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Posted on my Facebook Page yesterday:

“the rain drops sounded heavy for a while, not like it was raining hard, but more like each one carried more weight… now they’re light, and it sounds more like static in a wire. “

This morning it started raining again…

Coincidentally, earlier this week, I started looking at a particular song… For this post, I’m going to be lazy, and I’m just going to post the lyrics, as maybe they’ll hit you like the did me… Perhaps one day I’ll sing this particular song in my Closet or on stage. Though I already did make it rain in my closet once.

“It Never Rains in Southern California”
written by Albert Hammond and Mike Hazlewood

“Got on board a west-bound seven forty seven
Didn’t think before decidin what to do
All that talk of opportunity
TV breaks and movies
Rang true, sure rang true
Seems it never rains in southern California
Seems i’ve often heard that kind of talk before

It never rains in California
But girl, don’t they warn ya
It pours, man it pours

Out of work
I’m out of my head
Out of self-respect
I’m out of bread
I’m underloved
I’m underfed
I wanna go home

It never rains in California
But girl, don’t they warn ya
It pours, man it pours

Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it
Had offers but don’t know which one to take
Please don’t tell em how you found me
Don’t tell em how you found me
Gimme a break
Give me a break

Seems it never rains in southern California
Seems i’ve often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But girl, don’t they warn ya
It pours, man it pours”

– Quiche Out

Punching The Air

I love motivational sports movies with those big halftime speeches, those “dig deep” and “don’t quit” moments, those stories where the Bad News Bears of whatever sport rally behind one common goal, and with victory or not, come out winners…

I enjoy watching MMA (Mixed Martial Arts), and seeing how each warrior trains for each particular opponent, and when a fighter, who is all but counted out, is able to win a decisive victory… How can that not be inspiring?

Or those moments in sports, where a man, woman, or team, that no one thought twice of having a chance in hell, shocks the world… I remember so clearly the night James “Buster” Douglas defeated Mike Tyson… How some of my college house mates and I stood up screaming in complete victory, it was almost as if we all had something invested in the outcome… And now, looking back, we did. (FYI: Apparently “Buster” was a 42 to 1 underdog in the only casino that would lay odds in Vegas.)

Although I’m referencing a fight that took place on February 11, 1990. What we had invested was the story of the underdog… If “Buster” could do it, perhaps so could we. Not matter what unbeatable force stood in front of us. We were young and easily motivated, and any good “go team go,” could and would light a fire within us.

And if you go back a little further, to 1980, when the “Miracle On Ice,” occurred… The country freaked out for the very same reason.

So, now that you’re feeling good… Pumped up and ready to go in there and leave it all on the line, to fight for that last inch, to get up off the canvas, to never give up, to never say die, quit, or surrender, to claw and scrap, to dig deep and persevere no matter how hard the obstacle… Go to it, do it, knock ’em dead, hit ’em with your best shot… Unless, you like me, get stuck there.

When I’ve hiked with people, I have often been referred to as a juggernaut, a machine, an animal… I’m not the sveltest, thinnest, obviously in shape person, you will ever meet, but I enjoy devouring hills and mountains… And as of just recently, I have come to the realization of exactly why…

In my pursuit of my goals in the creative arts (acting and writing…), I don’t know who the hell keeps hitting me, I never see the blows that knock me down, I’m never sure which way to face, which way to wing my wild haymakers, what to tackle, what to fight for, which direction I’m supposed to claw forward in, and exactly which essence of my soul to call upon for victory…

As much as I do not envy a heavyweight boxer who stands toe to toe with another muscled-monster, slugging it out… Having the literal snot and blood out knocked out of him. I do have to admit I am a little jealous that his obstacle and his route to victory are so perfectly clear.  And while the precision or athleticism of basketball, baseball or even golf aren’t an easy task for the majority of us, the reality is, they are all extremely simple in concept…

As Pete Rose put it… “See the ball; hit the ball.”

“See the ball; hit the ball.” – Pete Rose

Motivation is great, it’s awesome and powerful… But motivation with no clear goal is just like spinning tires in mud. Imagine the best half-time speech where the coach pours out his heart, where the team all bonds together, but at the end instead of going back out onto the field to rally, the coach has convinced them all to call their individual moms and wish them a happy Mother’s Day.

As Yogi Berra was quoted as saying, “”If you don’t know where you are going, you might wind up someplace else.”

“If you don’t know where you are going, you might wind up someplace else.” – Yogi Berra

The possible reason I storm up hills on hikes, or work like a man possessed when work is put in front of me, is possibly, the fact that I have something tangible in front of my eyes, in my hands, under my feet, something I can overcome, something I can see, something I have control over… That, no matter how hard my chest is pounding, how much sweat is pouring into my eyes, how freaking hot the sun is, or even how my fingers hurt from typing so much… There is a clear and present goal right there, that I alone control the outcome of my success of completion.

I am by no means claiming that I am some super powered adventurer, or that I’m scaling Mount Everest or Nanga Parbat… Trust me, I’m sure you know a dozen people that could kick my ass on a trail, make me cry in a cage, mop me up on a tennis court… Wherever… Whatever… However… The point of this posting is not at all to brag. It is simply to relay the frustration I often get in my pursuit of my dreams and goals. And to stress, motivation is nothing without a goal or target.

I’m sure someone said it better, some where, but it takes just as much energy (or more) to throw a punch, or swing a bat that misses, as it does to throw one that connects. And going around swinging fists or Louisville Sluggers, wildly in the air, is just going to get you locked up in an asylum for the criminally insane.


– Quiche Out

VIDEO: Love Her Madly – (an odd apology)

It felt good to just play. An un-closet-ed Closet Singer.

Because I was afraid to sound poorly in a Karaoke dive bar the other night, all wrapped up in my head, I decided to be as unpolished as I could with this recording/video. Even choosing to use my computer’s camera and singing at my desk as I read the words from an on line Karaoke version. Oh read the story on the video.

Why can’t I continue to remember to always sing, dance, and play… As no one is watching?

“The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts.” — Bertrand Russell

For other Closet Singer songs… www.ClosetSinger.com

– Quiche Out

Injury Time Out

Yesterday I suffered a slight internal injury above my right knee, slipping on some gravel at the beginning of my decent down a mountain… For the next 2.7 miles, every step downward was an exercise in pain management. Whenever the trail leveled out or went up a little, it was like a breath of fresh air…

This is not the first time something like this has happened, nor will it most likely be the last. Pain and life, pain and adventure… It’s all fine. I completely accept it.

I did laugh a little as I muscled downhill towards my waiting truck thinking, “Were I a professional athlete, in a game, I’m sure I would have been pulled, and thrown into the trainers’ room.” But, I’m not, and I wasn’t. There were only two ways I was getting off that rock… Deal with it, step by step, or take a short cut and jump.

Today I’m moving slow… And I’ll probably be taking off from the gym or exercise, and definitely giving my knee a bit of rest.

Anyway, for some reason this morning, I clicked a link of a video on one friend’s Facebook page, and that led me down a rabbit hole, watching a series of motivational speeches from a variety of past films.

I linked a few of them on the “Quotes” page, but will embed them here too. Maybe your “inner warrior” could use a pep talk today as well.

Unfortunately the first one, the one that my friend had posted on his FB is a bit of a commercial, but it’s still good… And it contains two of the other following quotes in it.

– Quiche Out

Mt. Echo, a hike…

I can’t say this was one of the best hikes I’ve ever been on… Very little shade and not a ton to see on the climb up. On the plus side, it’s well maintained, and a great training hike, as it ascends relatively consistently, and has well constructed switch backs.

You have to go on a side trail to find the creek. On the way to the creek we discovered a cave with two people living inside (yeah, true story)… And along that side path there was a good amount of poison oak. And I’m honestly not sure it was worth anyone brushing against the toxic oils to see the little pool of water.

At the top of Mt. Echo, was some cool stuff, actual trees, great floral smells, old footprints of the hotel, picnic tables, and remnants of the cable cars… By the way, it apparently was called Mt. Echo because of the natural echoing phenomenon…

I would say, if you were considering the hike I’d chose a much cooler day, with better air quality, and better visibility. And go expecting a bit of a workout.

Even on trails I don’t love, I still love hiking and exploring. And while there’s no pictures of it, I think my most fun of the day was climbing up a run of a dry creek bed carved out of solid rock.

As far as wildlife today… A few lizards. Squirrel. Snake. Blue jay.  And down below in the backyard of one of the neighborhood homes, an attractive young couple, laying in their pool on floaty rafts.

All in all it probably was a 7 mile day…

Here’s a link to the Local Hike write up about it, and directions.

Yesterday I did the 6 mile hike of the Winter Creek Loop, and didn’t take any photos… But that’s one of the ones I’d recommend on a hot day. However, know that the parking lot gets jammed on the weekends, and you need an Adventure Pass to park there.

Slow Down You Move Too Fast

(…a little music for you to listen to as you read.)

Slow down... and blow on that cup of coffee, or you may just get burned.

For those of you that follow the Fans Of Tom Kiesche page on Facebook, you may have seen a post the other day…

“Wow… I almost signed something without reading it completely first. Wow… Now I see why they were so insistent on having my collaborator and I sign… Sign. Sign. Sign. Good catch collaborator… Good catch. Let’s get some more answers.”

Some of you know that my collaborator Paul and I have a manager getting one of our many feature comedies onto the desks of a few VPs at several very substantial production companies. While we have yet to have a golden “yes” returned to us, we have had some amazing compliments on both the story and the writing, and we all believe it’s just a matter of time before the right fit comes along.

At the beginning of this week, another big time company said, “send it over.”

Well, of course we were all very excited. Then all of a sudden they wanted our manager to send something else over. Then they sent over some paperwork, that they wanted him to sign. Then they made it clear that they wanted both Paul and I to sign the original paperwork, and our manager to sign something else.

Still, in my excitement, I had my pen out, and was about to put ink to paper, and drop the sucker in the mail, when my collaborator Paul discovered… Number 5 in the contract. As Paul wrote…

“I’ve seen most of the language before to protect them from people submitting scripts that are similar to something else they already have, but I’ve never seen anything like clause 5, which I’m not comfortable with, and surprises me from a co. that’s putting out major films.”

This release, wasn’t a standard release… Number 5, was a clause that seemingly stated, that by submitting the script, with this particular signed contract, we were all giving away all rights to negotiate any deal, at any point, that would be greater than the WGA minimum, if the said company wanted to do anything with the project.

So, basically, it seemed that we were signing a deal, that would be a FREE, non-exclusive option, for at best, the Writer’s Guild’s minimum for similar projects.

Okay, so WGA minimum is far better than what someone might get via a shift at Applebee’s… This is a project that has had more rewrites than Betty White’s had birthdays. This is a script that I alone have clocked hundreds of hours into.

In addition to the work, skill, passion and time already put in… When you go out of the gate, with a project that so many people feel is a very desirable project, that many feel will bring big bucks to whichever production company is smart enough to run with it… Is it smart to settle for scale? To put out into the universe that, that is all you think the script is worth is WGA minimum?

Just so you know, the company that we’re talking about, that offered this seemingly, non-exclusive option, which they weren’t paying a dime for, has in the past put out several films that have grossed in the hundreds of millions of dollars. One particular film grossed over 250,000,000 dollars domestically alone.

What’s that saying… Something like…

You are defined by what you say “yes” to, as much as you are defined by what you say “no” to.

Who knows, maybe we will happily settle for WGA minimum down the road, but it really seems like a horrific idea to go into any possible future negotiation without any legs or legal ground to stand on.

– Quiche Out

PS. For the record, I don’t believe I’ve ever talked wages with an Applebee’s employee, or ever really even been in an Applebee’s. I just like the way it sounds. Sort of like my Betty White reference, though I’ve been in her a few times…  Ba dum bum…

(Whoa, easy, I’m kidding. You know j/k.)