october the twenty third , two thousand



p . a .



. . . in the biz that means ' production assistant ' it translates as " here , boy " .

it all went down like this . . .
the ren - mar lot is the old lucille ball / desi arnaz studio . it seems its also the smallest studio that anyone else has ever been on . so , theres no parking . ya gotta run across the street everytime so that you can drive forty miles against morning rush hour l . a . traffic for monitor stands that they didnt have in the first place . then out to make copies of celebrity faces for the ' crayon ' sketch . ( entirely unfunny and conceived of at the last possible second , but i made it happen . ) then back to hear from the pimply security guard who ' s only purpose is to trip you up and watch you turn red . all the while eating ( literally ) pounds of candy , doughnuts , bagels , and all sorts of things that will spoil your dinner . but its free , and the only thing i cant stand is temptation .

its called " the nick cannon show " . think " the chris rock show " for the schwinn set .
not really funny , but then im not the target audience . i believe its slated to be a half hour show , though it took two days to film fifteen minutes of it . will smith was the guest star , he seems like a nice enough guy . biz markie was the guest dj . ya know the man must be rolling in money to be able to cover his six foot five , three - fifty frame . so i guess my question is : when it seemed like a fucking emergency to go and get will smiths first two records why did i have to make two trips to get extra cash for the privilege to pay eighty dollars to an unscrupulous used record dealer ?

it was a good , albeit exhausting experience . i did it for only three days , though each day lasted sixteen plus hours each . it was one of the toughest jobs ive ever done .

my thanks to j for the opportunity . hope i didnt bitch too much .

im gonna go to the set , next to craft service and hide out .



this portion of mishaco was dropped off by the makers of p . a . wars over at theforce.net . where are they now ? who knows , call em on the walkie .

by p . a . 's for p . a . 's