It's Steve's Fault

Meanwhile, deep in the jungles of Hollywood -- more specifically Fox Studios -- Adam lurked in the darkness, reading blog posts, assuming that Steve had been assuming that Adam didn't actually read his own blog, which of course, was false. But Steve is right in that I have been passive-aggressively FURIOUS about his meager posts thus far...and that's why I didn't wash out my mug last night. To get back at Steve.

Honestly though I'm with Steve in that I am trying to squeeze a lot more creative content out of my brain this semester and so far I'm off to a slow start--the first few weeks of London opened up the floodgates and I started a lot of projects, but so far the same cannot be said of LA. But I am reading a lot (mostly bad screenplays or How I Met Your Mother episodes) so hopefully that will inspire me to do something.

In the meantime I'm content eating a shitload of free, delicious food, which seems to be my main job at HIMYM so far (cheese blintzes and bacon for breakfast? Mexican spread for lunch? Yes please). Today I was also afforded the opportunity to sit in on a table read of the episode they're filming this week--pretty cool seeing all the actors, writers and producers circle up and listen to which jokes work and which ones don't. I'll bet the script on Thursday looks a lot different than the one today, and it'll be cool to see the adjustments. More creative projects to come soon, I hope. And if not...it's Steve's fault.

Sincerely,
Adam @ work