Alaskan Family Values

First full day here in Hollywoooooood. Kicked it off right by waking up with a champagne hangover due to night one celebrations. They sell beer and champagne in the apartment complex store where I live. Not really an apartment complex, more like a village. Lots of child actors live here as well, much to Joe Harris' chagrin. He hates the kids and likes to talk shit whenever we pass one, regardless if they're an actor or not. 

Anyway, so we were hungover and needed food. Obviously In and Out Burger was the answer. Place is the fucking truth. A fast food place that only sells burgers and fries, can't go wrong. 

Los Angeles is a fucking crazy place. Where I live right now is a crazy place. I'm no more then a five minute drive from the following: Universal Studios (the actual studios too, not just the theme park thing), Warner Brothers, NBC, and Vivid Entertainment. Have yet to see any famous people.

I live at the Oakwoods apartments in Burbank. Rick James died here. His ghost haunts our apartment.

I wish I could write coherently right now, but there is too much information for me to relay onto the blogoshpere. I'll have to spin most of these tales in person, 'round the 'ol bonfire. 

It's going to suck having to come back to winter in New England. The weather here makes me angry because it doesn't get cold. Someone said I'll be wearing a winter coat by December. I said I left my winter coat in New Hampshire... you know... where it actually becomes winter.

Interview tomorrow at Jim Henson. My first foray into the world of entertainment. Yikes. Hollywood.