Meghan, who works behind the camera in Valleywood and blogs at Musings, is still getting used to seeing celebs in her neighborhood. Her recent run-in came at a farmers market.

While at the Studio City market, I was walking around the stalls and i saw one with a table of spray bottles set up. The labels said "Begley's Best" and had a picture of Ed Begley Jr on them. I wondered who the hell was selling this product and looked up to find Mr. Begley himself behind the table. I worked with him over the summer on a film, so it was really odd to see him in this "normal" person situation. I know he lives around there and he's always doing commercials for environmental causes. It was just very odd.

She also recounts an eventful film shoot in the Studio City hills where getting stabbed in the head was not even the most entertaining mishap of the afternoon.

The house was one of those odd architectual creations that rich people think are awesome but are completely unfriendly and uninviting. The only redeeming factors were 1) the view of the whole san fernando valley 2) the giant sliding glass doors that opened up the living room and 3) the hot tub that had the water flowing over the brim so it had the infinity effect.

Then we moved back to the basement, to redo the first shot with the stedicam. While setting it up, the homeowner (who was now drunk) started to argue with the producers over the rate and payment for the rental of the house. The homeowner then cut the breaker box twice, causing the director to scream at him, "we'll pay you your fucking money." One producer and the homeowner started to yell at each other and the homeowner pushed the producer. This led to an all out brawl, with the producer punching the guy in the nose and the producer's shirt being ripped to shreds. The other producer (note: both producers were ex-marines) got the homeowner in a hold and finally subdued him. All this time the guy's girlfriend (who was the location contact) was screaming at the top of her lungs, which made it sound like someone was being killed. We got the hell out of the house as soon as possible and went to a bar down the road to unwind.

Strangest shoot ever.

Before leaving Studio City, there's also this from The Engle Angle:

My friend slept with an A-list celebrity last week...I’m not naming names, but my friend met this man while in line for a latte at the Studio City Starbucks. She went home with him that night. He never called again, most likely as much for the reason that she slept with him twenty minutes after meeting him as for the reason that he’s a movie star and therefore exempt from social graces.

I never want to be that person. Either of them.

Last Studio City tidbit: In the March issue of Vanity Fair, an Intelligence Report lumps Hollywood directors into five main types, with some characteristics of each type. The Artistes are typified by David Lynch [whose Lost Highway spent a lot of time in Van Nuys, and who also made Mulholland Dr.] and their preferred power lunch locale is "Du-Par's Ventura Boulevard."