I have a bit of a delicate situation, and I’m hoping that the wise denizens of the Internet can give me some advice as Mr Rogers never covered this. But first, some backstory. Raise your hands if you currently live (or have ever lived) in an apartment. If so, you know how complicated navigating your
Over the weekend we completed filming on a pilot presentation for Dating in LA and Other Urban Myths (more on that experience later). It’s a project we’ve been talking about for four years, based on a blog that began nearly seven years ago. And today I found out, quite by accident, that a script that
I am experiencing a serious case of “helicopter brain.” It’s a term that I picked up after reading the latest posting over on http://beatechelette.com/ (if you aren’t reading her, you need to add her to your blog roll). Essentially, “helicopter brain” occurs when you are flipping from activity to activity, thought to thought, half-finished project
A couple of weeks ago, I saw an online post complaining about how all the two women (sitting behind the poster) would talk about was relationships. Essentially, the complaint was, “of all the things to talk about in the world—why talk about relationships?” This is not the first time I’ve seen the complaint. In fact,
It’s Thursday, and I feel like I should have words of wisdom for you. Actually, I feel like I should have some wisdom for me, too, but I guess we’re all out of luck on that one. Instead, I decided to once again check into how you all found me. According to our analytics, dear
You know when you are having trouble sleeping, and you start to hit Twitter looking for something more intriguing than another restless night? Then you see something that makes you reconsider everything you used to think was ridiculous about Hollywood because a new item has been added to the list. This is that thing: George
I was puttering around in my room as the sounds of summer drifted up through the window. The general splashing and playing down by the pool gave way to the distinct sound of teenage girls chatting (or was it “catting”) it up as they lounged. None of this gave me any pause until suddenly I
I hated my kitchen. Hated it! The laminate counter tops were chipped and dingy. The floors were grim and, following an oven replacement, missing pieces. Everything had that faded, slightly yellowed look of a paint job that had seen a lot of years. I faced to fairly substantial obstacles to redoing it: 1) very little
I just received a notice that a studio condo in my neighborhood has just been listed for the low, low price of $300,000. I’m from Ohio. Do you have any idea what $300,000 would buy me in Ohio? This is madness. “No, that’s silly,” is the correct response to this ad, and yet…
I find myself with a couple of days on my own. When I realized this an odd little bout of motivation was sparked. Before I knew it, I had a list of (conservatively) 50 items that I would take care of while I had this time. They ranged from the mundane to the impossible (or