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…right here:

Really looking forward to this one… in a year,

-Shady

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…at the Santa Monica Airport. Here are a few photos!

The van, man!

Virgin full of heroin!

Wreckage!

Mr. Cluck’s!

Dharma beer!

Winning balls!

The hangar… and more Mr. Cluck’s!

The costume contest judge panel (seated, L to R): Producer Noreen O’Toole, Bethany Shady (Geronimo Jack’s Beard), Sterling Beaumon (Young Ben Linus), and Daniel Roebuck (Dr. Leslie Arzt).

Costume contest finalists: Kate, Sawyer, the polar bear, Danielle Rousseau, the “Dear Mr. Sawyer” letter, and Mother.

Don’t tell him what he can’t do!

Jughead!

And finally, the polar bear asked if she could take a photo with me and my friend Erick because she wanted “…a picture with fake Damon and fake Carlton for a ‘Damon, Carlton and a Polar Bear’ shot.”

I saw a stack of papers sell for $15,000,

-Shady

…Damon Lindelof and Carlton Cuse of “Lost,” Tina Fey and Robert Carlock of “30 Rock,” Vince Gilligan of “Breaking Bad,” and Matt Nix of “Burn Notice” and “The Good Guys” for this short piece in “Variety.”

Enjoy!

Aiming for interviewee status,

-Shady

Doppelganged,

-Shady

…with Damon, Carlton and the Muppets:

Tikka tikka tikka,

-Shady

The perfect start of a Thursday.

I’ve met four guys in that room… and one of them is Rizzo,

-Shady

Jay and Jack (of “The Lost Podcast with Jay and Jack”) are currently in the middle of hosting a 30-hour podcast. The podcast, which started today at noon (EST) and ends tomorrow at 6:00 PM (EST), is being held to raise money for Autism Speaks. Their goal is $30,000.

Bethany was on for an hour earlier today (sorry, you missed her) and Damon Lindelof was just on (sorry again), but Ralph Apel of Dharmalars fame will be on tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM (EST), and Jorge will be on for the last hour and a half of the podcast (4:30 to 6:00 PM EST).

Click here to check out the podcast through a live video feed, here to donate directly to Autism Speaks, and here to check out an eBay auction that is also being held to raise money. There are a bunch of autographed “Lost” items up for sale, so check ’em out!

For a good cause,

-Shady

Featuring photos of:

The “Lost” panel!

The "Lost" panel

Freddie Highmore!

Freddie Highmore

And blacknanas!

Blacknana

Click here to see all of the pics!

Smells like melted butter around here,

-Shady

So… yeah.

I’ve done a few posts like this in the past, where I’m like, “Well, that happened.” And this post about attending the “Lost” panel at San Diego Comic-Con will be no different.

Of course, there’s a lot of info I could share with you about the panel itself, but I’ll let the videos below do that instead. What I will tell you about is the time leading up to the panel.

Kathy and I drove down to San Diego early Saturday morning. Originally, we were going to drive down Friday night, but Kathy ended up working late so we decided to go to Disneyland for margaritas instead. But that’s another story.

We got into San Diego around 9AM and parked at the Ivy, the hotel my sister and Jorge were staying at. We went up to their room, hung out for a bit, and then met the rest of the “Lost” gang down in the lobby to get ready to leave for the convention center.

The plan was this: Three SUVs were going to pick everybody up and take them through the back entrance. Each SUV held seven people or so, so we figured we might have to get split up in some way.

(As a side note, while waiting for the car, Beth saw Scarlett Johansson walk through the lobby. I barely saw her out of the corner of my eye and Kathy didn’t see her at all, so we’ll just have to take Beth’s word for it that it was actually her.)

Waiting in the lobby with us was Michael Emerson (Ben), Josh Holloway (Sawyer), Nestor Carbonell (Richard Alpert), and writers/producers Carlton Cuse and Damon Lindelof. The day was already shaping up to be pretty cool, but the big surprise, however, would come shortly.

The cars pulled up: Jorge got in the first car with most of the other cast members. The second car filled up with some friends and family. And that left Beth, Kathy and I waiting on the third car with a few publicists.

All of a sudden, Dominic Monaghan comes walking out of the Ivy and gets into the car with us.

Now, Dominic was the big reveal at the end of the panel so very few people knew he was going to be there. This included Kathy, Beth and me. From the car, Beth texted Jorge: “Ah… why is Dom in our car?” Jorge’s response: “Surprise!”

And it definitely was cool having that surprise, especially as someone who sometimes catches wind of such surprises before they happen.

We got to the convention center and were rushed into a green room. While Jorge went over the outline of the panel with the other cast members, Kathy, Beth and I grabbed some free coffee.

There were a bunch of people milling about (I assumed waiting for their own thing to get underway), and it was at this time that I realized that Jimmy Fallon was in the room with us. As was Paul Scheer of “Human Giant,” and Woody Harrelson and Mila Kunis and Jason Bateman. They were just hanging out, grabbing free cold cut sandwiches and drinks. And this proves a theory I’ve had for awhile now: I don’t give a shit how rich and famous you are, you never turn down free food and drink.

After rehearsal wrapped, they rushed everyone back downstairs to the hall. We were quickly ushered from backstage into the seating area and, holy crap, it was insane. Nearly 8,000 people waited in line to get into that hall, some of them camping out overnight.

It was at this moment that I felt extremely fortunate to get into the panel without having to wait in a line.

The lights dimmed, the final “Lost” panel of Comic-Con had begun, and people went absolutely ape shit.

It was truly something to behold, and I’m glad I could be there for it.

So here’s the panel in its entirety. Actually, that’s not true. There were a lot of video clips shown during the panel that can’t legally be posted online, but here’s the most I can show you without getting sued:

The “Lost” Panel – San Diego Comic-Con 2009 – PART I

The “Lost” Panel – San Diego Comic-Con 2009 – PART II

The “Lost” Panel – San Diego Comic-Con 2009 – PART III

The “Lost” Panel – San Diego Comic-Con 2009 – PART IV

Also, be sure to check this out:

Heading to Hawaii in eight weeks,

-Shady

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Man… I honestly don’t even know where to begin.

What transpired last night may be old-hat to regular Hollywood types, but it was a bizarre whirlwind for a bald Hungarian from Milwaukee.

So, yeah… let me start from the beginning.

Jorge came over early in the day and wanted to take a quick nap before leaving. I worked on some stuff while he slept, and around 6PM we finally left for Grauman’s.

Now, keep in mind that this is rush hour in Los Angeles, and we’re going to a blocked-off road that is literally packed with hundreds of screaming people. We were supposed to pick up our tickets before 6:45PM, and the doors were supposed to be closed at 7PM.

Luckily, these times are more suggested than they are set in stone. Of course, we didn’t know that and therefore found ourselves running from the parking garage to the red carpet.

Numerous fans approached Jorge during this sprint, asking for pictures and autographs.

Fan: “Mr. Garcia, can I get in a photo with you?”

Jorge: “Sure, as long as you can do it while we’re moving.”

So, needless to say, there are a few photos out there from last night that (if you didn’t know the story) appear as if fans are taking part in a marathon with Hurley from “Lost.”

We finally got to Grauman’s and were ushered into the press area. It was… how can I put this? Insane.

There were people everywhere: in the stands above us, across the street holding up photos of Hurley for Jorge to sign, yelling at us from every direction. There were a brillion cameras, a frillion video cameras and a zrillion screaming human beings.

It was at this point that I started to look around and realize that pretty much everyone around us was a celebrity.

“Oh, there’s Napoleon Dynamite,” I remember thinking. “And Simon Pegg. And Tori Spelling. And Hank Azaria.”

It was weird. I mean, it wasn’t exactly a starstruck moment, unlike the TRS. But it was something that I can only describe as being bizarre.

There were people everywhere. It was madness.

Here’s Jorge looking at fans across the street who were yelling his name:

Jorge Garcia at the "Star Trek" Premiere

And here are the photographers:

Photographers at the "Star Trek" Premiere

Seth Green was in line in front of us:

Seth Green at the "Star Trek" Premiere

As was Jon Heder and a guy I’m assuming is either his clone or his brother:

Jon Heder at the "Star Trek" Premiere

Here are a few more pics of the craziness that was happening in the middle of Hollywood Boulevard:

Fans at the "Star Trek" Premiere

"Star Trek" Premiere

Press at the "Star Trek" Premiere

Eventually, Jorge made his way onto the carpet with J.J. Abrams and his wife Katie. Here’s a picture of them, followed by a short video of them making their way off the carpet:

Jorge Garcia, J.J. Abrams and Katie Abrams at the "Star Trek" Premiere

After the photo area we were shuffled to a section where Jorge took a few quick questions from television and radio reporters:

Jorge Garcia doing some press at the "Star Trek" Premiere

As he did that, I walked around and shot a few more pics. Here’s senior citizen Spock (Leonard Nimoy):

Leonard Nimoy at the "Star Trek" Premiere

Followed by young whipper-snapper Spock (Zachary Quinto):

Zachary Quinto at the "Star Trek" Premiere

Finally, we made our way inside walking under the “Star Trek” spike:

The "Star Trek" spike in front of Grauman's at the "Star Trek" Premiere

And this, my friends, is where the evening got really weird.

First, Grauman’s Theatre is just an amazingly beautiful place to see a movie. It’s small like old-school independent theaters, but has a large screen and a great sound system. It’s kind of like a Model T that’s been souped-up with hydraulics and a sweet stereo system: an up-to-date classic, if that makes any sense.

The interior of the space is just as impressive, featuring a gorgeous ceiling. It was dark in there, but I managed to take a quick shot of it here:

The ceiling of Grauman's at the "Star Trek" Premiere

We were taken to our seats. Two rows up from us: Simon Pegg. To the right of us: Matthew Fox. Directly across the aisle from us: Jonathan Frakes who played Captain Riker on “Star Trek: The Next Generation.” (Thanks, Jocco!)

And sitting directly behind us… Samuel L. Jackson. And he was looking directly back at me.

Almost like a fart that accidentally slips out during the quietest part of a play:

Me: “Oh! Hello.”

Jorge turns around to see who I’m saying hello to and has about the same exact reaction.

Jorge: “Oh, wow! Hi there.”

Samuel L. Jackson: “Turn the fuck around and shut the fuck up, motherfucker!”

Actually, that’s just what I wish he had said because it would have made for a better story. What he actually said was:

Samuel L. Jackson: “Hello.”

I turned around and noticed he was there with a younger girl. I assumed it was his daughter, which was verified when Jorge shook his hand and said:

Jorge: “It’s really nice to meet you. I’m Jorge. I’m on a show called ‘Lost.'”

Samuel L. Jackson: “Yeah, that’s what my daughter just told me. Nice to meet you.”

My turn now, putting my hand out:

Me: “I’m Justin. I’m no one. I’m just here with him.”

Samuel L. Jackson: “And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger!”

Yeah. I wish. Instead:

Samuel L. Jackson: “Nice to meet you.”

So yeah, I geeked out a little bit. In my defense, so did Jorge. At one point he leaned over to me and whispered:

Jorge: “I feel like we should offer to switch seats with them.”

By the end of the night, we agreed that meeting Jackson was the high-point of the evening. We also agreed that it was kind of intimidating spending two hours sitting in a dark room with him directly behind us.

The best Samuel L. Jackson Moment (SLJM) came just as they lowered the lights. The movie was supposed to start at 7PM and they kept flashing the house lights to try and get people to take their seats. Unfortunately, this was having no effect on people.

Every time they’d flash the lights it would appear as if they were about to start the movie, at which point Jackson would say something like, “About time,” or, “Let’s start this.” Finally, after the third or fourth time, he began to get frustrated.

So when they finally lowered the lights at 8PM (an hour late) and everyone quietly scattered to their respective seats, Jackson could be heard loudly over everyone else’s whispering, saying:

Samuel L. Jackson: “Well, it’s a good thing this movie didn’t start at 7 o’clock like it was supposed to because these motherfuckers would’ve missed it!”

As long as I live, that phrase will be forever stamped into my brain. Sweet Jesus.

“Pulp Fiction” is in my top five films of all-time, and Jackson is probably the coolest person I could have met from that movie. (Sorry, Travolta.) So I show no shame in admitting that it was very cool to be able to shake that man’s hand.

J.J. Abrams got up and introduced the cast from the movie and they all stood up to accept their applause: Chris Pines, Zachary Quinto, John Cho, Eric Bana, Winona Ryder, et al.

A few of the original “Trek” guys were there, too, including Spock, Chekov and Sulu.

While Abrams was introducing everyone I gave a quick glance around the crowd and noticed that Doogie himself was sitting in the row behind us a few chairs down: Neil Patrick Harris.

When I was a kid, especially in high school, people used to call me “Doogie Howser” because they thought I looked like him, and maybe back then I did. Now, not so much. The years have been kind to Doog and not so kind to Shady.

Finally, after hours of anticipation, the movie began.

Now, let me preface this by saying that I don’t really like “Star Trek.” I know a little bit about it that I’ve learned kind of by proxy from being friends with my old college roommate, Jocco. But science fiction is, quite honestly, a genre I’ve never really enjoyed.

But since I was sitting in a room with everyone affiliated with the movie I decided that I wanted to watch it completely unbiased.

And I can say without shame or an ounce of sarcasm that “Star Trek” is a great fucking movie.

What’s great about it is that you don’t have to be a “Star Trek” fan to enjoy it. In fact, Abrams talked a little bit at the beginning about how he was never really a fan growing up. The same goes for a lot of the actors and other people associated with the film. This isn’t a “Star Trek” movie made by fans; it’s a “Star Trek” movie made by people who were just trying to make a good movie.

So, very much in the same way that “The Dark Knight” works on many levels for both Batman fans and non-fans alike, this movie is just a solid story from beginning to end. It has great character structure, an interesting story and (of course) great sound and visuals.

It was so good, in fact, that Jorge and I agreed that we’d both go again after it opens next Friday, this time taking my girlfriend Kathy along. That means that I will have to pay to see it which, if you know me, rarely happens.

After the movie we made our way to the after-party which took place in some warehouse/parking lot just off of Highland.

The party was a free fest. They had free everything! Free food! Free booze! Free Slushies! They even handed out free “Star Trek” drinking glasses which I think were sponsored by Burger King. Why do I think that? Because this huge Klingon King was walking around the party:

The Klingon King

We saw a few people at the party we hadn’t seen at the movie theater including Chuck (Zachary Levi), McLovin (Christopher Mintz-Plasse) and Malcolm in the Middle (Frankie Muniz).

Jorge ran into Robert Weide who had directed him in an episode of “Curb Your Enthusiasm.” Weide said I should go over and have a conversation with Greg Mottola (director of “Superbad”) because it would be like having a conversation with a mirror.

This brings up a good point: There was a fair share of bald men with dark-rimmed glasses there last night, including “Lost” writer/”Star Trek” producer Damon Lindelof. On our way to the theater I joked with Jorge that if anyone came up to me wanting an interview with Damon, I was just going to go ahead and do it.

Of course, I didn’t really think that would happen. I mean, what are the odds, right?

Well, apparently the odds are pretty good, because throughout the course of the evening I was approached three times about how much someone loved my work on “Lost.”

“I just love your show,” they’d say as they tapped me on the shoulder.

“Oh. I’m not him. But he’s here somewhere.”

Bald white men with glasses are the new Asians: We all look alike. I’d like to go to lunch with Mottola and Lindelof and really freak some people out.

Before we left for the premiere I had told myself that I wasn’t going to ask people for photos, mostly because I’ve seen firsthand how Jorge sometimes gets bombarded.

But on our way to the after-party I found myself regretting not asking Samuel L. Jackson for a photo, so I told myself that if someone cool was at the after-party and it felt alright, I’d ask maybe just one person for a quick pic.

And here is my one:

Christian Slater and Justin Shady at the "Star Trek" Premiere after-party

Somewhat because of “Heathers” but mostly because of “True Romance.” I love that fucking movie. Christian had talked to Jorge earlier in the evening and he seemed really cool and down-to-earth so I figured, eh, what the hell.

And that was pretty much it. We went to another party at Crown Bar for about four minutes (and was given a nice shot of Patron), but quickly left when we realized we couldn’t even hear ourselves speak.

We made a quick late-night stop at Benito’s for some 2AM tacos and made our way back home.

Before I wrap this up, I want to leave you guys with two images. They had one of those photo booths at the party where you dress up in goofy outfits and get your photo taken. I like to think of these next two photos as our prom shot, something to print out and keep in a frame for decades so we can constantly be humiliated by them.

Enjoy!

Are you ready for your exam?

Two dorks walk into a Hollywood premiere after-party...

Thanks for the night, Jorge! I had a great time and really appreciate it.

Live dong and prostate,

-Shady

PS: Before leaving yesterday, I had a theory that Trent Reznor was going to be at the premiere. I thought that might be the case because he had made a few joking comments on his Twitter page that he might have to cancel the May 8th tour date for Nails because it was the opening night of “Star Trek.” Then he followed up with something like, “Got it figured out.” So yeah, I kept an eye open for him last night but didn’t see him anywhere. Then, this morning, Kathy found this online.

Motherfucker. I knew it!

Old Poop!

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