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Patrick Walsh

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posted Tuesday, 4 April 2006

So I tried to be fairly aloof on here about what was going on with this whole trip to LA, but I have decided there's really no reason to be. I'll take you through the events of the past year or so.

July 2004: I complete a play that I had been tinkering with since college, and have a strongly received read-through with a group of friends and actors. I begin considering how to get the play produced by Christmas, as it takes place around the holidays. Several weeks after I complete said play, the film Garden State is released and has essentially the exact same plot. Dismayed, I do nothing with the play.

September 2004: A friend and co-worker calls at 3AM and asks if I'd like to write a television pilot with him about our experiences. I agree.

October 2004 through September 2005: MUCH procrastinating and false startery ensue. Every time we sit down to write, the call of pizza, alcohol, or a "Felicity" marathon proves too strong to resist.

October 2005: We get our shit together, buckle down and write. Combining my writing partner's love of "OC"-type melodrama and my love of dick jokes, we produce what we feel is a really solid hour-long-more-comedy-than-drama-dramedy pilot script. We show it to some people, and the consensus seems to be that it is good but we should make it a half-hour sitcom. We repeatedly hear that "people don't want to laugh for an hour." And why would they? Laughter being so unpleasant and all.

November 2005: We cut 30 pages, fashion it into a sitcom and get it on the desk of an influential person at Network A. Said person tells us he really liked it but that it is too edgy for Network A and we should pitch it to Network B. We start making plans to do just that. Two weeks later Network B announces a pilot with the exact same premise and title as ours. We receive misguided e-mails congratulating us on their success. Mass confusion and minor vomiting all around. We ask around, trying to figure out what happened, how it happened, if there is a legal issue, etc.

This hubbub gets our script on the desk of an even more influential person, where it will remain for a few months, presumably buried under scripts for "Joey" spinoffs and crime dramas teaming Joe Pantoliano with a sassy black orphan/robot/orphaned robot.

February 2006: Influential person reads it, loves it, requests more writing from us. We write him a "spec" script, and he sends our material out to agents with his endorsement. We crap our pants.

March 2006: My writing partner and I head out to Los Angeles to meet with a variety of agents. Many In-N-Out burgers are consumed, and certainly live up to their name. I do my best to douche up my appearance for these meetings: blazer, jeans, hair gel. The week is beyond stressful but very exciting, and we eventually sign with the William Morris Agency.

And now the waiting game begins. We head out again in a few weeks to meet with executive types, and God willing we'll be writing on a show by summer's end.

Pretty rad, right?

Again, keep me in your prayers, thoughts, hearts and pants. If this happens, there will be champagne for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends.

Everyone else will receive a small glass of Caffeine Free Diet Coke.

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1. Ben left...
Tuesday, 4 April 2006 11:44 am

Personally, I would prefer a delicious In-N-Out burger, but way to go!


2. Mike Curry left...
Tuesday, 4 April 2006 1:00 pm

Congrats Pat.

Also, I have two hilarious stories about Caffeine Free Diet Coke and other disgusting drinks.

First, when I was a child my parents had only two "sodas" available: Caffeine Free Diet Coke and Mendota Springs. I don't know if anyone has had the pleasure of Mendota Springs, but it is basically a mix of urine and kidney stones. So we would be forced to drink one of the two if we wanted a soda. However, when we were sick, my father would want us to drink Sprite. As a side bar, my father claims to be a doctor, but as I recall the cure to most of my sicknesses as a child were Sprite and Tylenol. I doubt a medical degree is required for such a prescription.

So anyway, one of the times we had a 12 pack of Sprite when my sister was sick, I was downing them like they were cocaine. So I run inside from playing some basketball, thirsty and winded(I am a bit to very out of shape) I grab for the Sprite on the refrigerator shelf and take a huge gulp. However where the delicious Sprite was just a few hours before, now was a awful Mendota springs. In one motion I downed the soda, and then lurched forward, puking about seven times. However, as a silver lining, I was able to stay home sick, and got a new batch of Sprite. But still, that haunting taste will live with me forever.

As a second soda story, once I got older we started having a ton of good soda in the house. However to compliment the good soda, my mother still bought the Caffeine Free Diet Coke (which by the way comes in a poop colored can, which I feel is appropriate) This soda would sit untouched for months.

One night, my neighbor Mike Bircher, and I found people having sex in their car in a circle that was a few hundred feet from both of our yards, so being mature 14 year olds, we decided to fuck with them. So we sat behind a row of trees, and used the only heavy non-usable object we could find(The diet cokes), and we began grenade style hurling the sodas one at a time at the car. We were doing this blind, so we heard the first two or three land on the street around it. So then we decided to each throw two and run away. The next thing we heard was the shattering of a windshield and the scream of a woman.

We both without a word ran home. This is the only documented positive use to ever come from Caffeine Free Diet Coke.


3. Melanie left...
Tuesday, 4 April 2006 1:16 pm

So, what, no more Podcasts? What's the deal? Not that I'm saying I don't like reading what you're laying down, but what about the other two guys on that podcast? Where are they? I'm voting for more podcasts. thanks.


4. Patrick Walsh left...
Tuesday, 4 April 2006 1:47 pm

Thank you Ben and Mike.

Mike, those stories were gold. I have a similar experience when I was mowing lawns on one of the hottest days of the year. One of my customers brought me out a huge glass of what I thought was delicious icy Coke. I took an enormous swig only to discover it was unsweetened iced tea. It was an emotional rollercoaster.

Melanie,

I'm not going anywhere yet, we have a podcast in the can, and we'll probably record more before I leave.

And shoot me straight, Josh and Ian, did one of you leave this message posing as "Melanie?"


5. sam left...
Tuesday, 4 April 2006 3:27 pm :: http://craftysam.blogspot.com

I am very very happy for you, Pat, as I have already told you. I am also happy for myself, cause this means there will be two more writers in Hollywood that I actually know whenever I finally get my butt in gear like you folks and write a damned spec script...just promise you'll still take my calls/emails then...

As for caffeine free coke, my mother also was a big fan. The only pop we had in our house growing up was that and Diet Sprite. Gross. Needless to say, I never drank pop much until Junior year of college- when I suddenly realized that I no longer lived in my mother's house and could buy whatever the hell pop I want. Being an adult rules!


6. sam left...
Tuesday, 4 April 2006 3:45 pm :: http://craftysam.blogspot.com

PS- I just now saw your request re: Peppermint Pattie Brownies...I have now posted it on my blog. yippee.


7. sam left...
Tuesday, 4 April 2006 3:50 pm :: http://craftysam.blogspot.com

PS- I just now saw your request re: Peppermint Pattie Brownies...I have now posted it on my blog. yippee.


8. Bryan left...
Tuesday, 4 April 2006 4:53 pm

Throwing another soda story into the mix ... My friends and I were over at my house in maybe 8th or 9th grade, sampling from the folks' liquor cabinet. We decided to make Rum and Cokes. Of course, my parents only bought generic soda, so instead we drank Rum and Diet Caffeine Free Big K. Every time I think about it, I dry heave just a little. (Anybody else know Big K? It was Kroger brand soda. I think they only have it in the midwest).


9. M. Kemper Brown left...
Tuesday, 4 April 2006 8:36 pm

"I do my best to douche up my appearance for these meetings: blazer, jeans, hair gel."

I like blazers, jeans, and hair gel. (Silent sobs)


10. RØB left...
Tuesday, 4 April 2006 11:40 pm :: http://www.pancakeproductions.net/

Excellent work, bud--sounds awesome. Congratulations!


11. Patrick Walsh left...
Wednesday, 5 April 2006 9:30 am

Sam,

I will definitely attempt (and surely fail) to make those brownies.

Bryan,

I definitely know Big K, although I think Kroger closed down when I was about six. How old are you? On the non-name brand soda wrote, my family always went with the Vess, which was also a midwest thing. I think. 12 cents a can and an amazing variety of colors and flavors, all just barely on the good side of disgusting.

Brown,

In this day and age, you gotta be a douche to succeed. Don't look at it as a bad thing.

Thanks Rob!


12. flick left...
Wednesday, 5 April 2006 3:56 pm

I heard they used to use Caffeine Free Diet Coke to defoliate jungle cover in Vietnam.