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Happy Mother’s Day to all of those extraordinary mothers whom I am proud and privileged to call my friends. You are consistently an inspiration to me as I mother my own babies. Thank you most of all for that. In … Continue reading →

Work Thing: Ongoing Disney Channel stuff and the research for a screenplay that will be so gottdamned brilliant it’s killing my fatass just to think about it. Also helping write and put together a “Furnace” presentation (actually, a “sizzle”) for … Continue reading →

Michael Pare’ expertly and graciously doing the Monkeyface for me on the set of “Furnace”, Old Nashville State Prison, February, 2006: So fucking ALL.

YOU CAN ONLY TYPE ONE WORD. NO EXPLANATIONS. 1. Yourself: Bellylaugher 2. Your Lover: Brilliant 3. Your Hair: Feeney 4. Your Mother: Diva 5. Your Father: Beatnik 6. Your Favorite Item: Babywipes 7. Your Dream Last Night: Chihuahua 8. Your … Continue reading →

This entry brought to you by… and the letter “M” Miniatures: I am obsessed with all things small — and always have been. The vast majority of my dreams and daydreams before the age of about 13 involved something to … Continue reading →

Please forgive, and indulge me in yet another quick query on my continuing quest for an escape from this quaking quagmire of flesh in which I currently dwell. Weight Watchers. What say you?

Okay, you know you have officially become an Angeleno when, after seeing a Del Shores play at The Zephyr, you duck over into Canter’s Deli…and eat a late supper of a Reuben and matzoh soup whilst sitting five feet away … Continue reading →

The one great thing about my hair is that it grows unbelievably fast. Therefore, it is with much pride and satisfaction that I now announce that I have officially graduated from a fat Paul McCartney: to a fat Shirley Feeney: … Continue reading →

This evening, one of my oldest and dearest friends, Peter Garcia, won an Emmy Award for his writing on the PBS-Kids series, Jakers! The Adventures of Piggley Winks. Peter and I, along with Billy, have been mates since we were … Continue reading →

Has anybody out there had any experience — either positive or negative — with OA? I am not altogether sure that it would be right for me as, though I certainly adore and enjoy good food (and fucking how!), I … Continue reading →