Frustrated by various snags I’ve hit during the making of LOBO: The Motion Picture, I decided I needed to take some time to clear my head.
Nagging doubts began to seep into my conscience. Not about the movie -oh God no; this script is the best thing since Citizen Kane- but about Hollywood in [...]
I’m generally not into taking photos, but I’ve been snapping some off lately to document my last days in San Francisco. Today there was a barbeque at my house to celebrate 420. This is really just as good an excuse as any; we have A LOT of barbeques. Well, today was my last one and [...]
[…] It was kind of getting old to be waking up all the time with a hangover, in somebody’s bushes, wearing only a thong and an eye patch, and wondering whose ass I was gonna to have to kiss to make up for whatever I did the night before
[…] we get to this restaurant and I’m throwin’ elbows. Kids, librarians, whomever; if they’re in my way, they’re goin’ down.
[…] Clueless housewife humor holds no appeal for me. I already know that babies shit everywhere; I don’t need to read the continuing analysis of this supposed amazing revelation 87,000 times/day on Technorati. Just stick the baby’s nose in it and lay some newspaper down. He’ll learn soon enough.
[…] Once I realize that the bitching has yet to make the thing work again (this could take years), I will MacGyver it into being half-ass operational with a syringe and a used condom wrapper, neither of which are in short supply in the pile under my bed.
[…] I’m normally a pretty brave guy. I would fight six dudes if I had to; six very short, effeminate dudes with heart and equilibrium trouble; but “mice problems”? The thought of this made me afraid like a little girl.
[…] I don’t carry a phone because it makes it too easy for the sleeper cells I infiltrate to zero in on my location after I’ve sabotaged their operations. This always makes chicks both impressed and afraid for my safety.
[...] After having been involved in a number of these “New Years”, I am now able to confirm that this is actually an ideal time to wipe your slate clean of the prior year’s sexual harassment and lude behaviour accusations and pretend to be a better man. This pretense will last approximately two months, at which time I will have reached my threshold of endurance for these unwelcome lifestyle changes.
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