Earthquake!

The title of this post is the exact text message I and, as it turned out, all of my co-workers were sending to girlfriends and loved ones after a "moderately sized" earthquake hit LA a couple weeks ago. I just remember we were all casually sitting around the table, not really saying much, when the room started to shake. At first it was small and I felt like I was the only one who felt it. I remember thinking, honestly, "Hm, someone's parking a really large motorcycle in the garage." But then the shaking got much more violent. After a second I remember another writer, Kevin Pedersen, saying very calmly, "Alright, hey, maybe we should go outside." So we did. Then we sent out unnecessarily alarming texts to people and went back inside after about fifteen minutes.

It was a fun day.

We've Had A Wild Ride Together...

Well Mom, I finally got around to posting something. Just in time, too. Turns out we're going to be done writing Season One of "Bob and Doug" on August 15th-ish. I truly am sorry for the months upon months without posts. Nothing much has gone on. Well, other than that Kaitlin came out here to stay with me for seven weeks (we went to a Dogers game and Disneyland), I had some friends come out to visit one weekend, I went home to Connecticut to write another episode, I travelled to Chicago to attend Lollapalooza, I met Dave Coulier, I got some more furniture and my hair is growing back nicely after I shaved it in April. Besides that, though, not much has been going on.

So I'll admit this blog was more or less a failure but, come on, what did you expect?

...Really? You're quite the optimist.

My New Dresser

Last night was a lot of fun. I went to the Hollywood Park Race Track with a bunch of guys from work. I bet the minimum amount allowed on each race and I won nothing. But, then again, I probably only bet about $15 total. The horse that captured all of our hearts, Buford T. Justice, didn't even show. But with $1 beers and $1 hotdogs, it was a fun night all around. We split a cab after getting out of a bar in Culver City and, per usual, I was the last one dropped off. I had the cabbie drop me off on Sunset rather then up the hill at my apartment because I wanted to score some food. But seeing as how it was about 2 AM (I think) all I was able to manage was a bag of salt and vinegar kettle chips. They were pretty awesome, actually. But my choice to get out at the bottom of the hill proved to give me more than just a bag of delicious chips. It gave me this:








That's right. A dresser dedicated entirely to Chicago Blues Legend Howlin' Wolf. Out of the two times I've drunkenly carried a large object up a hill in the middle of the night, this was my favorite.

Halleluja

I have found salvation and her name is "The Ukulele":

Happy May Honesty Day!

It's still May 1st to me in Pacific Time (the correct time). I'm sitting here reflecting on how quickly this adventure has gone by me. I came out here in late January and now here I am in May. Wow. In all honesty, I am very happy I made the decision to move to Los Angeles. I say this simply because: I had a great time at work today. I know I've said it before, but this job is an absolute dream come true. I don't even care if this show never actually makes it to television (it will, don't worry), because I've made some great friends and had some great fun. And isn't that what it's all really about? (Hint: yes).

That's not to say I don't miss everyone back in Connecticut, because I do. But everytime I see all my family and friends I just know that they're going to be lifelong friends, and I'm so lucky to have them supporting me through this.

Upon reading that last paragraph, I'm reminded I voted against a line of dialogue in a script today because it was "kinda gay" as I put it. Well, if I thought that line was gay, then what I just wrote was...also...very gay. And I have no problem with that.

Sorry

If anyone remembers my old blog, they'll then immediately remember a majority of my posts being much like this one: an apology for not posting more. The difference in this case is that no one seemed to complain before, whereas this time around I actually received one complaint from a co-worker of mine, Alex Pearson. Although to be fair the complaint was probably semi-ironic. Regardless, here it is Pearson, here it is.

Let's see... Let's see...

Oh. I found a table on the side of the road a little while ago. I put things on it sometimes. Other times I don't. We have a good thing going so far.

Uhhh...

I'm heading back to Connecticut tomorrow to write my episode. So please don't be alarmed if you don't see any posts on here within the next week. (That was a joke because clearly it's been much longer than a week between posts. You learn to do stuff like that out here).

I'd also like to make a quick endorsement if I may:


Celestial Seasonings Sleepytime Tea. I've been hitting this stuff pretty hard lately. It was kind of an impulse buy, but I think upon examing the picture my actions were perfectly justified.

I like to imagine that bear coming home, lighting up the fire and putting on his nighties. Then he'll put on the kettle, sink in to his favorite armchair and doze off as he thinks about all the people he mauled that day.

Furniture?

Hi all. How's you week going? Mine's going pretty well so far. Anyway let's skip the formalities and get right to the reason we're all here:


Furniture. How about a slightly different angle?


That's all 100% Ikea. I'm really happy abut it. I have a real bed and a real couch, rather than some freak hybrid that combines the negative aspects of both without the positives. A definite thanks to my Dad, Bryan Piepho, for helping me put that monstrosity together. Amazingly, Dad's handiwork was not done there:


I know, "Oh La La" is gone (I have mixed feelings about it too), but also missing are the nasty brown rugs that have probably been on that floor for years and now I have an awesome new tile floor. Now I just need to take out all the trash.


Obviously, there's still some work to be done on this place, but it's getting there.

So enough about this crappy apartment, there's other stuff to talk about. Like...um...

Oh oh I know. I'm writing my first episode for "Bob & Doug"! As in "Written by: Rich Piepho". I'm really excited/horrified about it, but it should also be a lot of fun. Work in general has just been a lot of fun. I work with a great group of hilarious guys. It pretty much is the job I've always dreamed of having. All at the age of 21. I guess it's all downhill from here...