Primate, Pizza, Pita, and Post-Run Treats
Slow-burn horror, creature work that actually felt real, and a run that turned into pizza, donuts, shawarma, and homemade cinnamon rolls.
They say New York is the city that never sleeps — or was that Vegas? Either way, Los Angeles isn’t getting any beauty rest. This is where I keep the notes: food missions, everyday ops, and whatever chaos the city throws my way. This blog won’t self-destruct in five seconds — or will it?
Slow-burn horror, creature work that actually felt real, and a run that turned into pizza, donuts, shawarma, and homemade cinnamon rolls.
Solo Anaconda matinee, rain-soaked drives, and a pizza-and-donut run to kick off 2026.
A quick 1-minute end of the year rant.