Today I got to say, "sorry I couldnt get back to you. I was in Beverly Hills casting for my film." It was so deliciously ostentatious.

Nor was it entirely true.

Its not really my film.

But, from the snotty eight year old with an agent, to the 81 year old Elwood Carlisle who seemed to be coked up, randomly yelling, Tourette's style, "Fantastic!", it was a modifying day.

We even had sushi for lunch. [of course, Id rather eat a big bowl of Whiskas than eat a california roll, but thats beside the point]

The room next ours was casting for a feature length film, starring three young women. Yes. A seven hour parade of Hollywood starlet hopefuls; ranging from lots of 'tude, to [walk up to table where I and another guy were sitting with sign in sheets for our respective films] "...is this where I sign?" [paul, with idiotic grin, knowing whats about to happen], "yes." And then she'd sign the paper.