ZX Reads Some Scripts While Her Dog Eats The House

**First, a clue. ZX wears a size 8 shoe. With all the discussion about shoe size, I just had to ask her. Also, when her identity is revealed she is inviting all the people who live in LA and elsewhere to come stand at the f**king pool and see what direction it faces. Finally, next week ZX is going to document a whole day of her life with photos. To make it even more special, I will be tagging along and we will have the post next Friday at this time. Don't worry. If she gives me up, I'll post directions to her house.**

Spent the day reading scripts- the first is from a director I've previously worked with- he kept telling me that the script was too light for me, what am I, Gothic? It's a very cute romantic comedy and it turns out that he met a financier whose absolute favorite movie of all time is the one that we did together years ago. So tomorrow I'm going to dinner with the two of them to attempt to make this happen. The second was a hideous movie about vampire chicks for Jesus. If that had been the title, I would have understood the tongue in cheek vibe but it was totally absurd and I can comprehend neither how this kind of drivel gets made, nor how it gets to my doorstep. On the other hand, I find crappy scripts to be totally inspiring because as a fledgling screenwriter, it makes me think that I am the next William Goldman.

So while I was revisiting my material, my dog was on the warpath and ate my camera charger, my shoe, and my purse, which is particularly annoying because I thought she was anorexic and she just sits there looking stupid with her tongue hanging out of her mouth when I try to discipline her.