The watch words for the day have been “99¢! No Reserve!”
Happy Weekend.
The watch words for the day have been “99¢! No Reserve!”
Happy Weekend.
Last night the cast for “Glengarry Glen Ross” got together at my place to run lines, munch on some pizza and drink some cheap-ass beer. I, as usual, had a little but too much of the cheapy, cheapy and am feeling a little more than tired and put out today. Man, I need to cut that shit out. The Cowboy Homer did make me smile. It’s the little things that make life fun.

Forrest, Roomie’s Woman, Roomie …

Michael, Steve, Strother …

and Myself.

The world moved on …
I was quiet yesterday. Did you notice? Probably not. I couldn’t really think of anything earth shattering to say.
I bought some toys over the weekend. Yeah. You know that. I performed in “Glengarry Glen Ross” on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Such excitement. I watched “Uzakami” which is a fucked up movie about spirals and such. It was pretty sweet along with seeing Michelle and Mary and other folks. Talked to Evil … but it wasn’t my doing. He called me. I never call him unless I’m drunk, depressed and lonely.
Wait.
I guess that means I would call him all the time … eh?
Last night I (finally) started straightening up my home office. It’s really been a real mess ever since I finished it. I either need to get another bookshelf or box some of them up for storage. I do need to take some photos of the finished room for y’all to see … now that the desk and computer and drawing table and books and such are in there. Won’t that be exciting?
Hmmm.
Who’s still a bummed out little bastard?
I would have absolutely no idea …


I confess my utter lust for the Genndy Tartakovsky designed version of Obi-Wan Kenobi.
[Please Note: The Ewan McGregor version isn’t so bad either.]
I’ll give you one guess as to who is (for no really good reason) feeling all bummed out today …
It was so great last night. I was trying to find a USPS insurance receipt in my home office. Inadvertently, I knocked over a stack of books and magazines (my office is really, really messy right now) … and what should appear from that stack! Porno mags that I forgot I owned. Ah, the joys of rediscovered porn.
In Other News …
I was informed today that it was perfectly okay to lust after a high school senior.

I’ll give you one guess as to why I will be seeing “Blade: Trinity” when it hits video in late April …
You can check out the video for the excellent new Garbage single “Why Do You Love Me.” Go official and then scroll down to the 03.21.2005 entry. RAwk!
The Gatekeeper over at Lions Gate Horror writes:
Lions Gate is also busy prepping the release of HIGH TENSION. First, let me tell you. This is one of the best horror movies you can spend your money on. This movie delivers. It’s scary, tense and has plenty of blood and gore. It raises the bar on slasher type films. I describe it as being 90 minutes of gut wrenching adrenaline. You’ll only be using the edge of your seat for this one.
I talked to a lot of people. There seems to be some concern about there being cuts to the movie so it can get an “R” rating. Here is my take for what it’s worth: To my knowledge Lions Gate would like to give HIGH TENSION a wide release. To release this film or any film for that matter, as unrated or NC-17 is commercial suicide. Do you realize that most of your commericial theaters will not play NC-17/unrated movies? Add to that a lot of newspapers won’t even place ads for movies with such ratings. What’s a studio to do??? In the case of Lions Gate, they cut a frame here and there. It doesn’t even amount to a minutes time. That’s less than 60 seconds so a great horror movie can reach as many people possible—yeah, that includes YOU. Besides you’ll probably get that time back when it’s released on DVD. Trust me. The fine folks at Lions Gate know what they’re doing. They’re not going PG-13 on you aka Ring, The Grudge, Alien vs. Predator. Savor the R rating and kudos to Lions Gate for keeping the “R” in horro”R”.
I had the craziest dream last night. In it Homer and Trachalio came for a visit. I was still living at home with my folks and my mother was still alive. We hung out for a bit then Homer disappeared. After a bit he came back with an older brother that he had been off working with. Both of them were sweaty from whatever manual labor they had been doing. It had something to do with digging ’cause they were also covered in dirt.
Yeesh. That’s not my first “blogger” dream, but it’s definately the strangest.~