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Steve Eddy
Summit Entertainment

In Space No One Can Hear You Scream....

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 13:21:00 +0000

...and in Australia, no one drinks Fosters....ever!

However, drink they do, and as the dinner I was at wound down tonight and one of the key crew members fell down the stairs, I realized that no matter how high up you get, nor no matter where you go - people are people and film crews are film crews (meaning good drinkers!)

The trip continues to be great and tomorrow, tonight, whatever depending where you are, Friday night I'm going to a Twenty20 Cricket Match here in Melbourne. It's India visiting Australia in front of a crowd of 90,000+ people. I've been doing my homework and as I type this am watching a cricket match so I have half a clue as to what the hell is going on. Regardless, I'm going to be a part of one of the most controversial, exciting, anticipated matches of the season. I intend to drink plenty of beer (not Fosters) and even have a meat-pie to have the full experience and enjoy the match.

Australians are incredibly friendly, fun, warm people and I am going to be very sorry to leave here in a few days. However, the trip has been great and I am already looking forward to my next trip back, whenever that may be.

Good on ya' dear reader and g'day/g'night

Meat Meat Meat & Future Wives

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Tue, 29 Jan 2008 12:37:00 +0000

Forgive the ineqliquence of this post - it's been a very long day and now at the end of a night of a few drinks, then a meal that consisted of 4 courses (meat followed by more meat with a main course of more meat,...and then desert) I'm trying to keep with the writing resolution that I started before I left on the trip.

The trip has been fantastic thus far. After arriving and claiming a tourist visa entrance at the airport, I (and my boss whom I am traveling with) were accosted by the immigration officer who kept asking "why are you coming to Melbourne for 7 days, why not Sydney, why Melbourne? Why not some place else? What do you know about Melbourne?" Of course my answer was - shit, I didn't know a damn thing. I was lying to him, telling him I was just coming in for a visit when I really should have told him I was coming in for a few business meetings etc. Anyway, after expecting nothing but a huge warm welcome that threw the both of us for a loop. But we got over it and so far everything else has more than lived up to expectations.

Everyone is incredibly friendly and welcoming, the city is beautiful and as far as work goes, the production and people that are involved in it are great. Tonight, as mentioned before I had a great meal at a true steak-house that served a fixed menu that had three courses of meat: sausage, liver then filets. Needless to say, all of them were great and combined with a bottle of wine it was fantastic.

The real kicker, my boss and I booked tickets to a Cricket match going on this Friday night. I've never watched Cricket, much less watched it live with 80,000 other Aussies so it will be a great experience. One which I will write about soon after...but for now, I need to sleep as there is work to be done tomorrow....

p.s. the future wives part of the title simply means, well, exactly what it says, I am coming back here sometime very soon as I feel damn certain that at least one of my future wives is in this country!!! They're all beautiful and apparently love American guys - we have the accents here! More soon.

10 Feet Higher and Never Coming Back

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Sun, 27 Jan 2008 11:17:00 +0000

I’m sitting 39,010 feet above the surface of the earth right now, a height that I had never been at. Partially because I am flying across the Pacific but more because I got to add 10 extra feet this trip as I am sitting in the upstairs cabin of a 747 in route to Australia, and I’ve never been upstairs before!

Sometime around seven months back, I took a job that gained me the nick-name “suit” – referring to a character on the TV show ‘Entourage’. Where I had once started on the crew side, even dare I say a short stint on the “creative” side, this job brought me to the corporate / studio side and as such gained me the nickname suit. And now as I sit here some 7 miles above the ground I’ve been thinking about that change, this job and where I’m at these days personally and professionally. Needless to say, there is far too much in those thoughts to fit into this entry, hell even this entire blog; but one thing did became clear to me right before this trip that that I think kind of symbolizes those thoughts.

10 years ago, while preparing for my first trip overseas with my friend, we spent months pouring over books, maps, plans, guesses as to what might come up and how we will react. I eventually took that 14 day trip, hitting 6 different countries in Europe, backpack on my back, and it’s a trip I’ll never forget. However, this time, Australia hit my radar only 6 days pre-flight. No planning, no process, no real time to think – instead it was “buy a ticket, you’re coming with me (my boss) to Australia for the week.”

Just like that I had a business class ticket in my hand and was on my way down under. Don’t get me wrong for a single moment, it’s great. I’m giddy to be here – as shown by the fact that it’s currently three in the morning in Los Angeles, 10 in the morning in Melbourne and instead lf sleeping on my lay-flat seat or watching the plethora of free movies in my fancy seat, I’m sitting with my laptop writing. Something I haven’t done in far too long. No, I’m definitely loving this, but it’s different this time. My world got smaller this week. Suddenly far away seemed a lot closer, far off lands seemed much more within my grasp.

This job, this trip - it’s something I’ve always wanted and looked forward to even – but in the same breath it’s a bit sad. Growing up, you’re rarely aware when something in your life changes, it happens and only time and growth allow you the hindsight to become aware of it. It’s a blessing really, growing up is hard enough, it’s too much to expect you to be aware that it’s happening at the same time. However this time I was wide-awake and felt it happen, am feeling it happen. It’s rare that you get that feeling anymore and so as I sit here, on the upstairs portion of an airplane somewhere over the Pacific, I am 10 feet above the level I’ve been at all the preceding 29 years of my life and I don’t think that I can ever go back down, or go back.

1 suit, 2 suit, 3 suit 4....

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Sun, 27 Jan 2008 02:56:00 +0000

Blogger told me my last post was on August 15th of last year....that was a long time ago....but lets not dwell on the past.

That's right, I'm back, or at least am going to try to be. And what is spurning this revival - well in 4 hours I'm going to be getting onto an airplane and 15.3 hours later I'll deplane in Australia! Throw another Steddy on the barbee cause I'm heading down under. I've never been and am very excited.

The short story is I was called into my bosses office on Tuesday and told that there were too many meetings for her to handle solo on her trip and so I should book a ticket and get on the same plane as her - the one that was leaving 6 days later. Oh, and book Business Class! Floored was a good way to describe my deminor, yet I did just as she told me to and now here I am about to take the longest plane ride I've ever taken.

So, there will no doubt be stories to tell from this trip and are many stories to recall that happened between now and August 15th (my last post...my bad). So I intend to do my best to get back to sitting down and doing a bit of writing each week. Also, this way if my plane crashes and I end up on the "Lost" island, this post will be all eerie! Ha...yes, I'm knocking wood right now.

Cheers, good-on ya and I'll write more soon.

10 Year High School Class Reunion

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 07:32:00 +0000

...this is what happened this past weekend. I arrived a little after midnight on Friday and spent the weekend putting together and living through my 10 year class reunion. If you haven't experienced this yet, then you won't understand when I say I think I need a few more days to process all of this before trying to write about it here on my little old blog.

I will say that it was a great weekend - a truly great experience from both a planning point of view and a participant point of view. We had great turn outs for 2 of the 3 of our events, and the one that we didn't was the Sunday picnic that was a wild card from the get-go.

Anyway, I really would like to write something about this weekend, but I'm just not ready - not yet. In reality, I should give it 2 years instead of 2 more days, but in the internet age we live in I just don't have that kind of time to draw upon that kind of distance. So for now I will simply say it was great, it's even a little bit better to have it finished and I will do my best to write about it soon.

Hanging on the eve of Beautiful Girls

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 06:24:00 +0000

Many of my closest friends will know my feelings about the movie "Beautiful Girls" - a simple movie about a nearly 30 something part time piano player who returns home for his class reunion. While at home he stumbles across all his old friends and their old drama, and a few unexpected curves in the form of a 14 year old neighbor girl and a beautiful late 20 something "cousin" who's in town for the weekend.

Closer examination of this movie and my life will draw many similarities, some too close to be laughed away perhaps - the lead (played perfectly by Timothy Hutton) is questioning his current lot in life, plays piano, returns home to a mother-less house and isn't sure how long he should stay in a world that once was home but now seems quite foreign. It's true, I play piano, I will return to a motherless-house, and things that used to make sense don't so much any more back in H-Town. However, I don't expect to fall for the underage neighbor girl next door, nor do I have the perfect "good solid seven and a half" to return to back in the big city. That's where the similarities of the Hollywood story depart my own.

Though tonight, while sitting at my desk attempting to write a screenplay that I have been working on for, well it can be said now "years" - I just had to sit down and reflect on the fact that either life is imitating art or vice versa. I really don't know what to expect from this weekend and the reunion, but I doubt it will compare to the Hollywood fireworks that go down in 'Beautiful Girls.' That said, I must say that as quickly as we often dismiss the stories that the Hollywood system turns out, as nonsensical and so removed that no one could ever relate, in this moment I have to wonder if Willie was thinking the same things I am, only hours before his class reunion, returning home and shining a spotlight on the past for a few days.

No doubt many stories will sprout from the weekend that is approaching, and I hope to relay at least a few here - but in the mean time, I wish you a happy weekend as I set off for Minnesota for my 10 year reunion. If you haven't yet, rent (or add to NetFlix) Beautiful Girls, crack a bottle of wine or a six pack of beer and enjoy and think of me as I'm maneuvering my way through the weekend.

Bed Knobs and Retirement Plans

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 04:52:00 +0000

Buying the first house, first full time job, perhaps the first time you think really think about insurance, or turn down a night out on the town to secretly stay in and watch TV instead. Something buried in these events sets off a small signal to us that the inevitable is happening: we're becoming adults. I write tonight because I had a moment like that tonight.

No, it wasn't a house, a 401K, a baby (yikes) or anything like that, no for me it was a headboard. Yes, you read that right, a headboard.

For the past 10 years I have lived a perfectly fulfilled life without a headboard - a piece of furnture that to me serves no purpose yet you find on all "grown-up" beds. Suddenly it's not okay to have your mattress pushed up against the bare wall anymore, you instead need a large piece of furniture to prevent you from spontaneously flying through the wall. (Get your mind out of the gutter Flom) Pulling your bed out of the corner of the room makes sense as if you're hopefully lucky that there is now a 2nd person having to get out of your bed (whether or not it's always the same person is a whole seperate conversation) but a head board really is only something that is put into bed rooms to make them seem - well more grown up. When we're young, if you're lucky you had a fun bed that head a firetruck headboard or doll house head board who's purpose was to play with - but then it goes away and we go headboard-less only to have it come back later in life much like so many other things.

Well this weekend, while surfing the internet sometime after 4am on Saturday night in search of a cheap dresser I found a "bed room set" on Craigslist that included a big dresser, two side tables and...gulp, a headboard. The price was too good to pass up and now two days later I find all the items in my bed room. The side tables serve a purpose, currently filled with junk and socks, the dresser rescued me from the wire mesh stackable crates I bought for my college dorm room some 7 odd years ago, but then there was the headboard, currently in place and beginning to collect dust and make it more difficult to change sheets.

Now I know what you're thinking, this really isn't a big deal - but for a kid who still fights back whenever anyone uses the term "settle down" and who gets itchy if he stays in any city for much longer than a month, this was a big hit. I used to try and keep my belongings so I could pack my life in two suitcases and two boxes, granted that was before the piano. Sigh, and now I have a headboard. I do wish I could call my mother and tell her of my purchase, and hear her tell me how it's good for me. And like everything else she'd probably be right, however I still fear that this kid will sleep uneasy tonight with that big wooden symbol of adulthood hanging over my head - literally!

The Crap Game of Life....

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Fri, 27 Jul 2007 06:30:00 +0000

After a two beer discussion with an old friend tonight at a Boston bar just off the Pacific, I sent out the following text message (a favorite movie quote) to a select few male friends and these were the replies:

Text: In the crap game of life, women are the fu*king rake, what are you?

- Im ten the hard ay. At least in my shorts.
- Pass Line
- Girl Problems?
- I'm the padded elbow rest
- Don't Come
- Boxcars I don't hit often but when I do it pays big.

Happy Friday.

Piano Lessons

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 05:10:00 +0000

Over the previous 2 month I haven't stopped moving. Every weekend, was going one way or another, completely disregarding the fact that my new job was wearing me down and I think my liver was near giving out.

It was a great run but now, things have calmed down and tonight I finally did something I've been meaning to do for a while now - I started looking for a new piano teacher. Over 10 years ago I stopped because my life had gotten too busy, and now I want to start playing again for the very reason that my life seems so busy. Taking lessons, and setting aside several hours a week to do nothing but play music sounds perfect right now and it's time I got back on that horse.

So now begins the hunt, which in this city of lost dreamers and wanta be rock stars could be long and tumulchuous (sp? - seriously, I tired to figure out it but gave up after 5 minutes of looking - it's a blog, and Steve Eddy's blog, what do you expect) but if nothing else that will be another story in and of itself.

Everything but the $9 cake

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Mon, 23 Jul 2007 04:59:00 +0000

Tonight was a little different night, instead of the usual bad television and hang-over fighting water pounding ritual, I went to see a musical...in Los Angeles. A friend called me (or rather IM'ed) and asked if I wanted to go with a group of people to see "Wicked" at the Pantages. With an extra ticket left in the wings, I took her up on the offer and met everyone at the theatre for the show.

I arrived a bit early and ducked into the bar next door for a pre-show Bud. Standing solo at the bar, caught in the dilemma of tipping $.75 or throwing the extra dollar and making it a tip that is too large but not having to deal with change, I surrendered the full five for my three and a quarter beer. At the end of the bar, a group of three were doing flaming shots, and behind them a man was talking to his dog, who was allowed in because he was near the door. It was a mix of theater goers dressed up with the people who you would normally find in a bar on a Sunday night on the shady part of Hollywood Blvd.

The show was outstanding - having forgot how much I enjoy the big production value of a Broadway show, I sat and enjoyed the music, the story and the beautiful theatre. A little under three hours after it began we all headed for the street, to slowly break off in our separate directions. I said my good nights and headed for my car, and eventually across town back home. It was a great way to finish my weekend but the only thing missing was the $9 cake. For some reason, it always seems to me that after a night at the theatre, I would end up in some cafe, in which ever city I was currently in trying to prolong the cultured feeling that I was reveling in, and would end up having a big piece of $9 cake to finish the night. It was always too rich, and of course I shouldn't finish it all but I always would. It was the way you ended an evening like that - with a big piece of cake.

So that was my Sunday evening, it was a great evening but I miss the $9 cake.

Any one still here?

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Sat, 21 Jul 2007 07:51:00 +0000

It's been months since I last posted, months when I've traveled several thousand miles back and forth in and out of LA, seen the bottom of far too many bottles, woken up on many mornings wishing I had gone to sleep a few hours earlier, all of this and attempted to maintain a full time job and some kind of a social life.

...but I'm still here, I just haven't been writing that much. I plan on changing that though, and will be writing more here again soon. So come round and see me...I'm back without having gone anywhere at all.

"Once"

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Wed, 30 May 2007 07:27:00 +0000

Tonight I saw "Once" - a beautiful story with flawed characters, a simple music filled story about two people. It's honest and it's fantastic. It's a breath of fresh air from Pirates, Spiders and Ogres that have invaded this summer in the theaters. There are no computer graphics, no visual effects. Just pure acting, music and great story telling. If you were/are a fan of The Commitments, this film could actually pick up where it left off, following the guitar player (Outspan in the "The Commitments"; Guy in "Once") where he is left off - on the street with nothing but his guitar.

Go see this movie - it will give you back a little faith in the movie making process. No - it's not Hollywood and so this can't speak as a saving grace for Hollywood, but I am happy to say that this movie was a film financed by my new company, Summit Entertainment, a fact I found out tonight after seeing the movie.

The real writer in the family...

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Wed, 09 May 2007 07:34:00 +0000

So as you know, by the fact that you're reading this, I enjoy writing. I sit down and peck away from time to time here on the net, have tried my hand at scriptwriting whilst I've been here in LA, been known to pen a few long winded e-mails, and like just about everyone else entertained the idea of writing that book about my life, my friend and our experiences (that of course are so different yet so like everyone else's that there is no way it won't be a huge hit!....right?)

I'm not a writer, I'm a Hollywood whore, and now a corporate Hollywood whore! But I am fortunate enough to know a real writer, a brilliant writer and hell I even call her my big sister. Today I read an amazing article that she wrote in the LA Times. And I felt obliged to be able to repost it here on this blog:

Mad Nazi Dream of Racial Purity Revealed

By MELISSA EDDY
Associated Press Writer

5:01 PM PDT, May 6, 2007

POZNAN, Poland — On a sunny April morning in 1944, 6-year-old Alodia Witaszek was combed and scrubbed, sitting in the children's home that had primed her for membership in Hitler's master race.

Over the past year she had been snatched from her family, gone hungry in a concentration camp and been beaten for speaking her native Polish. Now she had a German name, "Alice Wittke," and a new -- German -- mother.

"Guten tag, Mutti!" she called in flawless German to the young woman approaching her. Good morning, Mommy.

Only years later would she discover the full truth: that she was among some 250 children seized from their families as part of a Nazi attempt to improve the Aryan gene pool in pursuit of a mad dream of racial purity.

READ THE FULL ARTICLE HERE

Um, Los Angeles is burning....again

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Wed, 09 May 2007 02:51:00 +0000

Same story, different day except this time I didn't have a front row seat. This time I was tucked back into the dark corner of my new job, the same job that has kept me from updating this little diatribe of mine. Mostly because the next update would logically be about the new job and the first week and how it went and what I do and yada yada yada. Don't worry, that is all coming. Sooner than later.

But while you wait, I just wanted to let you know - that Los Angeles is burning....again. The above picture was taken from my friends office about 20 minutes ago. My friends office that is right in the middle of LA. The flames on the left are on the hillside that has the Observatory and on the right is the Los Angeles Zoo. However, currently instead of live news coverage, the three major networks are playing "Access Hollywood," "Entertainment Tonight," and Wheel of Fortune! Sigh...only LA.

This one goes to 11...

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Sat, 28 Apr 2007 05:58:00 +0000

Spinal Tap have reunited and will be playing a concert in London this summer for Live Earth. Check out the new reunion video, and pay close attention to the person who's attached to the forehead in the background in the Internet Cafe.

http://liveearth.msn.com/

The rumors are true...well sort of...

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Fri, 27 Apr 2007 08:21:00 +0000

On September 2nd (give or take) I arrived in Los Angeles, pulling into an area called Silver Lake where I would spent my first official night on the couch in my friend's apartment. Dropping my bags on the floor, I had no more sat down and poured a drink than an earthquake hit (true story - look it up). It didn't last long, merely 10 seconds or so, shifted the floor back and forth a few times and then was over.Eight days later, my then and current roommate and I signed the lease on our first apartment and proceeded to celebrate and get very drunk - waking up the next morning to the worst possible morning to have a hangover in 2001. Sitting in an empty apartment in North Hollywood and sleeping on the floor, the next several weeks passed without any movement, earth, job or otherwise. Hey kid, welcome to L.A.

Since then over five years have passed and in that time I've had no less than 20 different jobs added to my resume, none of which have lasted longer than 6 months. No one really understood it, but whenever I started a new job, one that I perceived as a long term gig, I could speak of it being "over" in a date not far off. Freelancing was the name of the game and I learned to be quite a good player. Jumping movie to movie, show to show, gig to gig, I trudged my way through this industry making the most of my extended time off between jobs. I eventually secured health benefits when I joined the union, but there was never really any certainty in my life, at least not when it came to jobs. And the truth of it was, I was alright with that.

But something happened, and as cliche as it may sound - a death always makes you take a different look at what you're doing, what you're striving for. I was no different, and when I took a look I realized I was bored, unchallenged and growing restless with an industry that I wasn't ready to give up on. It frustrated me, angered me and drove me to try and figure out that greatest question of all - "what do you want to do!?!?" Since I can remember dialing my friends phone numbers myself, I can remember wanting to making movies. That's why I'm here in L.A. (a place I still don't love) working in an industry that generates successful unhappy people (something I fear of becoming) chasing a dream.

So when this last movie finished, and I found myself with nothing but opportunity staring me in the face I did something unbelievable - I took a job here in L.A. - a job that doesn't have an end date, a "real" job with paid vacation days, human resources and god...really?.....a retirement plan!?! (I thought that was something that only existed in movies and TV). With nothing in front of me, and everything a possibility I stayed with what I've known for the past 15 plus years, the movie business. I took a job , yes a "corporate job," working for a new studio that is just starting up a production department. It is a job without an end date, with a yearly salary and benefits, and a job that I could very easily be at for the next several years. It's a great job, a great opportunity and I'm very excited for it.

So yes, the rumors are true, freelancing Steve has gone corporate. HOWEVER - I want to set a few things straight. 1.) This doesn't mean I'm going to stop the creative drive or dream - far from it. If anything, this job will only better my position for advancing the scripts I'm writing and the ideas and aspirations that I have. 2.) This doesn't mean that I'm planning on calling L.A. my home for good. Sweet god no! This place is a means to an end, and I hadn't gotten close enough to that end yet, not close enough to leave. So I'm still here. 3.) I am not - I repeat - I AM NOT going to become a corporate stooge. I still plan on going out on school nights, skipping out on work for much more important things such as senseless travel with close friends, finding any excuse to spend time with family and close friends and working on that ever growing list of things to do while I have the pleasure of being on this planet.

Truth is, I needed a new challenge and for a while I thought that hunger would be best served by physically moving. But I'm not ready to leave this place yet, blame a young kids dreams but I'm not ready to walk away from this industry at this time in my life. So instead I'm taking a new, different and what will no doubt be a challenging job in hopes of it infusing some life back into that grand moving making idea.

If you ever take a close look at my cell phone, right above the date on the main screen there is a saying that I still believe, and strive to live by - "no regrets." So yes, the rumors are true, Steve has gone corporate and won't be leaving LA for a while, but no I'm not changing, I'm not going to buy into the whole Hollywood bullshit scene and I'm not going to lose sight of what is Hollywood smoke and mirrors and what is real. I know all to well that if that ever started to happen that the people that are reading this would knock me straight back into line.

"it's only life after all"

"Forgive me pretty baby but I always take the long way home..."

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Sat, 21 Apr 2007 06:30:00 +0000

After what turned out to be eleven days, instead of the originally intended eight, here in Minnesota I am heading back to Los Angeles. When I first arrived back here the snow was flying horizontally across the fields and the temperatures were in the twenties. Today, I was driving around with the top down with the temps in the mid seventies.

I played three rounds of golf, the best one today when I shot a round solo. Of course, that is kind of like going fishing by yourself, it's when you always catch the big one (or do you just tell people that?!) I saw most all of the crew who still call this wonderful place home, spent a lot of time with family and even got a little bit of time in out at Bourbon Beach.

As for the return and what's next, well that's still very much a looming question mark. Though after a good conversation with sister number two, and plenty of time here to think things over I have the feeling that it's time for a change. How big, how soon, how drastic, and how I'm going to pull it off are unclear - but time for a change none the less.

So now I return feeling as though on a greater level I'm about to approach something new and all this time I've just been takin' the long way around.

Well I never seem to do it like anybody else
Maybe someday, someday I’m gonna settle down
If you ever want to find me I can still be found

Takin’ the long way
Takin’ the long way around

Make Al Gore Happy

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Wed, 11 Apr 2007 15:53:00 +0000

Tired of the non-stop junk mail that comes to your mail box (real - not electronic) daily? Ever tried to get it to stop...well I have, and it's not easy. However, where there is $41, there is a way. Just read about this webpage - basically you give them $41 and they stop almost all of the junk mail that comes your way. They donate some of your cost and use the rest to pay the people that make the calls. Sure you could do this all yourself, but be honest, you probably won't so check out the web page.

41 Pounds

I love this!

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Wed, 11 Apr 2007 04:07:00 +0000

I work in Los Angeles in the entertainment industry, and have over the past 6 years worked closely with some very large celebrities - so I can say honestly that I often detest them, and maybe more just everything that "celebrity" now means. However, what I hate more are the people behind the celeb magazines and the now hundreds and hundreds of celeb driven webpages.

So when I saw this, and saw a celeb get to smack around an "editor" of one of these celeb webpages it really made me smile. So next time before you surf over to one of those pages, just think that you're putting food on this woman's table.

April Showers...

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Mon, 09 Apr 2007 07:34:00 +0000

It's early April, however a June gloom has a strong hold on the skies of Los Angeles, the February winds have come back to Minnesota for an encore performance and the rest of the country appears to not know if it can trust Puxatony Phil anymore.

Not more than a week ago I wrapped my last movie, a great story called "The Bucket List." If you saw Jack Nicholson bald at the Oscars...yeah, that was us. And now I find myself in the all too familiar situation of unemployment/freelancing/"just inbetween things." So as per usual, I will return to Minnesota for a bit, eight days this time. Family, friends, and a bit of perspective perhaps, for this time unlike previous unemployments I'm honestly not sure what's next. It wasn't log ago that I thought I would be writing an entry speaking of my departure to NYC, though unfortunately a big part of that idea fell through. I could still do it without the aid of a free place to stay, though if that happens it will have to be a bit later now.

No I don't know what's next, I don't know where I'm heading off to, nor what I'll be doing next. All part of the adventure I suppose, though tonight I'd rather be going to bed with the feeling of knowing I'm going to soon be in a place that finally feels like home, and not just some place I'm visiting.

Soon enough I suppose, and so it goes, and so it goes...

Times like this I wish I still lived in Boston

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 22:08:00 +0000

The March 30th Los Angeles Fire

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Fri, 30 Mar 2007 21:28:00 +0000

These pictures were just taken a few minutes ago from the rooftop of the parking garage in Hollywood at "The Lot." Tell my story....

Calvert "Larrry 'Bud' Melman" DeForest - RIP

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Wed, 21 Mar 2007 23:59:00 +0000

NEW YORK (AP) - The balding, bespectacled nebbish who gained cult status as the oddball Larry "Bud" Melman on David Letterman's late night television shows has died after a long illness. The Brooklyn-born Calvert DeForest, who was 85, died Monday at a hospital on Long Island, the Letterman show announced Wednesday.

FULL STORY

Happy St. Pat's!

noreply@blogger.com (Steddy) — Sat, 17 Mar 2007 18:27:00 +0000