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Hi Friends — I’m hunkered down. Staying low. Letting the time pass. Waiting. Waiting. It’s all I can do. Waiting. WaitingThis Tuesday my facial hair and I will be on . Please watch. Okay… back to hugging Lou and sitting in silence. Keep calm and carry on.

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November 8, 2010 at 11:52 am

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Tuesday’s a BIG DAY on the way to November 6th. I feel good. Lou feels good.

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October 23, 2010 at 2:41 pm

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Hello Blog Readers. By any irrational measurement, I had a horrible day. Nonetheless, I remain happy and enthused. Allow me to explain.

For starters, LA looks like your dentists office looked through your 6-year-old eyes when it’s gloomy. It’s been gloomy since Sunday. Bah. As noted in my post yesterday, I’m in day two of my conversion to inappropriately healthy eating. Hungry. Did Bikram Yoga this morning at 7 am. 65 minutes into the class a 5’8 hipster with too many tattoos farted loudly; this was, without question, the mental and emotional summit of my Thursday. (He even said “sorry” whilst the toot was still mid-echo. Steve was illicitly happy.) At 11 am I had my first work session for the thingie that begat this countdown. A “work session”, to the best of my understanding, is sort of an informal audition where the casting director preps you. In this instance, the casting director was readying me for another work-session with an Executive Producer that will precede the screen test. It was technical and helpful and exhilarating and discouraging and utterly necessary.  Next time I do one of these I’m going to bring a family member with me so I can hug them and eat cookies afterwards. Of course, my worst fears (namely that the casting director would think I’m a fraud and persuade the shows producers to cross me off the screen test list) were soothed through a series of (very) complimentary emails between their office and my teams offices. Still, I felt like I was going to do a poop right in my jeans for most of the afternoon. Now, I also mentioned that I had an audition yesterday afternoon. It went swimmingly. My manager even went so far as to say he liked the look of things. (This is slightly out of character. Normally he plays his cards pretty close to the proverbial vest until there’s news.) Didn’t get it. I could tell you that I was the first choice of casting (which I was) and that the casting office seemed somewhere between confused and flabbergasted that I wasn’t approved (they were), but you don’t want to hear that. And I’m not going to write it. Seriously… whatever. Them the breaks and I can take it. Hollywood is a numbers game and I’m winning. What’s funny is that my manager told me this right as I realized my housekeys were lost. Neato.

Up for Yoga at 6 am. Worth it. / Guy tooted. Terrific. / Work session tore me apart. Nothing can faze me now. / Almost job. / No job. Next one. / Lost my keys. Picked up my spare copy from friends. / 16 days, 15 on the east coast and 14 where I’m going. Exciting!

(This post was dictated to Louis The Dog while I ate my dinner.)

 

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October 21, 2010 at 8:32 pm

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My alarm clock went off at 5:30 this morning. It was the theme from Top Gun, which is lovely. From 6-7, I walked my dog, Lou. Lou needs to be walked from 6-7 because it’s what the kids are calling “stupid hot” in Southern California. From 7-8 I prepared for two auditions that I have today. Both projects are interesting and I would like to book both projects. In the case of my first audition, I believe that I should book the role if I execute properly for the casting director. At 10, I have a fitting on the Paramount lot. The first audition is at 12 and the second audition is at 3… in The Valley. Wearing jeans today will not be pleasant, but I have to wear jeans. When I arrive home at (approximately) 4:15, I’m going attempt a run in and around the streets of Hollywood. As a result, I will be watching the Monday Night Football game on a slight delay. The Bears are my pick for reasons that I can’t really explain. Tomorrow is the most important shooting day that I’ve ever had as an actor, so I’m going to sleep early. My energy today is bankrolled by coffee that’s almost the consistency of tomato soup and a six-inch Meatball sub that I saved from yesterday. Happy Monday.

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September 27, 2010 at 7:22 am

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I have very high expectations for today.

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September 25, 2010 at 9:21 am

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Wow! I loved yesterday. Fell asleep a little after 11 last night, 19 hours after my day started. I was in the first scene (amazing), the last scene (going to delete my reel just to use that…) and every scene in between. A schedule like that, as a guest star, is one of the most challenging things you can do as an actor. Good morning. We’ve been doing this show for 9 years. Half the crew has been here the entire time. You’re the actor with the most dialogue today. None of us know you. Bring your ‘A’ game. Also… it’s Friday. Good luck.

One of these days (soon! soon…) I’m going to be a series regular. That’s a different animal. That’s a commitment and a grind and an absolutely unbelievable thing to actually be paid money for. Before that happens you have to prove your worth; on a Friday, with the “button”. This guy is exhausted. If anyone needs me, I’ll be sitting on the ground scratching my dogs chest.

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September 18, 2010 at 9:01 am

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The 9 Mile July 4th Weekend Death March.

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Tough to know how my first July 4th weekend is going to turn out.  I have high hopes for the following reasons: It began with an astonishing run through the Hollywood Hills.  It’s going to end in the right field bleachers of Dodger Stadium watching a fireworks display.

Everything in between is just cream cheese.  Happy 4th of July Weekend!

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July 2, 2010 at 4:25 pm

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I don’t know where to begin. So I’ll begin at the beginning. On February 14th I sat on top of Runyon Canyon and wrote that I was Apparently, I was right. What a weekend.

Saturday: 6:00 AM — Driving rain woke me up. When it rains in California, it rains angry. My alarm was set for 6:00 AM because Lou was due for Air Canada Cargo shortly after 9:00 AM Eastern. If my Uncle and my Mom needed anything, it was my responsibility to be awake and alert. So I was.

10:00 AM — I sat around and read a script / watched “The Wire” (this is important) for 4 hours. Lou’s on his way and I have an audition at 12:30. That’s the thing about Pilot Season… You have auditions on Saturday.  My buddy Nate had an audition today (Sunday). Unbelievable.

10:30 AM — Target. Dog Bowl / Mat for dog bowl / Toy that he can’t destroy immediately / Treats / Swiffer Sweeper and pads / Towel rack (nothing to do with Lou) / New collar (that doesn’t fit) / Food / Food scooper.

11:20 AM — Over to Johnny Bennett’s to exchange the Smart Car with a Ford Escape. This is the first instance where a friend of mine stepped up – like a friend should – this weekend. The first of many.

12:30 PM — Somewhere in Studio City for an audition. A great audition. A killer audition. You can build momentum through Pilot Season. The actual auditions aren’t interconnected, but your craft is dependent on repetition and confidence. I dismantled that audition. This is factual.

1:30 PM — Italia Ricci. She’s Lou’s owner… just ask US Customs. And she gave up her afternoon to help me pick him up at LAX. Italia: I love you.

2:15 PM / 3:00 PM / 4:00 PM / 4:25 PM — WAITING.

4:40 PM — Louis. (Italia calls him “Hand Bag”.  Brilliant.)

5:30 PM — Lou and me hoofing it around Hollywood Blvd. You’re not going to believe this, but he was excited.

7:00 PM — Arrived at Capitol City (a spectacular sports bar) for the second half of a great college basketball game.

9:00 PM — Pre-party for the lovely Italia. She’s filming a show in Toronto as of next Saturday. Party, hearty.

12:00 AM (ish) — My thought process: “My buddy The Lou is at home chillin’. I should get out of here.

Sunday:

2:00 – 7:15 AM — Slept with a black guy.

7:30 AM — My head… MY HEAD… I couldn’t wait to take Lou to Runyon Canyon. Get him out… Get him running.

7:50 AM — Remember when I borrowed Johnny Bennett’s car? Well, now I’m out on my street and his car is nowhere to be seen. Seems it touched a red zone and got towed… To South Central.

8:10 AM — Johnny – miraculously, he’s awake – and I are zooming along with 101 towards South Central. Friends. Being there.

8:20 AM — South Central. Tow Yard. We decide the man guarding it is an Alien. Picture? Taken:

9:30 – 11:00 AM — 8 hours later he’s still a mess. Nothing makes me happier than a tired pup.

12:00 PM — Did you know that Canada and the US were playing for the Gold Medal in Hockey? It was on television and everything.

12:40 PM — Warren (my buddy and high school roommate), Italia, Davey, Vanessa and Chantal (by proxy) start cheering.

1:20 PM — Robbie Amell rounds out our booth. We’re exactly the same. Ask anyone.

2:40ish PM — 24 seconds left in the game — It was my understanding the bar was approximately 65% (US) – 35% (CAN). Not so. More like 94% – 6%. When the US scored with 24 seconds left to tie it, Capitol City erupted. We sat there with our hearts in our stomachs. We waited.

OVERTIME (I don’t know what time it was.) — This is tense / don’t get caught too deep / This shouldn’t be 4 on 4 / JUST SHOOT IT / I’d like a Budweiser and some Heroin / Crosby’s diggin’…

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There was a delayed reaction from our booth. As in: “Wait a minute… Is that puck in the net? It is?!?!?!” At which point, we yelled. We screamed. We held it six beats too long. We punctuated with hoarse calls across a deadly silent room. Sidney Crosby — our very best player — scored in overtime for the Gold Medal and one fucker of an exclamation point on the Winter Games. YellScreamYellHugYellPauseYELL.

Then you sit and relax. You tell the waiter to bring you something Canadian. They bring you Canadian Club and you kill it. The medals come out and you start making fun of yourself because you’re crying. Your cousin snaps a photo:

3:45 PM — Everybody leaves but me.

4:00 PM — A girl from Vancouver at the bar. She’s a lawyer with a Canada shirt on. Patron, more Canadian Club, Patron. An actor from “The Wire” rolls in and we become buddies. “Hey Man…  Last time I saw you they caught you with 20K in cash.”

4:30 PM — Quiet moment thought process: “Sidney Crosby scored the overtime winner. The Golden Goal. The greatest moment in the history of Canadian sport. Paul Henderson should light a cigar somewhere and think about his 38 years of undisputed glory.”

5:30 PM — Again, Lou’s at home. Strolling down Hollywood Blvd. with the sun crashing over all the buildings that L. Ron Hubbard owns. My apartment, my Pup, an audition tomorrow morning.  t couldn’t be more beautiful outside.

I pass 3 Canadians surrounding Alex Trebek’s Star on Hollywood Blvd. They aren’t there by accident.

4,300 KM away from Toronto.  Home.  (Capital H.)

EDIT: Just because…

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February 28, 2010 at 7:42 pm

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Lou went up one side of Runyon Canyon and down the other. He found all four puddles that currently exist in Southern California. He will not move for the rest of the day.

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February 28, 2010 at 11:12 am

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