Flip Flops and Bikinis

I have a lot to say but lack the time to say it. Isn't that always the case?! Or the moment isn't quite right...or there's too many people around...or you're just a little bity shy and nervious about asking her out...oh, I digress a tiny bit.

If spring is not here to stay, I will physically hurt someone. I took my first outdoor run of 2007. I can't say I was amazing, but I got through it. I'm a little cardiovascularly out of shape, but that will soon change. Since the summer will be looming upon us soon, it is time to rip up my body and diesel it out, you know. Ladies (and gentlemen, since I live in Chelsea, although you really are not my concern here in this case) beware and be prepared (also the Boy Scout Motto, however they don't specifically have any written rules about how muscularly awesome you look...unless you go back to the Baden Powel original handbook...we're not so sure about that one).

Oh, say Donald Sutherland and William Baldwin working on another television pilot. Pretty awesome stuff. Ron Howard also made an appearance talking with some of the actors. Maybe he was just passing through? Either way, I'm pretty sure the look that he gave me was "I'm hiring you tomorrow." I guess, however, I was wrong since tomorrow was yesterday and there was no call. Oops, my mistake.

I have two more quick things to say, but I'm going to lump them into one statement to save time, and just because I feel like it, which should be reason enough. Without further adew...It is offically flip flop season, and ladies, when I ask you for a date (meaning ask you out), it is common curtesy and correct protocol to accept without hesitation. You should already be aware, that I am "choosing" you out of many and this honor I bestow upon you is not taken lightly, as I'm very picky about the girls I would like to associate myself with and share my time with. It is also a sign that you are in the upper echelon of the hotness scale and thus I have decided that with our hotness powers combined, there is a good possibility that we could attain unstopable sexiness. By not accepting, ignoring, or flat-out rejecting (due mostly to an already aquired inferior boyfriend), you are making a huge mistake.

Enjoy the sun! Flip flops and bikinis should be worn at all times.

The Devil on my Birthday

For those of you keeping track (and mostly for those who are irresponsible and forgot)...today is my birthday! This is a day that should be on everybody's calendar with as much if not more importance than most national holidays. It ranks up there with Christmas (although not quite, since although I am close to godliness (i.e. the Greek Gods) I am not a god). That is not actually what I will write about today.

A few quick things. First, worked on CSI:NY (I think it will be the last episode of the season) yesterday. I was a police cadet hanging around City Hall. Gary Sinise and Melina Kanakaredes was there, which was definately cool to see. Second, saw Lucy Liu while working on another pilot. Third...well, I've worked a bunch lately and don't feel like expanding on all the shows I've been on. Let us just leave it that I'm working hard on climbing the celebrity ladder, although I'm just on the lower rungs of said ladder.

Ty Pennington is the Devil. Now, I don't shed tears often (I mean never), yet there seems to be one trigger. I'm not really sure why I feel like writing this, and haven't really told this to many people, but Extreme Makeover: Home Edition with Ty Pennington will make me choke up every time. I mean, during any part of his show. So, that leaves me to believe that he is my arch enemy. Damn him and his sweet show! Why does he have to bring emotions out of me that I don't want brought out?! Ty Pennington...you are a good man...but you are the Devil!

There you go, a little glimpse into my personal life. Not many people get to be a part of this, so the world should feel special that I would publish this. My only other weakness...girls. Although not too many girls have brought tears to my eye, I think they have the power if used correctly. However, this weakness should not be capitalized upon if possible, as it's not the coolest thing to be the one to make me cry. You don't want me calling you the Devil or anything like that. Oh, and my tears from Ty are of course tears of joy. There is a difference between joy and pain if you weren't already aware. Please, know this...you do NOT want to be the one to elicit tears of pain or hurt from me. It promises to not be a fun experience.

Well, with that I'm off...to do what I don't know. I guess I should do something special for my birthday. Or, as will mostly likely be the case, it will be just another day except I am a little bit older. Older and wiser? Older and prettier? Older and cooler? All of the above?...I think so.

Hurt'n for a little Andrew

I know, y'all have been hurt'n for a little Andrew. All I can say, is that these last few weeks have been very busy (which is a good thing) and I don't feel like writing right now, but I figure, some of you who read this are probably going insane without my wisdom. So here's a little something for you. Enjoy.

I've been working lots lately on a number of films and television shows. Mostly stand-in stuff, and some background. Nothing too glamerous, but I did see Uma Thurman upclose...if you know what I mean. And, what I mean is, she was probably like 10 feet away. But, our eyes did connect. Oh, yeah. That's right people.

Also, I've been to watch the Paul Taylor Dance Company perform at City Center. They rock! Definately check them out if you want to see some good modern dance. They are performing until Sunday. Watching them makes me miss performing on stage. Who knows where the road will take me. As long as I keep trying to do it all, something will happen. (Crossing my fingers).

Bathing yourself in motor oil is not a good idea. That's just plain common sense.

Oh, check out Flight of the Conchords when you get a chance. These guys are creating a hilarious new show for HBO (I think), and I was on set with them the other day. They are very cool, and it's going to be an awesome show.

I'm planning on giving lampboy.net a pretty big overhaul here in the next couple months. I want it to look cooler, and more like a hollywood movie website (example link). So, if anyone knows how to do this better than me (I know a bunch, but I'm definately no web designer, nor do I have the time), let me know. I'm sure I can find a friend of mine to bake you cookies. And you will become a friend of mine, which is a HUGE deal!

Quick shout out to all the hot ladies, whether or not you have a boyfriend..."What's up!'

Celebrity Desire

One new things to add to my sweetness (not like "sugary" sweet, but like, "awesome!" sweet) happened today. Although it was a cold day and tensions among many of the background actors seemed to be high, I met Jessica Simpson. And by meet, let us just say that our eyes met. Let me also interject that she undressed me with her eyes in a deep and meaningful way. Pretty much...she wants me! Well, I stretch the truth a little bit, but I was actually right by her for some of the afternoon. I even talked to her security guard...and no he was not pulling me off of her (which in my mind, could have been a real possibility...I joke). She brought a ton of poparazzi following her. We were shooting on the streets right around where I live, and she was with her enterauge. It was quite the scene. Very strange to be there, but lots of fun. Pretty much, it was my preparation for my celebrity life coming soon to a theatre near you. So, if you leave today remembering nothing of what I wrote, remember this one thing...Jessica Simpson pretty much wants me! Good day to you.