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I'm wearing my LA. shoes. They're flat brown sandals, plain, two leather bands crisscrossed over the toes. They look simple, but like most things in LA., appearances... well. Form is the ultimate function here, it seems.



You can't just nudge these shoes off with your toe. The elaborate double buckle ensures that you have to sit down and worry the strap out. Changing your shoes is a decision. You have to decide to go out, you have to decideto go shopping, to go to the gym, to go to a show, and each decision is accompanied by a choice of appropriate footwear. There is no whimsy here, rather, one decides to look whimsical.

Until then, these are my indecisive shoes. Fit for wandering aimlessly around the pool, the tinny melody of my cell phone heralding an endless loop of potential projects each in some stage of creative development- scripts, ideas, plans, improbable partnerships, most of which will never come to fruition. These shoes have never left the house, with or without me in them, the entire time I've owned them. But I've been wearing these shoes for three days straight, and I'm starting to realize just how uncomfortable they are.

It's pilot season in LA again. Up until this past year, most of my time spent in LA has been during pilot season. This year, though, there won't be any auditions, any clandestine meetings with agents, any nervous afternoons spent eying the fax machine, waiting to hear from studios, directors, casting agents. We've been picked up for another season, this is a good thing. But hiatus means putting that character on pause, and both of us are getting a bit restless.

I tried filling my time with some theater work, and for a short time it worked. Creating a character, bringing him to life in front of a live audience, it's exhilarating, and it felt good to flex these muscles, keep them in shape. But LA runs are notoriously short, and it was only a temporary distraction. Nothing has caught my interest since, and it doesn't seem likely that a project is going to come along in the short amount of time left before filming picks up again.

The invitation came by messenger yesterday. I haven't been there in so long, not since before I met David. I didn't think then that I'd need to go back, but a lot of things I thought then didn't turn out the way I'd expected. But that's another story for another time. Right now, I need to get out of LA And first I need to buy some new sandals.

You often wax philosphical about shoes?

No. *blinks* Clearly, I need to get out more.

I know the feeling. Just yesterday I was tempted to compose a haiku to my trousers.

Lightweight khaki pants
You make my ass look fatter
I hate summer clothes.

Yeah, I really need to get out more.

Brilliant.

Trousers of deep green
Of cotton or perhaps a
cotton-poly blend.

I think we both do.

Nice.

Tangled up hangers
Only damn thing that matches
Where'd the lint brush go?

Seriously, this can't be healthy.

What do you mean, 'match'?
Who says brown trousers don't go
With a bright blue shirt?

Well, you're only encouraging me.

I blame the two of you and no one else.

Internet, you keep
me warm in the dark of night
maybe it’s the porn

this is what I get for trolling about the journals when I should be sleeping

Oh goody.

Alone, in my bed
I wonder, what is the sound
of one hand wanking?

Sleep is overrated.

Brilliant!

It's better to rent
from pay-for-porn sites, the stores
hate sticky boxes

Sir, I bow to your genius. I don't think I can top that.

That's actually what I thought after your 'one hand wanking' piece, but I thought it a poor showing to surrender after only one attempt.

Perhaps you should get
Some tissues to clean up with.
Or use Damon's shirt.

Which, the blue one which doesn't match the brown trousers? Shame.

Well, he is British. He's allowed to be quirky, I think, by act of Parliament. I'll let him slide on that one.

HEY. I'll have you know, I do not use a shirt.


Socks are much better for that sort of thing. More easily tossed out.

If you want to talk about elaborate shoes, you should see mine.

Why is it that the better they look on you, the more steps are involved in taking them off?

Sometimes speed is of the essence, you know?

Delay, though, can be fun.