That's right, I wrote, "scripts" with an "s". We cranked through the first one so quickly we started on a second one. Now HBO will have a choice in which one to shoot as a pilot! You're welcome HBO. Imagine if the guy who wrote "John From Cincinnati" had done that. You could have looked at both scripts and said, "Hmmmm, maybe not". On my flight back yesterday the stewardess, (early 50's, mom trying to be "cool" vibe) came over to me and leaned against my seat and with a big smile said, "so are you with your posse?". I didn't know what the fuck she was talking about and appropriately replied, "huh"? She leaned in a little closer and said, "Are you with your crew"? Again, I said, "Huh"? Then she said with an even bigger smile, "Your the Verizon guy right?
So, jump ahead to a week later. Bob just left NY where we shit out some more of our fun-fest. And now I'm cleaning up after the guy. Bob crashed at my place to save money. All this traveling to write these shows which we're not guaranteed of having produced is being paid for out of our pockets. He crashed at my place to save money on hotels and I don't rent a car when I'm in LA and I stay at friends for the same reason - so next time you bitch about us doing a commercial or a childrens movie for the money, shut your pie hole. We don't get paid for the fun stuff. Anywhosies, When I was in LA Bob fucked up my phone trying to fix it. Seriously. It was being cranky and slow and Bob offered to "fix" it. He pulled the back off and started to poke that tooth pick type thing into the reset slot and I panicked and ran over shouting, "wait, wait. Are you sure"? He tossed off my concern like a wet a.i.d.s. quilt and reset it. My phone was definitely faster but now at the cost of having my phone literally shut down each time I try to check my e-mail. And checking my e-mail is the sole reason I got this thing in the first place. Other wise it's just a fucking phone! Now it's broken. Because of Bob Odenkirk and his using his deep font of technical know-how to "help" me.
Now, if this was the only incident like that I wouldn't write it and you would never hear about it. But, it wasn't. As I said Bob crashed here (in NY) while we were writing the scripts. I started to show him how to use the three different remotes (Audio, Cable, TV) for the T.V. He said he wasn't going to watch anything. Okay, fine. We both saved ourselves about 25 seconds. Later that week we were going to play Guitar Hero II (which Bob excels at by the way - for real) and I turned on the TV and guess what? No signal. No nothing. "Bob - what the fuck did you do"? "Nothing! I just...I tried to turn it on or whatever, I swear I only touched this button!". Well, whatever he did took half an hour to figure out how to rectify. THEN, after he left to go back to LA, the fucking thing happened again! He was already in the sky at that point but whatever appliance/techno fucked-upness ghost he left here was still running around making things that he had merely touched, break down!
What the Blair Witch is going on!?
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