Hey, kids. I was working the camera during another exciting fun great not bad production of Phoenix 14 News, when I had the sudden urge to go write something creative once this was over. And then I remembered: I have a blog that I can write in!
Just kidding. I didn't even think of that until I got back.
But anyway, where were we...oh yes...last Janurary...
So we landed in LA, and we met our other professor, Peter Kiwitt. We ended up calling him Pedro behind his back. Why? Because we hate him.
Oh, you mean where did we get that nickname? I have no idea. But here's a nice piece on why we can't stand him.
This is pretty much how it went every time we met a new person from the entertainment industry: "Nice to meet you. I'm [Pedro] and this is my lame attempt at humor by introducing my colleague [Brother Gib] as the older, balding student (because it gets funnier everytime). And this is "everybody" because even though this class was implemented to give Comm majors an in-depth look at the Los Angeles Experience, it's just easier to depreciate their worth as college students and instead pretend they're overgrown sixth graders on a field trip. Excuse me while I pull up a chair next to you and interact on a level that borders on fellatio. ... Go sit in the back, Kelly. This is grown-up talk."
If you noticed that there was anything different about that little segment, it was because it contained an element known as "humor." That's because I didn't write it. It was by Drew, who was on the trip and has a blog that you can find on my list of "Other Semi-Quality Webjournals" on the left.
Anyway, we went and checked into our hotel on Sunset Boulevard. It was a pretty good price for LA, I heard. Something like the cost of a small galaxy. Plus utilities.
It's called the Beverly Garland Holiday Inn. Beverly Garland was a famous B-list actress that you've never heard of. There were lots of posters from her movies around the hotel. They sounded like truly high-class films, with titles such as "Naked Island," and "New Orleans Uncensored." Really.
So we went to bed, and woke up the next day at the crack of nine. We hopped into our 16-passenger van and rode on over to Ithahca College to talk with a director, an indie producer/director, and a director of photography. And that's where the pictures begin.

This is Maria Burton, Producer of the indie film "Mana from Heaven." She was really nice.
But her movie sucked.

That's Pedro sitting on the right here, really letting the students learn from our guest speaker by completly taking over. Whoever took this picture was obviously trying to salvage this picture from Perdo's loserness by ading the extreme awesomeness of the back of my head. Also, check out that username and password up in the top-right corner. Real high-level security there.
And then we talked to one more guy (whose image I can't post for reasons that are too boring to explain), and then we went someplace cool. But I'll save that for another entry.
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