today was my third day of the internship and things are starting to get interesting. sure i hear a lot of hollywood name dropping all day long and that's nothing new to me but it still makes me sick. i also don't really care for actors/actresses in person--why am i trying to get in this business again? but, today some people came in. not that big but still interesting for me because it gives me a small sense of behind the scenes stuff. the people who came in where actress elizabeth peña trying to pitch a screenplay she wrote and cinematographer jaime reynoso who i think she wants to direct it or something. reynoso recently worked on "curandero" written by robert rodriguez so that's cool. looking at his career on the net, he's done music videos for café tacuba, damn! i've known about peña since i was a kid and saw her in "la bamba" so that was another cool thing. now i know that she definitely speaks spanish so another plus on her side.

now let me tell my little story about what happened during my lunch break. today i had to park in the sun but when i went to my car for lunch, there was a spot available under the freeway so i moved my car. i'd much rather be in the shade! my car is black so it heats up in a few seconds and becomes an instant steaming sauna. good for a sweat but not so good for a lunch break.

when i was walking to my car, which is parked on the opposite side of the street, i noticed a cop car on my side of the street. it was empty but you could hear the crackling under the hood, a sure sign that it was recently parked. then i looked up to my right because i thought that's the only place the cop could be. sure enough, a cop walks down the hill from the railroad tracks above. hmm, what could he be investigating there? the only thing it could be is something bad because who would go up there. drugs, murder, something i don't want to know about. a part of me is still in new zealand mode about crossing the street so i'm paranoid about getting a jaywalking ticket from this cop. i walk as close to my car as possible and hope he's distracted and doesn't notice me run across the street. i get in my car. safe! i see the shaded spot and pull forward to it, no seatbelt. still safe! then the cop leaves. i start to eat my lunch and read something.

about 5-10 minutes after the cop leaves, this old beat up truck parks in the same spot. a rasta man complete with dreadlocks and hat walks out. he goes straight up the hill where the cop came out from and walks across the railroad tracks. something is definitely up. the entrance to the hill has a wire fence to keep people out but it's been torn open. the man is gone for a long time. it's a strange sight to see someone park by a freeway and walk right up where no one ever goes. i'm thinking that the cop had bad timing. i'm wondering if i should call a police station to tell them about this. no way. i don't know what's going on and i do not want to get involved.

i've finished my lunch and finally the man returns. i didn't even see him cross the railroad tracks back but there he is coming down the hill. he doesn't get in his car. he starts to cross the street. i'm not looking at you! i'm reading this paper! he's coming right towards me. oh shit. all my windows are down because it's so hot. please don't talk to me. ahhhhhh. he walks right past me and behind my car. he walks on to where i don't know. i go back to the office and never see him again. i hope i never see him again. i don't know what that was about. my only guess is that he's going around doing stash drop offs. earlier twiddle thumbs experienced something even freakier on the freeway: a dead bloody body. i'm glad to be back in LA but can we ease into the freaky shit? thank you.

at night we went to the storage facility to get the dvd player and game consoles because we're signed up with netflix again and need to seriously do some movie catch-up and twiddle thumbs just couldn't go another day with her beloved donkey konga.