Sunday, February 27, 2011

I was typing in random blogspot addresses, to see which ones were taken. "thedailygrowler" was already taken, as were "thedailygrowl", "lol", "rofl", "omg", and "omgwtfbbq." For "invu" there were only two entries, both from October, 2001. The 'About Me' says Abby, and in the two entries she talks about wanting to go exploring, but it's too cold outside. I clicked the 'View My Complete Profile' link.

Total profile views: 1

(Since 2001?  That can't be right.)

I hit refresh.

Total profile views: 2.

Clearly nobody envies Abby.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

I was watching a "Wallander" DVD with a small group of people. At one point Wallander (Kenneth Branagh) pursues some suspects into some thick fog. During a pause someone's voice, very quietly but very clearly, says "I need you to call his cell phone." A moment later Wallander's cell phone goes off.

We had the English subtitles on, and I found it odd that this line hadn't been included. After the episode concluded, I asked everyone in the room if they'd heard the line. No one had. My roommate rewound to the scene, turned the volume up, and after a few times everyone else heard it as well.

Apropos of nothing, I get unusually sensitive when I hear people talking about me behind my back or from another room, regardless of whether it's positive or negative.

Friday, February 25, 2011

A sure sign that your life is going downhill is when you're buying all your food at the gas station.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

On December 9th I was grabbing a meal at a cafe on 42nd street.  I decided to sit at one of the entrance-side tables, which were mostly empty except for one corner table where a man was talking on his cell-phone.  Something about his posture suggested he wanted his phone conversation to be kept somewhat discreet.  He was talking about a show of his; that it opened on January 11th; that ticket sales were going well, and in fact they had sold a million dollars' worth of tickets after the CBS special aired.  And although he never once mentioned the show by name, I realized by now he worked on "Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark."

He sounded like he was coordinating travel plans, and when mentioning his show he would phrase it like: "My show opens on the 11th," rather than going with the more casual "We open on the 11th."  It was as though he were talking to a grandparent about some logistics, and wanted to keep things as basic and clear as possible.  Because if he said "We open on the 11th," a grandparent might be confused about whom the "we" refers to.  Presently he got up and spent the rest of the time pacing to and fro beside the tray and drink stations. 

I wanted to say something to him before leaving.  Saying "good luck" is considered bad etiquette in theater.  And it didn't even occur to me to say "break a leg," probably since I assumed he wasn't a performer.  So when I tossed away my trash and Snapple bottle I got his attention and said "I hope you guys do well," and he seemed to appreciate it.   

If I could see any show on Broadway right now, Spider-Man would probably be my second choice.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

I've read only one truly great blog over the last couple years.  Upon discovering it, I read the entire archive in about a week.  It's been dormant for a couple years, and its main contributor now has a Twitter account, on which he uses about half his posts to promote his NBC show.   

By comparison, I'm only going to mention my studio's DVD once. 
Check it out:

Monday, February 21, 2011

On Friday evening I was nearly back to my apartment, after getting off at Union Square and walking the 10 blocks and badly needing to use the bathroom the entire way.  At the last crosswalk a girl remarked:  "Is that legal?...I wonder if that's legal?" There was an open sewer cover, and one guy was climbing down as another was still standing on the surface.

The girl sounded drunk, and I didn't think she warranted a serious response. "It's legal if they work for the city," I declared.

One of the guys turned and said "Sure it is," with a smile.

The girl kept talking about random stuff as I navigated my way through the slush puddles.

But now I wonder what the guys were doing down there?

Sunday, February 20, 2011

There sure do seem to be a lot of planes and helicopters today.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

A guy at work asked whether I had just bought a Nook, because the box for one was lying next to my book bag. 

I replied, "No, no, I just stole the box."

The thing is, I actually had just stolen the box out of some curbside trash, since I was going to be mailing something via FedEx later and needed a case.

I wonder if he assumed I was being sarcastic?

Friday, February 18, 2011

The new editing format makes time-stamps automatic, rather than setting them to the time when you originally started the post.  That's convenient, since before I would have to copy-and-paste any drafts into a new window. 

Thursday, February 17, 2011

I went to a Chris Jericho book signing today, conveniently located only three blocks from my studio. When I settled into line, there were only three people behind me: A plain-looking guy with a hot girlfriend (It was obvious she had been dragged to this signing; he opened his copy and was pointing out certain wrestlers to her along with their significance; and she pointed out that Jericho had frosted tips.), and the last person in line was a black dude.

That black dude was so lucky. I didn't have anything particular to say to Chris besides the little "Thanks, nice to meet you," and I anticipated he was tired by this point. But if I had been last in line, and Chris signed my book and it was clear that--phew!--the work was over for now, then I would have felt more comfortable engaging in a little small talk. Like: "So, what are you doing after this? Would you be interested in seeing a production studio?" I don't know if my co-workers would even know who Chris Jericho was. But, suffice to say, he was dressed like Bon Jovi (well, my conception of Bon Jovi), with a sleeveless shirt and massive arms and shoulders. He would stand out.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

 I've felt increasingly guilty ever since February 9th. I woke up around 5 A.M. and realized I had fallen asleep the night before without making a post. So I quickly wrote up a post that I had been contemplating around 10 P.M.--the Matthew Broderick one--and edited the time-stamp to make it appear like it was posted on February 8th.

I'm ambivalent about that nap. On the one hand, that nap made me miss my quota. But on the other hand, naps are so tasty.

The bottom line is that my nemesis Conan O'Brien is still making one tweet per day, and if I'm going to beat his streak, I need to be completely honest. The last day he missed was December 11th (coincidentally, one day after I began my first streak), and maybe he'll skip next December 11th, too. Or maybe he'll just miss a day. But who knows, this guy could end up being the Cal Ripken, Jr. of twitter posts.

So I skipped my post yesterday, and am starting a new streak today. That way, my February 9th alteration will be reflected in my overall statistics. Since December 10th, I've posted on sixty-five days and missed four days, for a completion rate of 94.2%

[If you missed February 8th, and you skipped yesterday, wouldn't that technically mean you missed five days, rather than four?]

(Shut up! It means exactly what I say it means.)

Since December 10th, my completion rate is 94.2%.

Monday, February 14, 2011

A little boy on the street pointed far away and said, "Look at that spiderweb!"

'That must be a big-ass spiderweb,' I thought. I turned around, and one of the taller trees had been strewn with toilet paper. It did kind of look like a spiderweb.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

There's one point in the "Written in the Stars" music video when the main singer temporarily goes into reverse. It sounds randomly thrown in. But then I checked the timer, and it occurs at the midway point of the song. (It's actually one second early.) So I wonder if it's meant to occur at the exact midway the dividing point between when the universe stops expanding and begins contracting?

Saturday, February 12, 2011

When the train is approaching my stop, all you see at first is a thin line of light moving along the top of the far rail. So if you fell onto the tracks, and saw that line of light approaching, it would probably induce the same effect as if a spider were rapidly crawling towards you.

I mean, I would probably be more nervous about an impending subway car than a spider, but I'd probably move just as fast in response to either of them.

Friday, February 11, 2011

A man on the subway this morning was slouching to the extreme degree, with his ass on the edge of the seat and his legs stretched out. He had the posture you might adopt when coming home late at night feeling tipsy, and the entire subway car is empty, and you think to yourself, "What mess have I gotten myself into now?" But he was impeccably dressed, and his clothes were wrinkle-free.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

The streets by Astor Place have an odd layout, and at times it seems like some of those streets get about as much traffic as a suburban cul-de-sac.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

A college-aged kid was walking down the street, and he remarked to the girl with him: "That crosswalk sign is one of the most racist things I've ever seen. Red man: Stop! White man: Go!"

This is what I dislike about the snow. It narrows the sidewalks, forcing everyone to walk slower, and forcing you to listen to people's observations about the heretofore unrecognized racism of crosswalk signs.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The cashier at Trader Joe's mentioned I look like Matthew Broderick, which is the first time in a couple years I've gotten that comparison.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Now I will definitely need to change the title of this blog. A friend is encouraging me to come out for practice with a Brooklyn-based rugby team, which means that if a potential teammate sees this blog, his first thought will probably be: "Eh? What's the deal? Is this guy supposed to be really good?" (Imagine, also, that he has an Irish accent.)

The truth is, I am neither awesomely bad enough nor good enough to merit "try-stopper" as an appropriate nickname (especially if I give it to myself), much like how "Slugger" makes sense either for Jose Canseco or for Little Jimmy, but probably not for a collegiate player.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Saturday, February 5, 2011

For the second time yesterday I saw somebody on the downtown 6 train purposefully stay on past the Brooklyn Bridge stop. They were both young-looking, too. Maybe this is like Super Mario Bros., and they know a trick for accessing a secret level.

Friday, February 4, 2011

One of the psychology tests that has always puzzled me is the "name as many boys' names as you can in two minutes" test. First I begin with all the "A" names, then all the "B" names, usually getting at most three or four names per letter. Then I tire of this and switch to Presidents, but once I reach "John Quincy Adams" I realize too many of these names repeat. Then I try classmates. But the names tend to repeat after a while. Then I try infields. (Alex, Derek, Robinson, Mark, Mike, Lowell, Dustin, Kevin....) But this gets tricky, because the Red Sox keep switching their shortstop.

After thinking this over, I'm concluded the fastest way for rattling off boys' names is to create alphabetical chains.

Start with three letters:
Ari, Bob, Cid, Dan, Eli, Fry, Gus, Hal, Ira, Joe, Kal, Leo, Moe, Ned, Ox, Pat, Rob, Sam, Ted, Wes, Zod

Then four lettes:
Adam, Bill, Chad, Dave, Evan, Fred, Greg, Hugh, Ivan, Jake, Kyle, Luke, Mike, Nate, Otto, Paul, Ross, Stan, Theo, Whit, Zeus

Then five letters:
Aiden, Byron, Caleb, Dylan, Emory, Frank, Gavin, Harry, Isaac, Jerry, Kerry, Larry, Merry, Nolan, Orion, Perry, Roger, Steve, Trent, Wally, Zemus


You commit each of these to memory, like the script for a play. And maybe once you reach 8-letter chains, you can go back and do more 4- and 5-letter chains. The trick is to make sure the names in each chain kind of flow together, so that you can keep the entire chains separate in your head.

Now that I've got a potential solution, it occurs to me that maybe the point of the test isn't to see how many names the patient can provide. Maybe the purpose is simply to analyze the patient's train of thought. In which case my psychologist would conclude, "This guy doesn't lay down for puzzles."

Thursday, February 3, 2011

I got to use one of my business cards for the first time ever today at a Chipotle restaurant.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Earlier this evening I was double-checking the initial estimated budget for a New York / L.A. shoot, and for a while felt like one of those old-timey accountants, punching in numbers on a calculator and scribbling little notes here and there with my pen.

But then I thought of the movie "Vanya on 42nd street", and how at the end of the movie Vanya and his family are hunched over a table at nighttime, reviewing sheets of accounts. What were they double-checking on those sheets of paper, anyway? It always seemed vague and somewhat perplexing how these charactes from 100 years ago could get so focused on these numbers for forty straight years, and have their lives eventually become consumed. (Of course, I've only been at my job a few weeks, whereas several of the staff have been there for years.) Maybe independent production studios are the modern-day equivalent of Vanya's house.

And the sisters who keep repeating "Let's go to Moscow. I really want to go to Moscow," would be the P.A.'s and interns who say, "Let's make a film. I have an idea for a film. We should go out and make it." And who knows if the film ever gets made.

I realize I'm mixing up my plays, but it's the same writer in both cases.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

I recently noticed that, if I stand on my bed, I can clearly view the top of the Empire State Building.

Naturally, the first thing I wondered was, "If a fire broke out at the top of the Empire State Building, and if I were Spider-Man, how long would it take me to swing up there?"

You've got to plan for these sort of things ahead of time.