Johnny Knoxville Spotted at Beauty Bar in Hollywood

I went out last night and saw Johnny Knoxville at Beauty Bar in Hollywood. I went to the Beauty Bar because I couldn't get in to any club because it was too late. Then, we couldn't get into Tokyo Bar either, so we decided to go to Beauty Bar. We had 4 dudes, we almost didn't get into Beauty Bar either. Are you kidding me? We grabbed 2 girls and got in. They played 80's music and there were some goth-like, "i hate the world", weird, people in there and some that seemed normal. Johnny Knoxville showed up too. I hate Beauty Bar. This elementary school-style blog was brought to you by alcohol on a Saturday night in Hollywood.

Randall Cunningham's Dad Tried to Beat Me Up

This has nothing to do with Hollywood or anything I've experienced since living here for a year and a half, but it's a funny story that I always want to write down and tell people about. It happened about 4 years ago when I was going to Arizona State and working security for Arizona Cardinals games. For those of you who don't follow football, the Cardinals are a team in the NFL and also, for those of you who do follow football, the Cardinals are a team in the NFL(in case you forgot). Anyway, my sophomore year in school I was working security on Sundays for their games. One particular game, I was stuck guarding a gate in the back of the stadium by one of the parking lots. It was the player's entrance. To make a long story short, I was still at the gate after the game ended and my "supervisor" gave me instructions that the player's families for the Dallas Cowboys (who the Cardinals lost to that game) would be coming to the gate. I was to let them in, but only after the player came up to me to confirm that they were actually his family. Randall Cunningham was playing for the Cowboys at the time. So basically, as I was there, doing my job, holding off crazy fans and letting in family after the players came up to me to tell me that it was alright, a man and his wife tried to just walk in right past me. I later found out that it was Randall Cunningham's parents, but since I had no way of knowing that at all, I stopped them. Randall Cunningham's Dad was pissed. He mumbled some words to me, clenched his fist and looked very angry. For a second, I thought he was going to hit me. His temper escalated very quickly for some reason. He then pointed at the stadium and said, "Do you go to school here?." I replied, "yes," to which he responded, "I built this school." He said it with such conviction that it confused me. What did he mean? Did he go to Arizona State? I never heard that before. Was he actually part of the construction crew that originally built Arizona State?... or maybe, when he pointed to the stadium he was asking me if I actually took classes IN the stadium, like in the bleachers or something? I was very confused, but I stood my ground. He said some other bullshit stuff to me but I either blocked it out or my memory is affected from being in the hot ass desert sun that day. Finally, Randall Cunningham didn't come, but my "supervisor" did. My "supervisor" let them in and as they walked in, Randall Cunningham's Dad pointed at me like, "who the hell is this guy, you should fire him, doesn' he know who I am?" I responded, "I'm just doing my job" to which his wife responded, "yeah, but you don't have to be rude about it." Now my question is: How was I being rude? I mean, they are the ones who tried to walk by me like I was nobody. Didn't they see my shiny yellow security shirt? My second question is: How in the hell am I supposed to know who the hell Randall Cunningham's Dad is and why did he hate me so much right off the bat? Oh, sorry... that was my second and third question.

Thunderstorm Rocks LA

A Thunderstorm rocked LA all night Sunday October 16th, through the night and for most of the day Monday October 17th as well. It was crazy. It was loud. It was wet. It was abnormal. It was annoying. It was fun to sleep during. It was weather. It was in Los Angeles. It was in California as well. It was in the southern part of California. It was wet. I already said that. It was raining a lot. There were flash flood warnings. There were only flash flood warnings because of the hurricanes that occurred and Hollywood is creative and thinks that the same thing can happen here so that the spotlight is back on LA. There were no flash floods. It was wet though. When Tom Cruise was reach for comment on this issue he was quoted, "Yeah, the thunderstorm was totally like War of The Worlds, there was thunder and it kept getting louder. By the way, did you know that Katie Holmes is pregnant and that I ruined her career?" When asked to elaborate further on the thunderstorm, Tom replied, "Oh yeah, how could I forget, here are some Scientology pamplets and brochures, come to this meeting next week. If everybody were a Scientologist, this thunder storm would not have happened and the aliens wouldn't have used people as fertilizer."

I Played Basketball Today With The Redhead Kid From The Sandlot

Today, I went to 24 Hour Fitness and played basketball with the redheaded fat kid (pardon the expression) from Sandlot. There really isn't much else to say about it except for how awesome it was. I asked him if he still had that baseball with Babe Ruth's signature, but he just looked at me, shook his head and punched me in the face. I tried to report it to the front desk but they said, "Are you kidding me? That's the redheaded fat kid from The Sandlot! Who the hell are you?"

How It Feels To Pursue Acting In Hollywood For Me

Imagine working a job that you absolutely hate, just to live in a city that you may absolutely hate, just to pursue something that you have passion for and hope to make your new job and career for that matter. Imagine being perfectly able to go out and do something else that would pay you much better and allow you to lead a much less stressful life, but you can't do that because something in your chemical imbalance won't let you. Imagine working, 6pm-2:30am Monday-Friday, feeling like shit every morning because you don't sleep until 4 or 5 am at the earliest and then realizing and being told that you don't even have it that bad. Imagine believing in yourself but not being able to make other believe, but you believe that you will be able to if you can just get in the right situation. You know you can do this, but you are close to broke, and you have a college degree and great resume going to waste. You don't have many friends, or REALLY know that many people for that matter, and you have minimal social rescources at your disposal to change this. You are locked in a tape vault 40 hours a week, at night, prime time. Prime time television is gone, the term "happy hour" pisses you off and slightly peeved becomes your normal with even the slightest good mood seeming like extasy(the state of being, not the drug). You know you have a bad attitude, but can't change it. Does that mean you are doomed? You think you will have a good attitude when things finally turn around, but know it's not that simple and that it starts within... yet, you are unhappy... but you know you are on the right track...