Thursday, February 26, 2004



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**Below are the most recent <em>Daily Derenger's</em>. <br /><br /><br />[ Fri Feb 20, 04:33:33 AM | Scott Derenger | edit ]<br /><br />My time in Hollywood has come to an end. I capped off my stay with another visit to the Improv. The stars in attendance and on stage were as follows: Anthony Clark from the CBS sit-com Yes Dear and formerly Boston Common; Sarah Silverman, whose voice is often heard on Comedy Central's Crank Yankers; comedian Jefferey Ross, who's been a great host and roaster at the Friar's Club Celebrity Roasts on Comedy Central; Carrot Top, donning the nearly sleeveless t-shirt, certainly to expose the nicely shaped arms from hauling around all his loot from commercials and sold-out shows world-wide; and lastly, Mr. Gene Simmons from Kiss. The real one, not the voice heard on The Howard Stern Show. Surely there were other great comedians on hand, some of whom I knew and others of whom I had just seen their television specials. Let's be serious, it's not like they or anyone really read this thing to see who's who in Hollywood. This site is for me and my 14 loyal readers. <br /><br />I'm must bid farewell to Los Angeles with the possibility of calling it home come this fall. Until then, the traffic's not been that bad, the non-smoking bars have been great, the women have been gorgeous, the rings will be conquered before I die, the friends - those new and old - have made the trip memorable and the comedy had been solid. <br /><br />Special thanks to my hosts, Dwight and Yana, for putting up with me and my matches in the bathroom. They have been most generous in their time and efforts as well as in their cooking and simply in giving me a place to sleep. <br /><br />Until next time ... Thank you and good night Los Angeles!<br /><br /><br />[ Thu Feb 19, 04:34:40 AM | Scott Derenger | edit ]<br /><br />In being a big fan of the HBO hit Curb Your Enthusiasm, I often find myself having moments that would play out well on the show. For instance, as I was walking to the beach in San Diego the other day, I came across two ladies, obviously tourists. They were in their 50's and were taking pictures of each other with the gorgeous Hotel del Coronada as the backdrop. <br /><br />"Why don't you get in the picture?" I said to the lady aiming the disposable camera. And with that she sat beside her friend or possibly sister on the bench. <br /><br />About 10 seconds after I squatted to get the best angle, a man walked by and asked if I wanted to get in the picture and that he would take it. <br /><br />"No thanks," I said. "I'm not supposed to be in it. I'm just taking it." <br /><br />But how funny would it be if everyone who asked to take the picture then got in the picture without ever taking one. Or better yet, what if every person did in fact take a picture, but then got in the next one. It would be a group of photographers turned friends thanks to Kodak. <br /><br />**Waiting at Wrigley 2004 is up and running. Please click on "Wrigley Field" to check it out. Also, the Daily Derenger's have been archived in my journal. Please give them a gander as well. Thanks for reading!<br /><br /><br />[ Tue Feb 17, 03:22:26 PM | Scott Derenger | edit ]<br /><br />I'm in San Diego with little library time left. My buddy's in the Navy here and I'm crashing with him. As I sat on his couch, drinking a beer and eating some Sour Cream n' Onion Baked Lays, he asked if I wanted something normal to drink. Like apple juice. Really. Apple juice. How is that normal versus a beer? With potato chips no less? And I would also venture to bet that if you knocked on the rest of the apartments in his complex, the beers in the fridge would far outweigh the bottles of AJ. Just because Sean likes apple juice so much doesn't mean we all do. Come on now, OJ is more popular than AJ across the board. Unless you're speaking of the Backstreet Boys versus a murderous Hall of Fame running back. <br /><br />Please check out my journal to read the latest Daily Derenger archives. Thanks!<br /><br /><br />[ Sat Feb 14, 05:28:11 AM | Scott Derenger | edit ]<br /><br />Two days after running on the beach, the soreness is almost unbearable. Okay, so it's not that bad, but being that I've been running a lot the last month, I shouldn't be in this much pain. I guess running on dry sand is much different than running on streets and sidewalks or even the wet, compact sand along the shoreline. And I learned that the hard way. My upper thighs and hip flexors thank me in a sadistic sort of way. <br /><br />There is nothing worse than waking up after a night of drinking, taking a huge beer-laden dump, only to find out the water's been shut off for the next 5 hours. How was I supposed to know? Nobody I'm staying with left me a note, and the lone note left by the apartment complex appeared to be written in third grade art class and was posted just above the mailboxes. Well I don't get the mail and by the time I saw the note, the logs had already been sawed off. All I could do was leave a note for the people I'm staying with: "Don't lift the lid or else." Thoughtful, provocative and neater than that left by the apartment personnel.
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