Mark Arbour

You can schedule postings already. When you hit “publish” instead of immediately you can pick a day and a time. I use this especially when I’m traveling.

People with ADD often self medicate and the two most popular drugs for that are cocaine and pot. We saw Travis doing coke the first time we met him. This is not new.

I think that your plans look fantastic. Thank you for sharing the survey results. This interactive fiction thing intrigues me. Is there a thread or discussion on that?

February 17, 2006 Tops Tavern Montrose, CA Travis “Come on, T, one more shot,” Kendo said, putting a shot in front of me. He’d been hanging out on the set the past couple of days because his indie film had ended. I wasn’t all that thrilled about having him around but I wasn’t really sure how to get rid of him without being rude. I kicked myself, thinking that this was the kind of shit that happened to me because I was such a nice guy. We’d gotten done a little early

I love when you all don’t know from where or when the storm is coming. I will grant you this one is a slower build. Singapore had the best seats and the only schedule to use them at that time.

February 2, 2006 Singapore Airlines Flight SQ12 An hour away from LAX Will I woke up slowly, and for a moment, I forgot I was on a plane. I stretched out, reveling in the comfortable bed that was wide, long, and perfectly flat. There were crisp linens surrounding me, cocooning me in this sleeping chamber. I sailed through the skies at Mach whatever, with no engine rumble, no turbulence; just the hush of a cabin designed to make trans-Pacific travel restorative instead of f

TRAVISTY January 9, 2006 Manhattan Beach, CA Travis The alarm went off at 6:00 am. I would have groaned in annoyance at such an early morning, but that didn’t happen for two reasons. First of all, I’d been getting up early to surf every morning so this was only an hour before my normal time, but more importantly, I was super excited to start on this movie. I’d done a brief role in a horror film last year, but

Thank you so much. At this point in time, it's hard to feel joy about getting older, but I work on it. 😀

April 3, 1802 Albacete, Spain Granger stared at Palomar for a second, admiring how handsome he was. He had a facial structure that one was more likely to find on a northern European, with a long angular face, a very straight nose, and a mouth so sexy it was almost as attractive as Calvert’s. Overlaying that was beautiful dark hair, along with stubble on his chin, suggesting that he was so virile he was unable to stay clean-shaven for a full day. Then to top it all off were

I generally don’t comment on the Will-hating comments and laugh along with them, but I think it’s important to note that Will isn’t banning Travis from having sex with anyone, he’s declaring Kendo off limits, much as Travis did with Schuyler. Something about Kendo really bothers Will.

December 25, 2005 Escorial Palo Alto, CA Travis “I have a special treat for all of you tonight,” Stef announced at dinner. “I have acquired a copy of Brokeback Mountain, and I plan to screen it after we are done eating.” “I’ve so been wanting to see that,” Will said excitedly. “I’ve been so busy, I haven’t had a chance to catch it either,” Jake said. Everyone pretty much echoed that sentiment, while I said nothing, because I had already watched it, and it

But they don’t have Ian.

Took a break this weekend and went to see Devil Wears Prada 2. I'd be interested to hear what those of you who have seen it think of it. Personally, I was very disappointed. Anne Hathaway was awful, being way too emotive, and Meryl Streep (as Miranda Priestly) was almost as bad. Miranda is supposed to be a bad-ass. She was not.

November 27, 2005 On approach: LAX Los Angeles, CA Will “It will be nice to get home for a bit,” Travis said. I stared at him, not a little horrified. “I thought Escorial was home,” I responded. “I mean it is,” he said, trying to think of a way out of the quagmire he’d just jumped into. “But I also think of Manhattan Beach that way.” “What are your plans?” I asked. “I’m going to spend some time with Jeff, do some table reads for Disturbia, an

November 18, 2005 Harvard Cambridge, MA Will I got up and felt different than I had these past few weeks. I managed to snag the shower in our room today, and even as I cleaned my body I tried to figure out why that was. I labored over it as I dried off and as I got dressed, then pondered it some more as I worked on my hair. Right before I headed to class, I finally figured it out. I was feeling hopeful and confident because I wasn’t tackling all this bullshit alone; n