…downtrodden drunk bastard, waiting to die, drinking a bottle or whiskey rye, holding a hound dog, is under a porch firing a flare gun at the kids on the street…
Gargantuan noodles once killed a Russian Czar in the throws of passion.
Several layers of cheese, if placed upon a small dog, can attract unwanted pests.
Normally I tried to avoid posting any links to the evil myspace but I finally got around to looking for the creator of the music in this video that fills me with great jealousy of their talent.
Braund Reynolds rules. Why is all the music I’m thrilled by these days coming out of the UK? What […]
“You da bomb” has a whole new meaning these days.
Last night I was bitterly disappointed by the universe of humanity who couldn’t even bother to be vaguely polite and give a quick phone call to lie about having to tend to their dying grandmother who just burst into flames in front of them holding a kitten and a roast beef when they decided they […]
I’m making two movies at this very moment. One about superheros and one about an old Mexican man and a cholo kid.
A few days ago one of my co-workers pointed out that a distant relative of her’s was in film school in Phoenix.
Tonight I went to the cafe location where we’re shooting a […]
“Ah,” I said, “but that’s the point. In a world that still has violent men, Bob Dylan’s a pussy, and he will die.” — stolen from a foreign policy discussion.
I was just told this about Bob, the one true verite in the universe, in an email.
> Whatever you do, don’t publish cartoons that depict BOB. All hell will
> break loose!
That’s a great idea. I’d love to see the masses burn down the Lichtensteinian embassy. Or maybe the Bolivian one.
And when the reporters […]