A Darkness Has Fallen

Yes, LA is black. Dark, dreary, windy and wet. Nobody is on the street, the patios are empty. Don't try driving because people are angry and upset and they will take it out on you.

Speaking of empty, Campbell - our one man show temporary roommate - took a bus to Staples Center yesterday (to see the Kings get pummeled by the Sharks). The bus went straight through downtown and to his utter bemusement - the place was abandoned. No stores, no Starbucks, no iPhones, hardly any cars. Nothing. Just big buildings and empty streets. Someone told there are some thirty thousands homeless wondering around downtown LA. They must have all been hiding from the rain.

Back here at the ranch it was laundry day and as we maneuvered around the puddles in the laundry room my eye caught an off-white coupe driving out of the garage. Yesterday we decided to look under the canopy of the mystery car we supposed might be Sir Ben's. We were a little disappointed to find no Porche, no Ferrari or Maserati. Just a white T-Bird. Still a hell of a nice car. Maybe Ben likes T-Birds. Anyway, there was the car driving away and I leaped forward to see who was driving... but it was through the gate in a flash. I ran forward - just a glimpse - it turned the corner - gone. Later the car was parked again, this time uncovered. Could Ben be back?

Now that Elena (who I failed to mention is our hairdresser/friend from Vancouver), after a successful Golden Globe party crash - has gone back with Paul Armstrong and Karin to Vancouver, things are a lot quieter here and we have settled into our routines.

Campbell has been working with Larry Gilman on his new show "Bag of Suck". J is working hard on her music, getting back in shape for performance - and I am finishing off a final draft of "Hot For Nirvana" to be submitted to my producer and distributor in Canada ASAP. Today C & I have a meeting with Dan Fauci to talk about how to pitch our TV Series "Touchy Feely". My agent called and I have to tape an audition for a small part in a Seth Rogan comedy - shooting in Vancouver of course. Maybe I'll see you all sooner than later.

But oh, how different LA is in this rain! It's the largest rainfall in 29 years and the city can't handle it. Everything is overflowing and gushing and there is fear of big mud slides in the hills. LA LA Land is drowning.

We have become the official complainers of the building. That's right, the Canadians! No one else has bothered to notify the office about the crappy dryers in the laundry room. You put in a dollar and you get sixty minutes of lame, luke warm tumbling. Yesterday Campbell spent almost the entire day in and out of there - switching clothes between machines desperate for some semblance of dryness. We complained and the laundry co. was summoned. A very surly guy came and ripped everything apart and sure enough, they were totally clogged up and the belts were toast. A lady said they hadn't worked in months. Now the whole room is out of order. But something is being done. You want to get action - ask a Canadian.

While Campbell was doing his day of hell in the laundry room, he saw the white TBird drive in and park. Here was the big moment of truth. Sure enough, a British Man emerged. But he was not bald and he was not Ben Kingsley.

A biker sat next to me at Starbucks and seeing that I was working on a script started to ask me about screenplay software. He has stories - needs to write them. He does special skill riding in a TV show but thinks he should be hired as an actor. Everyone is going for it here.