The End of Times, Part Two

The End of Times, Part Two


Yep. It's a big fucking boulder.

This is a picture of a 25-foot boulder blocking a road. That road is Topanga Canyon Road. That's the road I take to work every fucking day. Needless to say I took a circuitous route this morning.

Instead of being crushed by a boulder, John and I ended up being an hour and a half late for work because the 405 highway--arguably the most heavily trafficked highway (in many senses of the word) in Los Angeles--had its six lanes narrowed down to just one. I also saw a semi-truck back into the front of a pick-up because the driver had nodded off from the wait. Amazingly the pick-up owner was no more than a foot from the back of the semi no more than thirty seconds later. I no longer felt bad for the guy.

In fun news, I got to be an extra in McBride today. I played a uniformed cop in a police station. Coach, our second A.D., would walk over between takes and give me advice on how to get noticed better on screen. Lots of movement. Standing. Shuffling through files. Yes, it's exciting to be a modern cop what with all this sitting, standing and paper work. It was pretty cool.

Side note: my cop name tag was Gibson. Bashir--a fellow PA and a black dude--said I was Mel Gibson a la Lethal Weapon. I told him he could be Danny Glover (except I think I said he should be "mother fucking" Danny Glover). All we needed was a gratuitous car chase, and we'd have our own movie.

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