New York is bloody great. For a wide variety of reasons. That's pretty much all I had to say, really. Oh, and Rusty? I'm still thinking over what you asked me the other night. I'll let you know when I've got it figured out.

So. Tell me something about yourself that I can't find out using Google.

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A few years back, I was at some typical Hollywood function or other. It was one of those that you forget almost the second you walk out the door in search of something more interesting or fun. This one was a bit different, though ( Read more... )

I'm free!

Well, from filming, that is. ;) Question is, what am I going to do with myself now?

Answer? Spend some time in New York.

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So I was out to dinner last night with some mates from the film. Bit of a last hoorah and all that. Anyway, we're standing outside, waiting for our table to be called (bloody good restaurant in L.A. on a Saturday is murder), when I look across the way and who do I see?

Harry.

As in Sinclair. As in the bloke who's famous for not leaving Zid ( Read more... )

Bugger all, I broke my glasses. Don't ask how, you don't want to know. It's rather embarrassing. And now I have to go see if I can find where I put my contacts.

This, of course, supposes that I didn't leave them at home the other week. Which I probably did.

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Have you ever been a part of something that felt so right that it scared hell out of you? It's both a wonderful and terrible place to be, but oddly enough, there's no nervousness ( Read more... )

So I get to the set this morning and there's a big meeting. Nothing new, because there's always meetings. Then the big announcement ( Read more... )

Right, new day and all that ( Read more... )

Following that long shower and multiple pots of coffee, half a bottle of aspirin, and some rather greasy food (hey, it works wonders), I don't feel like I'm going to die. However, I have yet to stick my head out the front door today. Definitely not up for that ( Read more... )

I'm getting too old to wake up with my head pounding, the room spinning, my stomach in violent revolt from the rest of my body, and my mouth tasting like used socks. There's a possibility I might feel slightly more human and less like a dead lizard after a long shower and a couple pots of strong, black coffee. I doubt it, though ( Read more... )