Attack of the Dog

I made this. :P

JOB!!!!!

I got it!

I start on Oct 13th! Yay!

My old stomping grounds

Someday I am totally taking ALL my friends to do this.

fam is totally welcome too.

I bet if I were doing research for a movie they would make it longer and more interesting...

Neighbor Assholes

There is some asshole of a neighbor who likes to call the parking police. You can only park on our street for 2 hours at a time during the day.

I live here.

My contract states I'm not supposed to park in the driveway.

I can't park in the street.

I have an asshole of a neighbor.

And now I have a parking ticket.

I missed heading it off with the police by about 5 minutes. The traffic lady was VERY nice, and actually so was I. We commiserated about the asshole.

But I still have a parking ticket.

Fucking Catch 22.

Really cool

You know what're really cool?

Vests are really cool. I think I may adopt wearing vests sometime in the future. They look really smart.

And the fact that the bailout failed. That's really cool. Throwing more money at the Harvard fucktards who screwed the economy isn't the solution. It'll ruin us.

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Space

I really shouldn't be watching this show. When We Left the Earth. Something like that. But its all about our flights into space.

China performed its first space walk this week.

Why are we throwing money away on stupid investments and never ending wars. We should be investing in our future. Look at what NASA has done with its paltry budget, just imagine what they could do with even one fourth of what is thrown at the military and bailing out companies who should have known better.

It makes me so mad/sad that I want to cry.

How have we sunk to this point?

Who can save us?

Sure as hell not McCain or Obama.

Our parents are destroying our future.

Go figure.

Rest in Peace Mr. Newman

Ooooh.

Books!

Card

I picked up the card I designed from kinko's this afternoon. Just above my name is the lion and the fleur de lis that heads this page. (in black and white of course)

I love it. It is simple, elegant, eye catching, and fits me perfectly. I have 500, so if you want one I have a couple to spare. The font may be a little small, but it is clear. It only cost $34 for 500. That was a lot less than I thought I might have to spend.

The Big Day

So yesterday was a big day. I had my interview at Paramount Studios and it really went well. They didn't promise me anything, but I feel good about it. And I've got Jennifer on my side, which is a big bonus. They did say that they are interviewing a couple of other potentials and that one or two of them are the "I have connections" type. Which is really annoying. It sucks that those who are practically born in to the business don't have to hardly try. But why am I complaining. I got my first interview in a WEEK at Paramount, none the less. I am already ridiculously blessed. I am both eternally grateful and absolutely terrified.

Anyway. The interview went great, and then I got the opportunity to walk around the lot. So I wandered around Paramount Studios for a little while. THAT was cool. After that I headed strait over to CBS to say hey to my roommate Kelly. She's the one who works for Dancing with the Stars. She showed me the set and then went right behind the studios and showed me the farmers market and the grove. Sweet action dude. Unfortunately, I guess she had a bad day yesterday. Hope today makes it up to her.

After that I had the rest of the afternoon off. But at 7pm I had this thing called Schmoozefest in Beverly Hills. Basically you pay some money, show up, and pump some successful industry professionals for info on how to "make it." It was a valuable experience, but for me it was slightly discouraging. After all my career goals only mirror half of all the Hollywood wannabes out there.

What I came away with was the sense that I have to make my own way. What makes me special? Why will I make it when all those others have failed? Providence. That is the only answer I can come up with. I would not even be here if I didn't feel called here by my Lord. I have to believe that this is what I was created for. And I do. Perhaps I am arrogant in my confidence in my own abilities. I can't want this for myself. The thought is revolting. I can't stomach the thought of being that shallow. That disease permeates this town's every pore. I was off center all night at the Schmoozefest. I could feel the desperation in the room, the sickly need for attention, success, money, fame, I don't know what else. One of the VIP guests was a big time producer, I asked him, "What stands out to you as a producer?" His answer? Desperation. I really think he got it wrong. You don't want desperate. You want driven, hungry, tenacious, confident. Not desperate. Desperate is bad. Desperate is willing to sell your soul. NO. Desperation is a disease that is killing the industry.

This brings me back to something I was talking about at the beginning. My calling. The only thing I can be desperate for is God. If I EVER get to the point that I am desperate for success in this business, then it is time to leave. But I will go forth in confidence, because this is the path that I am called down. And for where ever this path may end, I will follow it.

This town, especially this industry, needs a wind of change.

I believe.

I hope.

Let the wind blow.

Interview!!!!

I hazarded the perils of phone communication and called a lady back about a dog, I mean interview.

TOMORROW.

At PARAMOUNT.

I'm going to have a PASS.

Dude.

I'm freaked.

:)

I hope I nail it and blow them away with my charming personality.

And I won't bother with any of that self effacing crap.

Oh hell, what do I wear? They told me not to wear heels, no problem, but should I wear something nicer than kaki's?

omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg

I've been checking out websites looking for places I might send my resume. I've got to remember that I've only been here for a week and that I have to be patient. I am NOT a patient person. I've had lots of practice in patience, but honestly I haven't improved all that much over the years.

It's just, I'm sitting here in my room at a loss at where I want to put my resume in. I'm picky. And I'm afraid that I might book something, and then something better will come along. I'm just...still a little overwhelmed at the prospect of actually being here. I don't like being idle. Especially now that I'm actually in LA. But at the same time, there's that whole I hate putting myself out there on a limb thing. Basically the whole phone thing, talking to people thing, and self effacing thing. It really really doesn't fly in this town.

What I really need to do in my free time is write. Write a couple of screenplays, and begin my book series. And develop a children's tv series, since that is what my roommate wants to produce some day. I think I can come up with a couple of viable ideas.

Patience. Just have patience, Jens. Keep your eyes and ears open, and get yourself out there. It will be golden.

I know it will.

Old Feelings

Apollo 13 is on.

I still love this movie. It is exactly the type of movie that I want to make. Unfortunately, Apollo 13 is the only mission that I know of that is dramatic enough to warrant a movie.

If space travel ever returns to real missions that go places, then I might consider NASA again. As it is, after I get settled into my career I think I'd like to start work on a PhD in Planetary Geosciences. Why? Because I still love the stuff. I have a feeling that when I'm 45 I'll apply to NASA as an ASCAN. By then I'll be established as a filmmaker and I'll be able to use that as leverage. In 20 years we'll hopefully be back on the moon and on our way to mars, NASA will need the publicity. And who better to produce quality footage and work the media than a Hollywood professional. And who better than me, who has always had a passion for space travel and has always loved NASA to be that Hollywood professional.

Or, I could just forget it. But I'm not that sort of person.

Tom Cruise Scientology Video - ( Original UNCUT )

No love

I leave no exceptional love for what I leave behind. It's done. Goodbye. Come what may.

V - Now in words we can all understand!

i hate this movie

Long Time West

We really booked it across the country this weekend. Most of the trip was really quite beautiful. It was only after Phoenix that the desert was ugly.

We went through Salt River Canyon, and it was gorgeous. I liked it better than I liked the Grand Canyon, only because it was on a scale that I could appreciate.

On the way here I listened to most of Gaiman's American Gods. I'm not going to get to finish it, but I've read the book. The thing I really wanted to listen to was his interview on the last CD.

Meh.

Now I just have to find a job...suxors.

Migration

I am tonight in Newport Beach, a swanky house in a gated community a mile and a half away from the beach.

It was a long f-ing drive out here.

I'll realize I'm in CA tomorrow when I unpack my car...wow.

Dinner

At this very moment there is a party under my feet. A $2000 dollar dinner party hosted by my parents.

In June my parents, with the help of the Bartons put together a dinner to be auctioned off at Powell Gardens, where my mom volunteers and Mrs. Barton is a board member. The dinner was bought for $2000 by some friends of my parents and tonight there are 8 diners sitting around our old dining table being treated to an 11 course meal catered by Jonathan Justus who is super super awesome.

He and his wife own the Justus Drugstore Restaurant in Smithville. They serve cuizine made only from things grown and produced locally. The food is the best I've ever eaten in my life.

Tonight kicks ass.

>:(

Pray for my dad on Thursday.

That's all I can say.