to engage, and I just reveled in the role reversal. It was so hilarious at the time, that I had to take a picture with them.
(in a sadistic turn, i didn't take a picture of them with Louie. Ha!)
And you see, they’re pretty cute, and on any regular night I might be one many sleazy guys trying to feed them some silly shpeal (sp?) to get them in the sack, but tonight, I played the aloof disinterested party.
Guys usually have to approach, and sell themselves, and keep the conversation going, and to see these two trying so hard… telling us all about AMDA “one of our teachers won a Canadian oscar,” “all of our faculty have been on broadway at least once,” “oh it’s a very intense program, if you leave for the bathroom they don’t let you back in.” “did you see that saved by the bell where they find a bunch of money? The guy chasing them is our speech coach” It gave me a peek at how the other half lives, and it felt cool, but weird.
And my very favorite part of the whole thing, was a small realization. Midway through it became pretty clear that anytime Rooney stepped foot in ANY part of Georgia, the blond had been there, and that she would love to hang out with Louie, but the black haired girl probably didn’t really know them at all. And yet, she kept bumping knees with me in a flirtatious way. And it dawned on me: this girl would have gladly taken it for the team. If we told them, yeah we’re actually going to the hot spot right now want to come, she would have totally hooked up with me, the weirdo with the moustache, just so her friend could hook up with my cousin, the rockstar.
Finally, Louie gave them the easy out by asking for blondie’s number, and we probably made their week.
We went off to see Me You and Everyone We Know, which I loved, and stopped by this amazing record store on the way, Amoeba.
I worked pretty late the next two days, and almost didn’t go out on Saturday night, but thought, fuck it, how many Saturday’s in LA do you get? So I took a cab, and damn if it wasn’t the same guy from the day before.
And yes, in certain places of LA, you CAN take cabs. So I arrived at Gower Gulch.
Where the beer was hot, and the songs were flowing.
We all did a perfect five part harmony rendition of Scarbourough Fair, and then we witnessed this Incredible Man.
I was looking for the perfect song, that magical blend of irony and belting performance, when Hootie’s “Hold my Hand” called out to me. Little did I know, I actually selected “I only want to be with you” which I then destroyed. It just wasn’t a belt out song.
You want to see? Okay, here’s a peek. Dustin Fucks That Hootie Shit Up!
And that has been LA so far.
I think Pac put it best: California. Knows how to party.
The Sad Reality…
It is obvious to everyone, I guess, my blog has sucked.
But I have been busy, busy busy. No excuse i know, but such is life.
Things you might have missed:
A. The rest of Europe.
B. My family’s visit to NY.
C. The fact that at this very minute, I am in LA, enjoying my California youth, thanks to a crazy BMW job.
Yes, there are pictures to prove all of this. That someday might actually be posted.
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