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It's official. I am a part of "Hollywood."

I just wrapped on my first horror film. Who in Hollywood hasn't been in a horror film involving multiple deaths, gut-wrenching screams, buckets of fake blood, and girls in skimpy clothing?

Today, I was part of a reshoot for a film called "Cult" which stars Taryn Manning. The info is already up on IMDB as it is in post production. The cast for the reshoot of the opening scene will appear there soon - including me!

At least a half dozen times today, I stabbed my eye out with a rubber knife. I was later stabbed in the stomach multiple time. And by the end of the day, I was covered in nasty, sticky fake blood.

As a side note, something kinda funny happened. The blood ran into my eye and dyed my contact pink. I now have one pink contact!!!! And no spares. The spares are due in the mail any day, but until then, I am sporting a... pink eye.

The horror was lots of fun. I laughed so many times during the filming and can't wait to see myself eye-less in the final cut!!

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EARTHQUAKE!!!

We had an earthquake today.

It was the first quake I've ever felt before in all my twenty-.... uh, twenty-some-odd years.

The center hit about 90 miles away at 1:53pm... It was nearly 2pm when I felt the quake - I guess it took that long to travel to Beverly Hills.

I don't even know if that makes sense... I'm not real earthquake-educated actually. Ask me about tornadoes... ask me about hurricanes... but we don't have a whole heck of a lot of earthquakes in the south.

It was short... very short. According to the news, the quake lasted much longer near the center and folks experienced a "rolling" sensation of the ground. Where I was, I felt a small "trimmer" or "vibration." Truthfully, it kinda felt like the bit of vibration on your feet when you first step onto the escalator. And by the time I realized what was happening, it was over. In full, the trimmer and shaking sounds of things hanging on the wall lasted all of about 6 seconds.

Immediately, I tried to call home to tell my folks in Georgia that I'd just felt an earthquake. Evidently, Cingular had some difficulties immediately following the quake. About a half hour later, the calls were functioning again.

Oh man, I can't believe I felt an earthquake. Weird!

Here's the bad, kinda scary thing. This is the 3rd quake since Sunday (it's Thursday today). One big one off the coast of Northern California, one around the Canadian border, and one down here in Southern California near the San Bernadino National Forest.

So, does mean there are more to come? Seems there is quite a bit of activity surrounding the plates in the past 5 days.

Do you think California could just break away from the rest of the continent if this continues?

Well, look at the plus side - twice as much ocean front property!

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I called ahead because I was beat tired. I just wanted to pick up some dinner, drive home, eat and crash.

I suppose my first mistake was calling "The Sizzler." But hey, the restaurant is less than a mile from my apartment and on the way home.

"Do you have some sort of filet?" I asked.

"We only have fish or salmon," the dimwit answering the phones at Sizzler told me.

Considering that Sizzler is supposed to be a fast, cheap, and at least somewhat close imitation of a steak house, I was a bit taken back by her response to asking about a filet.

I spoke very slowly so that 1) the chick could understand me, and 2) to keep my aggravation in check. "Um… f-i-l-e-t is a cut of s-t-e-a-k."

"Oh!" she giggled a bit as realization set in. "Yeah. We have an 8-ounce, a 12-ounce, and a 14-ounce."

I thought it a bit odd for sizes, but then Sizzler is not your typical steak house. So, I ordered an 8-ounce with a baked potato.

"Ten to twenty minutes," she told me.

Perfect. I was driving home from work. Twenty minutes would give me time to run by the bank and make a deposit. I would also have time to stop by the grocery store and grab some tea bags and sugar.

All done. Made my way to Sizzler. Paid for my order and proceeded to wait another twenty minutes while they cooked my meal.

At that point, I was fully annoyed beyond belief. The entire purpose of calling ahead was so that I didn't have to wait for them to prepare my order. I was exhausted. I'd been at work from 7:30am, the time was currently 7:55pm... I just wanted to go home, kick off my shoes, prop my feet up in front of the tv, catch a few shows and head to bed. But no, I had to stand and WAIT for my PRE-ORDERED meal to be cooked.

So, finally I got my meal and left.

Two minutes later, I was at home.

After being greeted by a gray kitten who thought he might starve to death if I didn't top off his already full bowl of tasty crunchies, I sat down with my Styrofoam box of food.

Just guess what?

I had a sirloin, not a filet. I had french fries, not a baked potato. And my steak that was supposed to be medium-well, was practically mooing.

So, Greyson had a bit of steak with his Science Diet Kitten.

I had french fries and ketchup, a pathetic side salad with lettuce, carrot bits, and the occasional purple sliver...

and a large glass of cold sweet tea.