Tuesday, October 03, 2006

The Story of Me

I celebrated my 25th year of life last night. And by celebrate, I mean walking across the street to a dingy bar called Del's Saloon and weeping on the shoulder of my friend Mike. (Mike, your touch was soothing and tender. Ladies, get on that shit.) I will be having a little drunken get together of sorts this Saturday at a bar, so if you reside in LA, in the words of Notorious BIG, "tell your friends to get with my friends and we can be friends."

I've had a few drinks in me, so not sure how this post is gonna go, but I wanted to take the time to reflect.

It's odd when both friends and strangers read one's blog. On one hand, this is the only way I keep in touch with friends/acquaintances that I'd rather not speak to over the phone. On the other, I hesitate to update on personal things because I figure most of you "strangers" don't care. You're here for the free mp3s, and once you see long blocks of words without blue links, you won't be stopping back as often. And losing traffic makes me sad. I say "you", but what I really mean is "me," cause I do the same thing, "give me the free shit and leave the venting for your therapist." But you see, therapists are expensive.

By the way, my therapist says I overanalyze and talk too much. Throw in neediness, and I'm quite the catch. Luckily for me, there's a wonderful woman that is crazy enough to think so.

At any rate, here's my solution. I open this post with an mp3, and if you choose to read on, this song will serve as a fun, little soundtrack to this story. Here ya go:
"Keep It Together" - Guster [buy album]
*by the way, went to the guster show last weekend, amazing. check out the pics. review to follow.

Anyways, this is just my journey to where I am now. It's all about me, and some of you will find this overly self-indulgent. If you are one of these people, I do not care for you, I only care for me. But take everything with a grain of salt, I have no real experience, this is just the route I've taken as a baby writer.

DISCLAIMER: For a funnier, more concise, yet out-dated version of this story, check out my writing partner's blog. That being said, let me start at the beginning...

OCT. 2, 1981:
I'm born in Seoul, S. Korea... with a Jew-fro, foreshadowing all the Jewish friends I will make in my lifetime.

Let's move ahead a bit.

SEPT. 1999-MAY 2003:
I join a collegiate a cappella group. No one takes me seriously ever again.

I hate all my finance and business courses and approach my honors program counselor, when the following conversation ensues (seriously this conversation actually happened):

COUNSELOR: Sonny, you're really struggling with these courses. I'm afraid you're not quite cut out for the honors program.
ME: I know, I'm so sorry. I'm just not passionate about business.. I think I'm going down the wrong path.. I can't imagine being an investment banker. Can you please help me? You know, counsel me?

A few uncomfortable beats.

COUNSELOR: Um. What are you interested in?
ME: Honestly? I guess movies, music.. and God?
COUNSELOR: Have you considered seminary?
ME: Seriously?
COUNSELOR: Seriously.

I run outside and throw myself at oncoming traffic. I live. God exits.

MAY 2003:
I graduate from the University of Pennsylvania with a BA in Economics, pretty much wasting hundreds of thousands of dollars my parents sacrificed. Mom, that Porsche is on its way, I promise!

I spend the rest of the month networking and watching Swimming with Sharks. At one point, I even take a trip to LA, handing out resumes to every office on that stretch of road in Santa Monica. I take a picture with Ozzy Osbourne at a Coffee Bean. Much like Kelly Osbourne, I realize Ozzy's touch is not a fool-proof harbinger for success.

I have no health insurance. One day I begin coughing up blood. Pretty sure that's how Nicole Kidman died in Moulin Rouge, so I freak out. Med School Friend tells me it's probably walking pneumonia. Drug Friend hooks me up with antibiotics. I live. God exists.

JUNE 2003-DEC. 2003:
I wander like a nomad, moving to about 6 different apartments in 7 months. Two big low points happen during this period of time... let's pretend I'm a muppet. I most resemble Beaker.

Finally deciding to move to NY, I pack my Honda CRV full of most of my belongings. Before leaving, I decide to spend one night at my friend's apartment, parking my car right by her window. Keep in mind, earlier this week, I had my tires slashed, cell phone die, and was thus forced to take trains for every interview in NY. Anyways, my friend and I wake up the next morning/afternoon, jonesin' for some Wendy's. I walk to my car and notice one of my ties strewn about on the snow. Shit. Balls. The back window is shattered and everything in my car is missing. EVERYTHING. My Martin acoustic, my Gibson SG, my bag of important documents which included my diploma, my entire CD collection, they even took maps. I stand there in complete and utter shock.

No joke, it actually starts raining. My friend can attest to this. This is winter, mind you, so it was the kind of rain that hurts your face. We call 911, three hours later, nothing. It's not until 11 pm that night when campus police finally arrive to get a statement, where they essentially tell me they will be doing nothing to find my possessions.

I proceed to listen to the one CD the robbers left behind: Good Charlotte. Fine, I made this last part up. But they would have if I had owned Good Charlotte! Fine, I did own Good Charlotte and have since repurchased twelve copies, ensuring I will always be reminded that there are worse human beings out there.

I finally arrive in the great city of New York, park my car in a garage, and am billed the remaining amount left in my bank account.

One of the apartments I subletted was on the UES, where I lived with an older woman, who I will refer to from here on out as "Bitch." My sublet ended at the end of November, I had a place lined up in Brooklyn starting on December 1. I had planned on moving out of Bitch's apartment on December 1, we rarely communicated because she was a bitch, so I assumed this was fine. I come home from work on Nov. 30, and she tells me I have to move out that night since her boyfriend is moving in tomorrow afternoon. I ask her if I can please move out tomorrow morning, as I won't even have the keys to my new apartment until the next day. Bitch bitches as bitches do. I sigh. And begin getting everything I own together and packing it into my Honda CRV. At 2 am, I leave, never saying bye to Bitch, and drive around aimlessly. After witnessing what I'm pretty sure was a drug deal gone awry, I decide to just drive to my new place. It is locked. I park my car on the side of the road, take out a comforter, and shiver myself to sleep. Again, this was in December, so it was f-ing cold. If symptoms of hypothermia are shitting and pissing yourself, then I had hypothermia.

MARCH 2004:
I begin the NBC Page Program. Pretty much the happiest time of my life. Met some life-long friends, amazing memories, smiles all around. I could tell a million stories, but I think these pictures, and these pictures capture everything.

JULY 2004:
I begin working at the Today Show. The worst job of my life. Every day I came in at 1 pm and left around 1 am. Sometimes 5 am. Basically, the opposite schedule of every other soul in Manhattan, aside from the pimps and clockers... who are good people and have helped through many a rough nights, thank you pimps and clockers, I salute you. I tried to make up for this by going out every day of the weekend and drinking myself silly. This did not make up for anything.

I also found myself becoming a horrible human being. The week that Terri Schiavo and the Pope both passed away, I angrily shook my head at God and made damn sure I got paid overtime, while the rest of the world solemnly mourned.

SEPT. 2004:
I'm driving home from the Today Show at 3 am over the Queens Borough Bridge. I ask the driver to stop. I step out, take a long, hard look at the water below. I step back inside and call my friend and fellow former Page, Pat Walsh, asking him if he wants to do something with our lives. We decide to write a pilot together about the Page Program.

OCT. 2004-SEPT. 2005:
A lot of drinking. A lot of ice cream. A lot of lonely nights watching the Notebook. We justify it by calling it "method writing." Our characters are tragic.

OCT. 2005:
Something spurs us to finally finish the pilot, an hour-long dramedy. We like it a lot. We pass it around to former Pages who are now climbing the ladders as assistants to more important ladder-climbers. People like it, people laugh, but many return with the common note of "you should make it a sitcom instead."

NOV. 2005:
We revise and package it into a sitcom, which actually did indeed make it much stronger. Through connections, the script ends up on the desk of a Development Exec at Network B. He reads it, likes it, but tells us it's not really in tone with Network B, and thinks Network F would probably love it. We rack our brains trying to find connections at Network F.

Two weeks later, we start getting congratulatory emails from friends with a Variety article attached. The article states that Network F has picked up a pilot of the exact same name and premise as ours. The kicker, this pilot was being produced by the studio of aforementioned Network B. We naturally wonder if anything shady is going on...

Fate steps in and a new co-worker starts at the Today Show, who used to work for the head of Network B, as well as the Head of Comedy at Network B Studios. She reads our pilot, loves it, and emails her former boss asking what's up. Former Boss says he's never heard of us of course, but trusts her judgment, and asks to read our pilot anyway.

We don't hear back from Former Boss.

JAN. 2006:
We make New Year's resolutions that are quickly broken. We also read that Former Boss has been promoted to head of Comedy Development at Network B. Hmm.

FEB. 2006:
Former Boss calls us out of the blue, saying he finally read it and loved it. He asks if we have agents and other material. We lie and say we're 'working on other specs.' He kindly offers to introduce us to a handful of agents he personally recommends. We rejoice for a good minute, then realize we have to start those "other specs."

Above agents read our material, love it and schedule meetings.

MARCH 2006:
Pat and I fly out to Los Angeles to meet with these agencies.

At the rental car station, we excitedly tell the counter lady why we're in town, she smiles and says "well you guys seem fun, let's upgrade you to a convertible, no extra charge." Expecting a Ford Mustang, Pat and I high-five and yell "Look out, City of Angels!"

We find ourselves cruising down Wilshire in a Chrysler PT Cruiser. Senior citizens laugh at us as we drive by.

Meetings go extremely well, we get a handful of offers by the end of the week, we decide to go with the William Morris Agency, we get a set tour of the OC. We ride down Wilshire singing Californiaaaa, Californiaaaaaaa, here we-

Senior Citizens continue to point and laugh.

APRIL 2006:
Staffing season begins. Pat and I fly out again to LA for a week of executive meetings. They go extremely well, with execs making praising calls to our agents that people "work all their lives to hear."

Bags of money/women are assured in our futures. Plans are made to move out to the coast with the mostest.

MAY 2006:
I'm again packing everything I own into my trusty Honda CRV. This time covering all my belongings with a blanket. Yep, that'll stop 'em.

I drive cross-country, throw open my apartment door as a perfect breeze blows through my hair. I still have all my belongings. Ah, good times ahead.

Weeks go by, we don't hear from our agents. Panic sets in, sweating problem begins, buckets of Xanax are bought.

Finally, our agents call to tell us that this season didn't quite go as planned. Comedy is dead. I shove my head into the above bucket of Xanax.

JUNE 2006-SEPT. 2006:
As Elton once said, "it's the circle of life and it moves us all." Well, it's moved me to a new city, same point.

I find myself again with no health insurance. I sleep on an AeroBed that deflates through the night, causing me to wake up every night at 4 am to re-inflate. My roommate's girlfriend hears this every night and sympathetically brings me her foldable army cot.

The heat wave hits Los Angeles, breaking records left and right. I sweat out my soul on the new army cot and somehow get bronchitis. I freak out. Drug Friend hooks me up with antibiotics. I live. God exists.

Pat and I decide to bring on a manager from Principato-Young. He also quickly becomes a great friend.

Through random connections, we meet with a semi-known Actor in Asian circles. He hires us to write his passion project, a gritty drama of sorts. We toss our comedy hats to the side and shake hands. We realize that we will not get paid until much later and our handshake grows very weak.

We spend the rest of our days temping, writing, drinking... and repeat.

OCT. 2006:
And we wait.

We've finished the above work-for-hire movie. We wait for our check.
We've finished an original comedy feature (by we, I mean Pat, he did 99% of the work). We wait for money, cash, hoes/rejection.
We wait for next staffing season.

I wait for the hangover that will follow this night of drinking.

At the end of the day though, I'm actually optimistic. I'm grateful to have agents and a manager, grateful to have our first movie project actually be in development, grateful to have a hilarious writing partner, grateful for amazing friends, grateful for the coolest blog readers in the internetiverse. You guys rock my socks for reading this blog.

Things may be turning a corner. I'm getting a glorious pillow-top queen-sized bed this Friday, two good friends from NY are in town this Saturday for the birthday throwdown, and we start hearing back from studios about this comedy feature in the next two weeks or so.

I recently watched this high school graduation speech given by Conan O'Brien, and it reminded me to keep having my silly pipe dreams, and that many have already come to fruition.

I hope this was as therapeutic for you as it was for me. Leave a comment. Love you, mean it.

In the words of Guster, "let's keep it together, can we keep it together. we're singing a new song now, and everything starts today."

...to be continued...

OCT. 6, 2006:
I receive a pillow-top, queen-sized Serta bed for a wicked price from the Mattress Store. I don't wake for 36 hours.

OCT. 7-13, 2006:
Friends from NY visit. I throw a birthday party. I realize I have more friends in LA than I had thought, the ice around my heart slowly thaws. Check out the pics. Many drinks were had, I don't wake for 36 hours.

Upon waking, I find positive news arriving on the writing front. My writing partner and I are in the process of pitching a movie to my old boss, he liked one of our ideas, so talks are continuing. We've also begun to hear back on our comedy feature and pilot floating around town. The thing about this industry is that it is so rare for someone to read something and say "here is a bazillion dollars." Everything revolves around meetings. The meetings aren't relevant either. It's pretty much like dating. Forty-five minutes of trying to charm their pants/wallets off, not listening to a word they say while coming up with your next hilarious anecdote.. and sweating profusely. The positive: people are liking our stuff, the meetings are rolling in, and it's getting a little chillier in LA. Charming people's pants off happens to be our forte too. Only in this realm though, in the dating world, the pants stay firmly on. Damn you, pants. So say a little prayer for us.

...to be continued...


Blogger jules said...

First of all, Happy Birthday.

And secondly, never say the words "it couldn't get any worse". (you may think them, but don't say them outloud).

Lastly, thank you for the "journey so far". I found your blog sometime last year because of the grey's music links, but I have enjoyed your ramblings and writings as well. Now that i know your story, it'll be easier to follow.


6:39 AM  
Blogger Scribe LA said...

Thanks for sharing the story of you. Very entertaining and sad and pathetic at times - see Adaptation for appropriate afflection of sad and pathetic. Happy Birthday!
And even though things may be "taking forever" to come to fruition, at least there's the ocean to smile at or going to the Hollywood sign and writing a check to yourself a la Jim Carrey. You'll make it. I'll make it. And what a ride it is/will be.

9:29 AM  
Anonymous mary said...

I love the story! A lot of your experiences may have sucked at the time, but think about how much more approachable they make you as a writer! And think about all the good material you have for your future scripts. Like they always say -- truth is stranger than fiction.

Oh, and I think you're pretty darn special. ;)

10:33 AM  
Blogger Nicholas J. Robinson said...

Good read and Happy birthday. I had one of those AeroBeds that deflated too. Thing sucked. I feel your pain. Like really, I feel. My back is totally fucked.

10:35 AM  
Blogger kavina said...

would you punch me if i said your life is absolutely spectacular - filled with stories to tell and moments to AVOID reliving? i think so.
that was an awesome read!
i, for one, like it when you post something of the blog-sort with you "OMGOSH-FREE-MUSIC"-ness. it makes it more worthwile coming here and finding something of substance...but maybe that's just me 'eh?

10:40 AM  
Blogger kavina said...

P.S. happy happy HAPPY birthday to someone that truly deserves it! hope you got completely drunk and ate lots of cake (what else are birthdays for?)!!
25 is a big one. don't be sad about it until you reach 31. THEN, you can cry like a baby.
bye mr. birthday man!


10:43 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy birthday! Things will look up. I have no doubt that you're going to find something that makes you happy and will cover any medical expenses. It's only good karma since you make me look cooler than I actually am. People now think I actually know stuff about music. Which isn't hard for an opera major, but still. You keep me sane.

11:25 AM  
Blogger Captain Oats said...

Hey jules, thanks for the comment, much appreciated. I agree, the phrase "it couldn't get any worse," is just a springboard for more bad things. glad you enjoyed the read..

Hi Scribe LA, sucks that you'll be out of town this Sat! I love Adaptation.. such a good movie. If I wrote myself a check, it'd probably bounce. And that would be a new low.

Hiya Mary, I think YOU're pretty darn special. Can't wait to talk to ya later!

Hey Nicholas, AeroBeds SUCK, don't they? My back is fucked too. I dread going to bed at night. But I'm getting a pillow-top, queen-sized bed this Friday, I will not wake for days.

Hey Kavina, thanks for the comments! I'm glad you enjoyed the read... yeah, all in all, I'm definitely glad all of the above happened. It does make for good stories. When's your birthday?

Hey Anon, thanks! Opera major eh? Impressive. I believe in karma.

1:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ok so i have to admit that i'm definately one of those that was like "oh cool free music yay!", and i was this close to passing by ur ramblings, but then after reading the first bit i got hooked, everyone has an amazing story, and urs no less is pure movie material, (except in my version he makes it in the end,) and by the way, u know the saying "it always works out in the end, and if it hasnt worked out yet that means that good things are yet to come"? yeah, totally true, .....heres to hoping that with a new year in ur life new opportunities come ur way! keep us posted!

2:37 PM  
Blogger Scribble94 said...

I spent a year sleeping on a foam mat on the floor. Plus no A/C. Good luck with all your projects.

3:30 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

happy birthday! I hope things go well for you in LA - I'll have fingers crossed.

4:05 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Captain Oats:

Happy Birthday. I love to read your writings and steal your music. How blessed you are to be following your dreams. You have your foot in the doorway and that is half the battle. Hopefully you will look back at these moments and laugh!

B. Shea
P.S. Please add Nip/Tuck's music to your postings!

5:56 PM  
Blogger Captain Oats said...

Hi Anon, appreciate your comment! I hope I make it in the end of my story too. =)

Hey Scribble, no a/c sucks. Thanks for the comment!

Hi Anon, I appreciate the crossing of the fingers. Throw in the toes too please?

Hey B. Shea, thanks for the kind words!

To all, upon reading all your wonderful comments, I decided to put a more optimistic spin to the end of this post. Hope you enjoy!

7:31 PM  
Anonymous Ami said...

Good read. I like the part where you said, "movies, music, and God". Wish I have the courage to say that to myself, and pursue work in the area I really love.

And happy 25th birthday!

7:32 PM  
Anonymous Megan said...

Wow, what a great story. Just think, some day when youve finally made it and are rightly famous you will get to tell this story to Conan O'Brien and millions of viewers.

Keep on keepin' on! And Happy Birthday my fellow Libra. :)

7:43 PM  
Anonymous Jessica said...

My dear Captain Oats,

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY! I (heart) you more than usual in honour of the occasion. And I've been quite fond of you lately with the Musical Monday and Friday and all that.

Just so you know I do read every single thing you blog - sometimes not right away (like on tonight since I'm on my way out so I'll read your life story later - promise).

Anyways hope the year brings success, happiness, and tons of awesome music!


8:13 PM  
Blogger Hetero-Erotica said...

Captain Oats,
I stumbled across your blog last week while looking for some MP3. Oddly enough, I can't remember anymore. As I scanned through old posts, I discovered that this is a new blog to check daily (I have about 10 on the list). Similar writing style and sense of humor. After reading this latest post, I have to say that we're twins. Separated at birth. Granted, I'm not Korean...but we're the same age, we have the same exact interests (movies, music and God...kinda), and we both turned 25 this year. It's like a mirror!

You've done what I haven't been able to yet, and that's to just pick up and leave. I want to finish college first, and I'm going to do it with a degree in Scriptwriting. Then I'm going to struggle, and it really does help to HEAR people struggle rather than turning a blind eye to the inevitable. I mean all you want to really do if latch on to success stories and pray that you're one of them. So I thank you for your journey thus far. I look forward to hearing more about your adventures in life.
If you've got time, please visit my ugly film/TV blog which I'm currently trying to revamp at http://heteroerotica.blogspot.com/
Happy birthday, hope to keep in touch.

8:52 PM  
Anonymous Natalie said...

First off, Happy Birthday! Good to know you're out there enjoying your birthday week and drinking it up...I found this blog sometime last year and I've always loved the fact that you're a "baby-writer" as you've termed yourself, it's what's kept me coming back...As an English/Psych major (crazy me) I love hearing what other writers are doing and this is where I find out what you actually write which sounds awesome...I hope one day to be able and pack up just like you did, but until this degree is within my hands I'm stuck....

So good luck with everything, happy birthday and thanks for a truly entertaining blog! The life story was great!

3:05 PM  
Anonymous raynp said...

Well Happy (now belated) Birthday Baby Writer!!

Just so you know..I read this whole post as I do always even if I don't download the MP3's...so please know you do write interesting posts! I enjoy your writing and your I think you have good taste and a good eye/ear for entertainment.

And hey wouldn't you rather have this awesome narrative of how you waited out your dreams (hypothermia and bad back included) rather than how you gave up on your dreams, or even had never tried!

So in the illustrious words of Stuart Smiley...You are good enough, you are smart enough and doggonit, people like you!!

3:05 PM  
Anonymous Marie said...

Happy birthday.
Thanks for sharing, love your blog.
Fingers crossed for all your dreams.

3:46 PM  
Anonymous Jonathan said...

It can't be easy to pack your worldly possessions into your little Honda and start an uninsured life in LA, with the dream of making it in the cutthroat TV industry. Most of us don't have the guts to follow our (silly pipe) dreams. Many of us are married to the Bitch, be it our wives or jobs, although I'll hasten to add that in my case it's the latter (lawyer). Either things will work, or they won't, but you'll never die wishing you'd tried. Good for you.

9:25 PM  
Anonymous JoyfulGirl said...

Hey Captain Oats,

Happy birthday! I will also admit to being a musical monday addict, but I also read your blogging as well. I have my Tivo set to record all episodes of Scrubs that it comes across, and after watching 4 or 5 in a row, your whole life story strikes me as something that would totally happen on that show...particularly your possessions getting stolen- very Elliot Reid. Anyway, I know the joys of being uninsured and poor. Have you considered food stamps? I was on them for a year in D.C. when I was making poverty wages with AmeriCorps, and let me tell you, it was awesome. Not sure what the social services are like in southern CA, but it's a thought. Anyway, thanks for the life story. You rock.

9:32 PM  
Anonymous Ryzil said...

Happy Birthday. Good luck with all the balls in the air. Have a wonderful year.


5:13 AM  
Blogger flick said...

Capt. Oats,

Just spent way too much time looking at all those pics from the olden times. Life was so much simpler then, huh? Great, now I'm getting all misty-eyed at 3 in the afternoon in one of my workplace's abandoned offices.

Honestly, Happy Birthday. You should be exstatic and thrilled that at 25 your pipe dreams have become not so silly after all. Wish I was heading to LA to celebrate.


P.S. Do you realize one of those pics is at the gravesite of a fake character from Catch 22? Weird.

12:18 PM  
Anonymous Erica said...

Happy birthday, Captain Oats!

Just want to let you know that I'm still a fan. (whoa, sorry... I listened to Eve 6 this week and that shit does not get out of your head easily.)

Anyway, for your birthday, I'll tell you this: I'm a baby writer too. But I haven't yet taken all the steps you have. Not even close. So I have a lot of respect for you because of that. I'd call you my hero, but then I'd have to demote Tina Fey.

9:17 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, happy birthday!

So it's official -- whatever Captain Oats does, I will now dedicate ridiculous amounts of time to relentlessly pimping. You've forced me to have a personal stake in your success -- mostly, I've decided to live vicariously through you while I while away time and money at the University of Oregon.

I'm so glad that I stumbled upon this blog. Good luck in all that's ahead. :)

- Melanie

12:54 AM  
Blogger Captain Oats said...

hey ami, thanks for the comment! you DO have the courage! you can DOOO it! see, i'd be an awesome college counselor.

hi megan! it is my dream to be on conan someday.. fingers crossed. thanks for the birthday wishes, fellow libra!

hey jessica, thanks for the comment! lovin' all the love.

hey m, thanks for reading.. my mom always told me about my separated twin, never believed it, but here we are. hope you keep checking back..

hi natalie, thanks for the comment.. and at least you're making the most of your degree! i wasted mine on economics!! and sadly, the term baby writer isn't my term, but something all of hollywood calls newly repped writers.. but i'm glad you like it! keep on keepin on and let's be baby writers together!

hi raynp, thanks for the kind words. what would we do without stuart smiley?

hey marie, appreciate the crossed fingers!

hi jonathan, thanks for the encouragement. so would you rather be married to the Bitch, the wife, or the Bitch, the job? peronally, i'd choose the latter too.

hi joyful girl, food stamps? seriously? that's awesome. i don't think i qualify unfortunately, but the second i do, i am so there. love it.

hey ryzil, thanks!

hiya flick, you missed a good ole fashion ny throwdown in la this past saturday. i uploaded the pics on flickr..

p.s. greg, i don't read.

hey erica, ah, eve 6.. high school memories. thanks for the well wishes! did you like 30 rock? i'm not a fan thus far. but we'll see where it goes...

hi melanie, i love the support! what are ya studying at u of oregon?

2:23 AM  
Blogger Grubber said...

Very interesting story, pity some of those things actually happened to you. everyone can do without car breakins.
Best of luck with the studios, etc. hope it comes off!

11:33 PM  
Blogger kavina said...

my birthday's on the 11th of october - last week, then, so you JUST missed it!! haha!
october kids are cool - fact of life. we have autumn AND halloween.
proves my point dontcha think?


11:34 AM  
Blogger Captain Oats said...

hey grubber, yes car thieves suck ass. and fingers crossed for a big meeting with paramount tomorrow... thanks for the well wishes!

hey kavina, happy belated!!! yeah i hear october babies turn out the best.. not sure where.. =)

1:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sonny: Happy Birthday!!!! I find myself in the same situation you were in. I am about to graduate from college with a marketing/communications degree but its not what I'm passionate about.Your story has been like jumper cables to my ass becasue it got me going, following my dream that is. I have alot of great ideas and a few friends at NBC Universal, maybe we could work together sometime in the future? Until then have fun, get drunk, and enjoy the journey!!!

8:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Sonny its me again from above ,not god. Im lad you like The Format, they're from PHX where I live. Me and a couple hundred others jammed into a Hollister store in the mall where they played once. It was awesome but hot as hell, but hey Im from phx...Im used to it.

9:09 PM  
Anonymous Pickle said...

Hi Sonny !
I'm a new subscriber to your blog and I just read your story. You're a very entertaining writer and I'm wishing you the best of luck in California !

4:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Sonny...

In a grand effort to continue procrastinating writing my speech for the second interview of the page program, I ran across your blog and read EVERYthing and looked at EVERY picture. This is a bit strange since you don't know me, but I admire you for where you are and I have found inspiration in how hard it was for you to achieve it. I am in NY and struggling my ass off! If I get to even where you are now, it will be worth it.

I hope you do realize all your pipe dreams. I genuinely think you will....you made me laugh!

Best Wishes,


PS...Do happen to have any advice for passing the second interview of the page program? The idea of the "panel" is overwhelmingly frightening to my slight panic disorder!

11:38 PM  
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