Know Your Opus
Think you know me? Huh? Well then
take the Opus quiz and see just how you fare!
--opus
posted by opus at
10:20 AM
Hired!
Well just when I thought Hollywood had finally wised up, I turn around and land me another job. Granted, it's a short-term thing, only a few weeks long... but it has the possibility of turning into something bigger. It's a new show for SpikeTV that's being sponsored by Mt. Dew. I really picked the wrong year to give up caffeine.
I get the disctinct feeling I'm going to be writing a lot of "men's humor" which involves a lot of things blowing up, and boobies. But not boobies blowing up, that's just sick. Or perhaps... just perhaps... it's the future of comedy.
Watch out basic cable, I'm back with a vengance!
--opus
posted by opus at
4:15 PM
A True Thing That Happened A Year Or So Ago
I was in the line for the ATM at a local Hollywood shopping and movie plaza. Behind me is Leonardo DiCaprio. Suddenly he rushes over and stands directly to my left.
"Some woman over there keeps trying to take my picture," He says to me. I don't know how to respond. I sort of wish he asked me first before he decided I would be his human shield. There is a woman, she has a camera, and despite my overall opaqueness, she is still snapping away.
Leo is playing with something. "What's that you have there?" I ask, seeing as we're now close buddies who do favors for one another like block each other from cameras.
"It's a wind-up radio" he grumbles, as he winds it.
"Oh, that's useful. Because batteries are so scarce these days." I say.
He grunts something and goes back to winding. He doesn't want to talk to me at all. I thought we were pals, but apparently, we're not. He would just as soon have hid behind a pole (archectural or cultural).
And I thought we had something together. Ah well. And ladies, stop swooning, the guy looks like he's 13, for crying out pete. If you don't trust me, find the photos that lady took. He's the guy cowering behind the Opus.
--opus
posted by opus at
1:46 PM
So cold...
If anybody knows of a cure for the common cold, let me know. Just not the one with the leeches. I tried that, and it just makes me all dizzy from lack of blood. Then I spin around and it's really fun. Then, mostly vomiting.
--opus
posted by opus at
1:36 PM
Me and a portrait of me done by my friend David Bekerman.
posted by opus at
6:22 PM
Birthday Joys, Birthday Woes
Friday was my birthday. Perhaps you noticed the hourlong celebrity-studded tributes on all three major broadcast networks. I was particularly fond of Tyne Daley's rendition of "Happy Birthdad To You" myself.
But for my nearby friends, the best way to celebrate was my birthday party. I had some people over my friend Omar's house, since his is much more spacious and lovely than mine, and more condusive to loud raucus fun times. I bought chips, and dips, and my liquor store working friend Grant provided the gift of alchohol. We were all set.
It was a great night - a little crazier than anticipated. I had invited a few friends over, and apparently, the word got out. So there were people I didn't even know there... not that I cared. I was getting hugs left and right, flirting with anything in a skirt (good thing I don't know any scotsmen), and swimming in presents. I got DVDs, candy, books, CDs, and a portrait of myself by my good friend Bekerman. I was a happy camper.
Until the party wore down, though. That's when I discovered that some nasty rascals threw water on the situation by absconding with stuff. They stole a few of Omar's DVDs and the camera I was borrowing from my little brother to document the occasion. Add it up, and I'm deep in the red for this birthday, having to repay for n'er-do-wells with sticky fingers. I don't blame my friends, I can't imagine them doing that. But friends-of-friends... i don't trust 'em.
Regardless, I had a lovely birthday, and thanks to all who sent me wishes of joy.
--opus
posted by opus at
1:53 PM
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