It was populated with what Bart refers to them as "Hipster Doofuses", little guys with the tight pinstriped pants, sideburns, and Tom Landry hats. If I hadn't met all the same people at 100 times at underground film functions in Chicago I'd chalk them up to eccentric L.A. people, because L.A.'s so weird, but no, they're just Rusty Nails with a different Ramones patch. Actually, the Rusty Nails of Los Angeles introduced himself to my outside in-between features. He was trying to hard with the look and said "Hi my name's Tom Murder." It's so funny when indies give themselves fake names. Maybe it was Adam Death, or Rob Graverob, hey that one's kind of clever. Let me go get a jeans jacket, some pins, and a Rancid patch and I'll be right back.
Is my temp agency between a Ferarri Dealership and a Lexus Dealership?
Yeah, and if you walk past Brillstein-Grey Entertainment or the ICM building, you've gone too far. I went a temp agency yesterday that does only movie industry staffing, I put all of you as references, so if they call, be sure to tell them how frequently I update my blog and how often I link to your blogs, like constantly. Yes it was in Beverly Hills and yes it was between Ferrari and Lexus dealerships. One rumor that's true, besides the amazing weather. is that there's a lot of rich motherfuckers here, and it's very humiliating waiting for a city bus in front of a Lotus Dealership. You've never felt poorer when walking past a Lotus Dealership.
Looks like it transforms into Bumblebee, doesn't it?
But, once off the street, the temp office looked like a temp office, the woman who helped me, the office manager, was the sweetest woman ever and looked like she was from Wisconsin, normal people. I knew they were staffing for the American Film Market, the world's biggest independent film marketplace. So I practically begged because I've wanted to go to the AFM since I started reading about it ten years ago, she liked that I was the one temp she's met that was excited about being staffed at the AFM. Which is where I'm headed now. On a bus. For three hours. Sigh. Gonna have to get a car. I can hear Kate's "I told ya so's" shouted like Crazy Aunt Judy through the fiberoptic lines right now. The sound of members of Schadenfreude exchanging $20 bets accompanies it.
Okay, gotta go, gotta go check Lloyd Kaufman in, by the beach in Santa Monica.
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