Not much to report today. I'm busy and tired form lack of sleep (the fold-out couch in the hotel room was just shipped in from Abu Ghraib), and too much sensory input, but also energized by inspiring talent (met Judd Apatow, saw him interview Harold Ramis. Both of those guys are true inspirations). Plus stressed out about meeting writing deadlines... just so much in the ol' cabeza to keep straight.

At least I'm fed at the moment. I just finished a $25 Chicken Caesar Salad. Seriously! Next time I pay $25 for a Chicken Caesar Salad, it had better be served by Julius Caesar himself. "Et tu? Breadsticks?"

Last night I saw one movie: "The Ice Harvest," directed by Harold Ramis. It's a real depaerture for him, darker material, very Coen Brothersesque in tone if not directorial sensibility. Lots of humor couched in a great noir in the classic style. Really, really good. Billy Bob Thornton was terrific, playing against type, and John Cusack was great also.

But a personal favorite of mine, Oliver Platt, stole every scene he was in. It's a juicy role, and he juices the hell out of it. Jack Lalane would be jealous.

As those who have read my script, "Softball," might realize, the theme of "what it means to be a man in modern America" really appeals to me, and this film really addresses that theme with gusto. There's violence, there's sexiness, there's murder. A recommend, for sure.

After that, I went to the Judd Apatow event, where he showed outtakes from "40 Year Old Virgin," and a pilot he shot called North Hollywood. It starred Jason Segel, and Amy Pohler, and was completely awesome. Not only that, but it featured a scene where Segel is vomitting, and gets a nosebleed. It's weird that A-Game did precisely that the other night, then I see it in a pilot. So much for writing what you know. Even what I know has been done before.

Need to get to work. Gonna be a late night.