January 12, 2016

So I Went To Burning Man

So 2015 was a very good year. I fell even more in love, I grew closer to my kids, made a film (Ghostumentary),  and I went to my first Burning Man.  
Though it was my first, it was Emilee's 5th. So I had a little insight. Also, many of our friends have been going for years, so gobs of info was thrown my way. 

We were joining a successful camp who took me in like a lost, but loved cat. 

The drive was what I expected, a lot of time in a car slowly driving by Navajo Taco stands. 

A lot of dust, few radio stations. 

Giddy level:10

We get to camp and set up. Tent missing parts, shelter as well. I turned up my Macgyver a went to town. Success.

Bikes, so many bikes. We spent the next few days on our bikes riding around and taking in all the art. All the people. 

And all the boobs. 


There was an excessive amount of nudity. That perhaps makes me sounds like a prude. By no means am I. I mean, Holy Cats! I LOVE nudity. I love boobs. I think most people do. And beyond the sea of 55 year old penises I had seen (seriously, I saw a gaggle of naked men on bikes) I had seen so many boobs that I couldn't see anymore. 

Imagine eating your favorite cookie from a giant tub. How many cookies do you eat until you can't eat anymore cookies. 

Cookies = Boobs. 

Prior to leaving one of my coworkers said "you're going to be high the whole time". I asked him why he believed this. He said it was because that's what people did there. One of the giant misnomers people have about the event. Beyond our morning mimosas, it was one of the most soberishly fun times of my life. It seemed to be that way for most people I surrounded myself with. 

Our camp hosted a full-size Hungry, Hungry Hippo event. Popular enough that a Business Insider covered it. Afterwards, a good friend slipped something in my hand. It was a mint. But not just any mint. 

I was just given acid. 

I placed it in my pocket and journeyed out into the deep playa with Emilee to take pictures of her in her wing. 

The wings were amazing. She had them specially made for Burning Man. You couldn't walk by someone with out a compliment. People taking pictures of her. She looked so beautiful. As usual, no one even knew I was there. 

I took a crazy amount of photos. Each one was amazing. I posted a few on Instagram only to see them immediately stolen. It's the internet, it happens. But one girl actually claimed the photos where her. 

A few of them went viral and were picked up by the Daily Mail, Huffington Post, Mashable, etc. Her ass almost broke the internet.

Walking back from the shoot, I switched lenses in my pocket a few times and must have pulled out the acid that was lingering there. Lost somewhere in our path. 

I literally "dropped acid at Burning Man".

The basics of my adventure was this. There are so many good people out there. Far more than you have remembered. I hugged people, I gave things away, I was given even more. I watched people smile, laugh and love. I didn't see people fight. I didn't see people indulge. I didn't see people sad or lonely. 

I saw people at their best. I was at my best as well. 

I'm going back again someday. Once probably wasn't enough for me. But before you judge the event and the people who go, I truly believe you should go yourself. 

You'll see the bright side of humanity again, and have a little more hope. 

January 8, 2016

It's 2016 And I'm Still Writing That I'm A Man Child On All My Checks

Interesting thing about 2016. I started the new year with an adult-type car, I purchased stocks, I decided after a decade it was time to have a credit card again, and I threw away over half my homelessish wardrobe. I'm not a complete adult yet, but I taken a giant step towards one. Are adults still allowed to tell poop jokes?

December 10, 2015

Ghoulfish The Movie, It Has Begun

Two years ago I conceived an idea for a dark-comedy/horror film. But I started Ghostumentary and it was pushed aside.

But the script is finally done, and we're in preproduction.

And I'm giddy.

Like a school fish.

November 25, 2015

T3h Funny Interviewing Boise State Football Players

I work in advertising. Mostly I work behind the camera or in the editing bay. BUT... occasionally I go in front of the camera for my job and try and show off. Just like in these chunks of video.

Our client ,Blue Cross of Idaho, had me talk to some BSU players and be funny. They were funnier than I was. 

The players were great. I think I'm now engaged. 

July 9, 2015

What if you were a ghost?

Last month I was in San Francisco finishing up our film. I went to the streets and asked random people a few questions about ghosts. Here's a tidbit.

July 6, 2015

Ghost hunting in San Francisco

Last month we finished principal photography on our documentary "Ghostumentary". We did a few investigations, talked to people on the streets, and interviewed one of our new favorite people, Dr. Loyd Auerbach. Being a skeptic is difficult when you converse with someone who has intelligent answers to your stubborn questions.

We just scheduled our screening for the 18th of October in a 700 seat venue. More info on that to follow.

Anyhow, ghosty ghosts. More to come.


June 16, 2015

Ghostumentary - The first official trailer

I've been working on a feature length documentary for the last 6 months. Of all things... ghosts. Oddly enough, I don't even believe in them. So watch this trailer, and... yeah

May 1, 2015

Making A Ghost Documentary

No Spoilers... I swear.

So far I'm 4 months into making my feature length documentary "Ghostumentary".

So far it's been 4 amazing month. We've traveled, we've researched. I've been editing like a mofo. It's been quite the experience.

One of the biggest things I've noticed is the amount of interest in the film via my gaggle of awesome friends. Everyone loves ghosts, or the idea of them.

Everyone has a ghost story, everyone wants to believe.

This has been great, and will continue to be. As the project gets bigger and bigger, I have no idea if I'm going to finish by the end of summer. But what a summer it's going to be.


April 20, 2015

My Dad Used to Forward a TON OF SHIT


I've completely lost control of my email. I can't even archive it fast enough. There was a time when I used to label for later. One of the biggest files? The mass forwards of jokes my Dad used to send me. Not only did my Dad forward me dozens of jokes a week, he's ask me about them the following week.

 "Did you like that joke I sent about the Nun?"

 "Sure Dad" [Giant lie]

 I miss my Dad and in a weird way I miss the forwards.

Probably why this folder isn't going anywhere. Maybe one day my life will be spent forwarding these to my kids.

 Better start collecting now.

March 31, 2015


For years I've been fascinated by the gaggle of Ghost Documentary/Reality shows popping up. I watch them almost religiously. Yet I don't know why, I mean... I don't believe in ghosts.

Spirits, poltergeists, demons, hauntings... whatever.

I don't believe in any of it.

It doesn't help either that the reality TV shows looking for them never find anything. Ghost Hunters has been on Television for a decade(ish) and hasn't ever produced any real evidence. And they have a budget that could feed my fat family Golden Corral for a year.

Yet most people I know HAVE seen something. Generally only armed with an iPhone. I never assume they are lying when they tell me their tales. I truly believe they think they saw something. I just don't believe it's a ghost.

A few years ago I decided I'd actually try to have my own ghost story. A friend I were going to drive from "haunted" location to location and film our investigations. It seemed like a fun project. And it almost happened until he did a bunch of cocaine in my house and almost punched my girlfriend.

We no longer talk.

But on SuperBowl Sunday I learned that good friends had a relative that purchased an old brewery in Virginia City, NV and have been bombarded with supernatural activity. I watched a view videos and decided it was time to try again. I hooked up with a fellow filmmaker, grabbed our ladies and headed down last weekend for a sleepless quest.

We still have a long way to go to finish this film. More locations, gobs of interviews and research. Things to make it more informative that just a few people with a camera trying to find a ghost.

But... as I continue to film and dig through footage, I will post little chunks of good stuff we find.

And by the time it's over I truly hope I believe.


March 10, 2015

This is Why You Need an Apple Watch

It's new video day!!! I came up with an idea for a video, my good friend Ben Dickson rush and wrote it, I called up a few amazing actor friends, grabbed my camera and less than a day later. I give you this

February 27, 2015

Molly, My New Friend

A dear friend had a 2 year old dog she couldn't take anymore. It took a whole 4 minutes for her to steal my heart. Her name is Molly. My new bestest friend

February 12, 2015

I Make Commercials And Stuff

I work in advertising, I think I've said this. To get paid to be creative has always been my goal.

Achievement unlocked.

The Discovery Center asked us to make a commercial off a very small budget. So I used all my local actor friends, my daughter, some coworkers... and even me as actors. I grabbed the Canon 5D and was off. It's going to air as a trailer before movies at the surrounding theaters. It's not my first commercial but this one is close to my heart.

There are a few scenes that didn't make it, as well as this gem of a blooper with my coworker Joe.

January 29, 2015

Getting Smarter Every Month

Next week I'm going to be 552 months old.

I don't look it?

Awe... thanks. You're sweet.

Each month is a learning experience. And you don't know you know something, until you know it. It took me...

24 months to figure out you don't taunt bees.

96 months to realize how Star Wars would change my life.

104 months to realize I shouldn't attempt jump everything I see on my bike.

144 months to realize how to hide horrifically shy with jokes and a showing-off mentality.

160 months to realize that hiding in my room with a pencil and paper was my happy place.

192 months to realize how freakishly tall I was.

205 months to realize that all colors are too amazing to have a favorite.

228 months to realize how much I loved being on stage telling jokes.

232 months to realize how much work it was to be really good at it.

312 months to realize what an asshole I could be to my friends and attempt to fix it.

318 months to realize I get paranoid and sleepy when I'm stoned. Then really paranoid that I'm sleepy.

320 months to realize I love writing screenplays

322 months to realize the first screenplay you ever write is so bad it should be buried in the Earth's core.

330 months to realize what real love was.

336 months to realize what real heartache was.

392 months to realize I'm a Mac, not a PC.

398 months to realize how amazing British television could be.

401 months to realize the awesomeness of binge watching a TV show.

408 months to realize that creativity trumps salary when it comes to a career.

425 months to realize I tequila will never, ever be my friend.

432 months to realize moving to the East Coast is like living on another planet. A really cool planet with more bacon in the food, but another still another planet.

470 months to realize that the West Coast was in my DNA.

476 months to realize that LA girls make the best exgirlfriends.

516 months to realize I need to move once again and be right next to my amazing kids.

520 months to realize I had zero clue how to be a Dad and to try to figure it out.

521 months to realize it's a lot harder than you'd think.

529 months to realize that I was finally ready to find a love that would last forever.

541 months to finally find it.

The main thing I've learned is there's still so much to learn. When I'm 1000 months old I'm going to still be a learner of life.

Still binge watching TV, and loving it.

January 6, 2015

10 Things You Need To Know Before Moving to Boise, Idaho

A few years ago I had a dream that I was living in Boise and playing with my daughters. At the time I was currently 1000 miles away residing in Los Angeles and saw them on Holidays and extended weekends. I thought it was enough until that night. Within two weeks of that dream and waking up sad that it wasn't true, I was packing up and moved to the Potato State (Yes... I know it's the Gem State).

I've adapted moderately since the move. I almost have winter clothing. I bought a 4x4 SUV, I've manage to surrounds myself with the local actors, artists and awesome people. I even met an amazing girl who thinks I'm funny. 


But adapting isn't easy. It's a daily challenge. If only someone could have let me know a few things in advance... so I could have prepared. 

So if you just woke up from a dream that is going led you to a journey to Boise, Idaho... here are 10 things you should know.  (It was going to be 11, mentioning that the BSU Bronco fans here are all Bandwagon fans... but really... isn't that everywhere?) 

1. Boise has no sense of urgency. 

Whether it's traffic related, construction, food, whatever. Don't expect something in a hurry. When a stop light turns green be sure to allow the 18 second delay for Neurons of the drivers ahead of you to ooze like syrup through their Central Nervous System and make their foot slowly press on the accelerator. Then clinch the wheel firmly as they crawl their way to the next light, or down the interstate.

Road construction is just a permanent fixture. In LA, you'd see workers on the job day and night to get a project done. In Boise, get used to your streets being blocked off, or cones diverting you on the interstate. Just don't get used to seeing people working in those spots. 

An hour lunch just doesn't happen. The servers here are excellent and this is no jab at them. But the restaurants here love you so dearly they just don't want you to leave. Due to this, expect it to take 90 minutes to get good food. (P.S. there is actually really great food here). 

No one in Boise is in a hurry. 

2. You will drink a ton of beer. 

This isn't a horrible thing. I mean, who doesn't love beer? Maybe I can't answer that but I can tell you who really loves beer, Boise. In LA I'd have meet ups with writers, actors, and friends who'd meet in coffee houses or amazing sandwich shops. Here, it's bars... always bars. People always searching for the best happy hours, best beer deals. In turn, I've turned into a beer snob myself. I find myself constantly testing out new local craft beers, in high volumes. 


10 pounds later I realize I now too... love beer. 

3. Boise is an ancient Native America word meaning "Land of Excessive Stop Lights".

Ever want to drive and stop every 50 feet? Move here.

4. The Further you get from Downtown, the Redder gets. 

I live close to downtown, I work downtown and most of the people I converse with are downtown. We hug trees, defend Obama, and laugh at religious zealots. But the further away the zip code from the North End, the more you'll find Fox News blaring in the Dentist offices and Jiffy Lubes. Ada (Boise) County didn't vote in their Conservative, Anti-Gay Marriage, Drunk-Driving, Asshole Governor. They leaned blue. But all the surrounding counties drank the Kool-aid and voted with their 8th grade education. If you still think Romney was the answer... Meridian (one city over) might be a better locale.

5. No one gives a courtesy wave.

Let someone in front of you in traffic... do not expect a wave. You're welcome a-hole.

6. Dating Profile Pictures proudly display dead animals and guns. 

You move to a new town, you're single, you online date. But good luck finding a girl whose profile pictures aren't littered with dead animals she proudly killed mixed in with duck faces. And duck faces while standing over dead ducks. With dead faces.

7. The sushi is moderate but there's a ton of it. 

This town does love its sushi but since it borders cow pastures... don't ask what you're eating. Just smile and say thank you. In the two years I've been here I'm still finding new sushi places. No Dragon Roll left behind. 

8. Everyone has dated everyone.

It's pretty incestual, and weird. 

9. They don't know how to Farmer's Market.

If you're looking for amazing produce you'd think this would be the place. But after buying most of my vegetables from the LA Farmer's Markets, I expected Idaho would rock my socks. But here you'll find over-priced ukuleles and odd jams. The little produce they have is over-priced, turning the Boise Farmer's Market into a place where you just show up to drink coffee and run into other people. Or exes... whatever. 

10. You'll meet some of the greatest people in the world here. 

Just that. I've met some of the most amazing people in my life in the few years I've been here. No town is perfect. No city is flawless. You live where you fit in and even though I'm still years away from being a true local, I find myself slowly fitting it.