insidebuzz : confessions of a future child star

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Thanks, Karyn

11:22 PM |

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Back to School

$250.00

That's the amount of my deposit today for Comprehensive Technique, a class at one of the best acting studios in L.A.

Again, that is the amount of my deposit.

Worth it? We'll see March 25th.

7:23 PM |

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

One Year Later

Sunday, March 13, 2005
Final Transmission from Indianapolis, Indiana

In a matter of hours, I will load up the Jeep Cherokee with the last of my possessions, and head West on 465 to I-70, in the direction of St. Louis. During that short first leg of my trip to Los Angeles, I will think of Mel, all the great friends I've made, and how mortified I was at my going away party Friday night. (Let's just say it involved a chair, one ripped shirt, some spanking and tweeking of the nips. I'm still sore.) I'm excited about this move, but I couldn't be more sad. I'm leaving behind some amazing friends, and a woman I'm still crazy about. This is tough. As for you Indy, it turns out I barely knew you. I hope we keep in touch.

Time for sleep. I have 2093.29 miles to cover.

Craven, out.

Fast forward to 2006.

A lot has changed since then. Then again, a lot hasn't. We're still at war. Bonds is still hitting the juice. I still miss Indy.

I'm happy with the ways things have gone since the move. I'm getting to know the city, I'm meeting new people, and I start taking classes on the 25th -- ironically, my birthday.

Life is good. I just wish certain people were here to share it with.

10:39 PM |

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Tag. I'm it.

I have California plates.

Somehow, driving around Los Angeles with expired Indiana plates didn't seem all that bright. I figured at some point, the Man would spot that blue "2-28" and yellow "06" and want to talk to me as a "person of interest."

A 2-hour visit to the Van Nuys DMV was in order.

By the way, why does that place smell like a gym? And how would I even know what that smells like?

At any rate, my car is now legal. Huzzah.

10:07 PM |

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

MySpace.. my lovely little space.. check it out...

To add, or not to add?

That is the question.

Actually, a request.

A request denied is considered rude.

Impolite.

To approve could be betrayal.

For one, a welcome.

For another, an invitation to anger.

An awkward situation created by someone else,

For which I will have to answer.

Thank you, Tom, for inventing this problem.

I wish you many senseless bulletins.

Goodnight, and good luck.

11:04 PM |

I'm barely awake. Hoping to gain enough consciousness for a morning run. Still weary from some strange dream involving the Colts vs. Patriots and the Burger King guy.

Imagine my disbelief when my first dose of news for the day is the arrest of Yanni.

Did he really smack his girlfriend around? Or is he telling the truth, that she kicked him and hurt his finger? More importantly, will Yanni still be able to make beautiful music with an injured digit? Oh, I hope so. I hope so.

6:43 AM |

Monday, March 06, 2006

What day is this?

Has it been almost a year already?

Hard to believe, but this week in 2005, I was packing things up, giving things away, and having one going-away party after another. Not to mention arguing with Goodwill over whether or not my crap was good enough to give away. Seems like yesterday. And then, it doesn't.

It hit me today that I'm still not settled in. I got a California smog check today: the first step on my way to a fancy new license plate that says "I belong here."

or

"I drive like an ass, so I really belong here."

Next up: AAA and the DMV. Should be F-U-N.

I also went through a ton of paperwork tonight, to get ready to do taxes. Why do we save such stupid things? My Indiana voter I.D. Bills from an old cellphone company. My lease from AMLI at Riverbend Apartments...

Better keep that. Never know when I'm going to get a hankering to check out the old floorplan again.

The craziest find is the moving list that I apparently thought I needed. Extremely necessary items such as:

flashlight
batteries
rain jacket
blanket
pocket knife
garbage bags
toilet paper

What am I? A contestant on Survivor? Was I planning on camping along the way, or had I imbibed too much alcohol during the making of said list? What's the pocket knife for, hunting road kill?

And why did I take a picture of my car? To prove that it was with me?

I am such a moron.

10:31 PM |

Sunday, March 05, 2006

And the Academy Award goes to...

Three 6 Mafia?

Now that's entertainment.

11:19 PM |

Hee Haw

I went over to Greg's to watch the UNC-Duke game last night. Just a few guys, having a few beers, with a few pizzas, watching some basketball. Duke Sucks.

What I didn't expect, was to wind up, hours later, at the Cowboy Palace Saloon in West Hills. This place ain't just country - it's country-western. I mean, we're talking so old school, that the sign out front says it's a Honky Tonk. I wasn't aware that term was still in use, but, when in Rome. Nothing like watching old folks two-step to the house band's country rendition of AC/DC's All Night Long.

Where am I?

Hell, it's already 3pm. Gotta get ready for an Oscar party. Guess I should shower, or something.

2:56 PM |

Saturday, March 04, 2006

5 Reasons to hate Texas

1. It's too big
2. Bush
3. The Dallas Cowboys
4. B.S. speeding ticket in Midland-Odessa
5. San Antonio

Normally, I wouldn't hate on a city I've never visited, let alone, know anything about. But San Antonio is starting to irk me. They are that one friend that we all have that seems like a good guy, until he tries to sleep with your girlfriend when you're out of town.

We first saw their "goodwill" after Hurricane Katrina, when they welcomed the New Orleans Saints with open arms. Permanently.

Or, so they thought.

Now, they want the Florida Marlins. Granted, I hate the Marlins, as does every fan from the Tampa Bay area. I revel in the idea of their relocation to anywhere outside the state of Florida. I would love to see the fish move to Vegas, so I could go watch the Mets beat up on their sorry asses.

But, I digress.

This is about the city of San Antonio, Texas, and why they suck.

11:59 AM |

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Get a load of this...

I'm at work earlier today, pretending to be busy, minding my own business. I think to myself, "I wonder what MySpace is doing?" So, I check.

A message from a friend.

Not just any friend. One that I actually know. It's Mysti. Again. And she's lost her marbles:

Dear Mr. Burns,

It has come to my attention that you have made an unauthorized use of my copyrighted work entitled "Original MySpace Message" in the preparation of a work derived therefrom. I have reserved all rights in the Work, first published in February of 2006, and have registered copyright therein. Your work entitled "Called Out" is essentially identical to the Work and clearly used the Work as its basis.

As you neither asked for nor received permission to use the Work as the basis for "Called out" nor to make or distribute copies, including electronic copies, of same, I believe you have willfully infringed my rights under 17 U.S.C. Section 101 et seq. and could be liable for statutory damages as high as $150,000 as set forth in Section 504(c)(2) therein.

I demand that you immediately cease the use and distribution of all infringing works derived from the Work, and all copies, including electronic copies, of same, that you deliver to me, if applicable, all unused, undistributed copies of same, or destroy such copies immediately and that you desist from this or any other infringement of my rights in the future. If I have not received an affirmative response from you by March 3, 2006 indicating that you have fully complied with these requirements, I shall take further action against you.

Seriously. I'll do's it.

Chop it,

Mysti

I guess it's safe to say that this new re-posting of one of her messages is in direct violation of her cease and desist. But, really, she had to know it was coming. Rather, she expected it. Just like you cried horsepucky when CBS sued Stern, after hearing - for months on the air - his future plans. Mysti has known all along that this posting would take place.

Fair? Maybe not. But, it is my right as an American to blog crap like this for all the world and the NSA to read. This is war. These are challenging times for freedom and democracy. I will not cut and run. I will not abandon faith and strategory. I will root her out, and bring her to justice. This is the will of free nations - my nation. And I am the King.

10:00 PM |

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