From my lips, to your ears – don't eat McDonalds hamburgers. Under any circumstances. I'm falling out of love with movies as I get older. (Are you?) One complaint after another, and I submit to you a reason the movie industry and movie culture is in a state of stagnation for a reason no one else is considering; a lack of visionary PRODUCERS. Roofman, the movie. My 2,500 cents on Mr. Scorsese, the documentary. Big shake up at Studio A.

Not-so-fast-times on the 405. (Which is double ironic, because the story takes place within 3 miles of most of Fast Times At Ridgemont High) Guess who's got his 3rd cold in 5 months?? I had a real mini screenplay crisis, it's quite the harrowing tale, buckle up! I went to see "my AMIGO, question mark?" Eric Rocha open for Andrew Dice Clay at the Comedy Store, and it was one of the best comedy shows of the decade.

The Mysterious Whore Of Sepulveda Blvd. Someone "upgraded" the California DMV, and it worked out about as well as you'd expect. One of my biggest Hollywood crushes semi-flirted with me. (Maybe. Kind of.) More like LAME-ian Echols. In one of the worst sell outs/hypocrisies in the history of this podcast, I went to see One Battle After Another, and give my thoughts about it. The new AFI stuff is making its way out there, and people are embracing the weirdness. In one of, and possibly THE most metal nostalgic nights of my life, I went to see Sepultura-ish do Chaos AD, with Fear Factory and Prong also on the lineup. (Unfortunately….in Orange County.)

You have a better shot getting a square deal in Mos Eisley spaceport than you do trying to sell electronics online. One Battle After Another (which also describes Paul Thomas Andersons' attempts at making an enjoyable movie) I went to see The Hold Steady Saturday night, and then make endless excuses as to why I felt like crap at Vinnie's (beautiful) wedding the next day.

Work has basically reduced me to Bob Cratchit from A Christmas Carol. (That's a real high-brow reference, you know you're in for an intellectually stimulating podcast. Fuck "NPR," LF405 is hella edumacational) The guy who played Cobra Commander's voice was a gift from on high. I forgot an important BTS fact from Blow Out from a couple episodes ago and regale you with THAT one, and I say "no thanks" to Charlie Kirk conspiracy theories. (And conspiracy theories in general, or at least people that thrive on them for some inexplicable reason)

Charlie Kirk, with "the usual suspects" at work. I finally won a film festival with this friggin pilot. The Bernie Madoff of movie scripts. The Bourne Legacy and Inherent Vice were worse than I could have possibly fathomed. A busy day at work, but I got to hang out with the guy that shot the Van Halen "Hot For Teacher" video?? Get the fuck out!!

"Somebody up there likes me," headphones edition. More things that I'm forgetting and costing myself money, for being a dunski. (As the old New Yorkers call it) Couple minor and relatively pointless things about my script, but what the hell. People who cave dive, and have died in caves. Or almost died. And/or the rescuers died too. (Why the fuck do people cave dive??) I watched Blow Out (the old Brian DePalma movie) for the first time and had some thoughts about it, I also went to see the new Spike Lee (ugh) movie Highest 2 Lowest ("tWoOo??") and was surprisingly surprised by it. I really am extra inarticulate and scatter-brained this episode, I owe you all a beer.

I spend like 25 minutes telling you how good The Insider is. Then I tell you about my labor day weekend, where most of the labor was "the work I put into trying to get laid, or meet a girlfriend." I went to see my friends' stand up show at the Improv, and try to figure out if Catherine Keener was there. (I think she was. Was she? I think so. Yes.)

"Luke Biden," over here. A wild weekend of unhealthy food, booze, old movies, bad service, good service, police, hipsters, heroes, dive bars, beaches, and lousy pie.

The big 405 prize giveaway! The 4' of safe space in my entire neighborhood to park my bike has been compromised, so now we all suffer. T Dog's pre-birthday, and more wonderful, reliable service at another California Mexican restaurant. I went to see an old movie with Barbara Hershey and John Lithgow and they were there, and so was the piece of shit director. Nobody saw Nobody 2, and deservedly so. Like the old saying goes: "people that host shows in Glass Houses should have stones thrown at them." (It was a reach, but I went for it)