Alright - first
things first: This is not my dog. LOL. This is a big
entry, and it's kinda cute how the title has a double
entendre, but make no mistake - this is not my dog. I
ended up dog-sitting for a couple of days (more on
that in a bit) and made a video:
Cute little
bugger. Surprisingly playful and not annoying like
most dogs I've hung out with that size. Although - it
sure barks up a storm if it hears something. Scared
the SHIT out of CeBe one time when she was sniffing
her and she just decided to bark. LOL. Anyway - onto
the meat:
Finally releasing
the 2 big entries. First up:
The absolute
emotional peak of the entire journey. The biggest
break, the most clear moment of knowing "I'm getting
my shot... the rest is gravy" I've ever had. And then
the video. Wow. I'd post it here, but you really have
to go through all of 895 to get it. Absolutely huge. A
moment I never want to shortchange. I've never been
prouder of this project than "895". And holy shit,
Comedy Central, wow. Then the following
entry:
...and a first
look at the Paradigm Agency and an absolutely
head-spinning entry. All of this then off to the rest
of the world?!!? The craziest 48 hour period in my
life. Bar none. And finally it's open...
...so why now?
'Cause it really is all happening. There's no reason
to hide about it. Weller/Grossman and I are producing
this show for Comedy Central - and it was Comedy
Central's idea. Nothing more surreal than walking
into that meeting and them knowing my shit already.
Now the next
question has to be:
SO WHAT'S HAPPENING?!?!?! Well, contract
stuff is happening and my agent just got back from a
week long vacation today. Waiting to hear back from
her at which point we will be able to sit down and
look through everything with a fine-toothed comb. It's
all about protecting my interests and this is actually
the most important and crucial moment of this process.
What we agree on now, follows us for the life of the
show. I can't begin to express how appreciative I am
that I have an agency of their stature looking out for
my best interests. I'm fortunate beyond
belief...
...in all levels.
Don't for one second think the recent Donna surreality
has me down. It doesn't. My heart goes out to her, my
love for her has always extended well beyond her
actions. There are no conditions on that love. She is
in a really bad place and trying to do what she thinks
is right to survive. I pray she finds her way, and I
rest EASY knowing I did everything humanly
possible - and truth be told? Went so beyond what most
men would do? That I'm not sure I'm prouder of any
period of my life as a friend/husband/man. That's why
the entries about her are no longer going to be
locked. I have every right to say what happened to me,
and will no longer protect someone who slaps me in the
face. I have to stand up for myself. But make no
mistake, this isn't getting me down in the least. I
don't focus on things I have no control over.
Simple as that.
And finally on the
little dog (whose name is Bella). Yes, I'm a bit of a
sucker. A friend needed some help and I offered
almost immediately without thinking twice. Which
means... I had to guard this little bitch with
the Heisman Trophy pose for a few days while CeBe
tried to eat her. (sigh). I'd let her down and CeBe
just followed her like crazy... obsessed with every
movement. I mean think of it from her perspective. I
just shaved her so horribly she looks like a friggin'
LAMB - so she's already self-conscious, and then
I bring in a CUTER dog? Yeah, she's eatin'
that bitch. But what I initially thought was CeBe
trying to bite her - was CeBe doing the same thing she
does with Roxy when they play: biting the backs of her
legs... but on Bella? How do you do that? It ended up
being really cute because CeBe really was just trying
to play, but was scared of hurting her. That all
finally changed today and now they're running all over
the house playing...
...but
I still won't let them hang out unsupervised. And
I'm sure Bella's mommy appreciates that. :-)
Thankfully she's back tomorrow.
Alright -
hopefully I have news on the first production
meeting tomrrow. Giddy-up.
