The holiday season should be full of warmth and fun. Snow flakes falling, families frolicking, egg nog nogging, and lots of presents and fun, and most of
all not a moments loss with a thought about work needing to be done. And yes, this is the case, for the truly successful TV executive, studio head, the top
two of the top five talent agencies, some producer who actually made a killing on a movie this year and lets throw in Fergie and Carrot Top. Nahh, not Carrot
Top he's probably sweatin' it in Reno doing a soul draining stand up comedy show for a Walmart Corporate party function with Danny Bonneducci, (hey ya gotta
do what ya gotta do and I am not harping on corporate shows they pay better than ANY stand up comedy gig - well sans Dane Cook at The Staples Centre). So who
else in Hollywood is left? Depressed writers, out of work actors - experience a time where no one who can get you a job is available to meet or talk or
converse or nothin'. I fondly refer to this time as holiday prison.
Trying to fit in your last goddamn meetings to get your shows set up before the whole goddamn happy industry closes shop not for a week, not for ten days but
a whole goddamn month, can be a serious chore! Truly it's a month, something I could never understand. So excessive. I used to wake up with anxiety sweats
come October because I knew the industry was getting ready to shut down in the next couple months. I could smell it. I can still smell it. You can smell it,
if you tried to smell it. Now I understand why Jack Nicolson went mental in The Shining, the industry shut down for not one month but like five months! Holy
shit mental breakdown city and THAT'S EXACTLY how writers feel during x mas. Or people who have to rely on executives to get jobs. Comics I leave as a
separate catagory, there is always a joke to be made about everything and the the more ass-backwards the situation the bigger the joke (enter blog here).
Take this incident for instance - two weeks before Christmas I tried contacting a producer I met at a predominant film festival who was anxious to get my
movie shot in Canada and was all up in my grill a month ago about it, and when I was finally ready to have the big fat chat - suddenly his assistant or
virtual cock-blocker as I like to refer to this breed of an assistant or should I say secretary just to be a dick about it said, "Oh Gosh John isn't going to
be able to do that (3 minute conference call) until after the holidays" is there even Christmas in Canada? Okay maybe I'm being slightly fecisious but come
on, don't just jump on the closing shop band wagon when you don't even have a shop to close up. It's tarded as in "re". But I digress.
After Thanksgiving we have basically one more week before brains start turning into saw dust, and Hollywood execs start checking out. All right true, there
are a few workaholics that work through the holidays, and god bless their souls but they are far and few inbetween. And then there are the writers, the
actors, the directors who didn't score a job before the wretched hollywood break who suffer through the holidays putting christmas gifs on credit, or are
forced to re-gift presents from the gift drawer that you got from some weird ass gifting suite - like pedicure slippers, a $6.44 gift certificate to
Starubucks or a "Wicked" coffee mug (the musical not the porn company). So what is the solution to this yearly crisis? Well, here it is... use the time to
get ahead of the game. If you're fat get thin, if you're getting dumb get smart, if you're a writer, write your balls off and restock the shelves with new
scripts if you're a director start writing, if you're an actor, well go watch a movie and and tell yourself how much better of a job you could have done
than Anne Hathaway then go to the gym, and if you're a comic just keep on keeping on. And most of all, have a darling time with your family, and when they
ask about your career change the subject to how beautiful the weather is and isn't nice that you're getting to spend a little extra time together this year.
please bear with me on the typoes I had way too much spiked egg nog last night.
the latest and the greatest:
"It's Been Lovely, But I Have To Scream Now" (my book comes out in spring - like the page on Facebook)
follow me on Twitter