Archive for June, 2007

No Sleep ‘Till Japan.

6:30 AM.
3 hours until plane ride.
Haven’t slept since yesterday.
6 hours of waiting ahead of me,
Then a 16 hour flight.

Love you all.
I’ll see you on the other side of the world real soon.

Mama, Won’t You Keep Those Castles in The Air & Burning?

I shouldn’t be allowed near the computer while intoxicated. I apologize, it was immature of me.

Anyway, just a reminder that next week I will be in TOKYO, JAPAN with Dan LaSpina. I’ll be photo/text/video blogging my entire (second) journey through the vast Asian city that can only be known as THE TOKYO. It should be pretty rad.

You should probably check in next week as… well, fuck I don’t even really have to sell this. You fuckers get to see what Japan is like. And I’m funny as hell.

Stop bitching. God-Damn. Who are you, my wife?

Queer.

That One Time When Dan Luke Posted High Out of His Mind.

There are many things to say. It’s difficult to say them all.

I have this problem right? I was taking a piss at a buddy’s apartment and I happened to catch a glimpse of my under parts in the mirror. So I started wondering about some truly profound and deep shit . I started thinking “Hey, I wonder what would happen some random girl just opened that door and got an eyeful of my junk. ” I started seriously pondering the ramifications of the hypothetical scenario where a girl opens the door and sees my glory hose and berry sack . And for a long time too.

I finally deemed, that if this did indeed happen she would probably shriek and fall backwards onto her hands. There would be this mindless bewildered look in her eyes. She’d probably push up against a wall with her arms outstretched panting and screaming in agony.

I don’t want that shit.
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Teenage Angst Has Paid off Well

I wasn’t always this hip and cool. This is what I was like during 8th grade – Freshman Year:

Notes:

  • I did actually idolize Kurt Cobain and Trent Reznor THAT MUCH. Forget the fact that Kurt Cobain ended his life with a gaping hole in his head, but it’s just about the music man.
  • I had some good-ass taste in the flicks dude. Minus the Kevin Smith stuff.
  • I filmed a ton of pointless film shorts during my first few years of highschool. People tell me they don’t have a point. I tell them they aren’t abusing enough drugs.
  • I still write screenplays. Now I have a blog too! You might have heard of it.
  • The dialogue during the script scene is between my grandmother and myself.

It was my birthday about five days ago. Between those shenanigans, my trip to Japan next week, a new job, and the writing of a movie treatment I’ve been having a hard time penning fresh updates.

Stay tuned though, I leave next Friday for Japan and I will be photo and video blogging my entire trip on here while I’m there! Expect lots of Anime Porn and Holograms!

At World’s End

I remember watching a BBC Documentary entitled ‘Guys and Dolls.’ It was a one hour special looking into the lives of various societal misfits and their life sized doll collections. How can I explain this? These men , they buy life sized, anatomically correct (Working Vagina? Check. Firm rubber breasts? Check.) dolls and live with them. One of them was a twenty-two year old kid living in his parents basement that spent the majority of his days talking to an inanimate doll. It was some sad shit.

But I guess it worked for them. And if it works for them, should I really be emitting so much pity and apathy toward them?

I’m starting to feel that way toward the new Pirates movie. Can someone please tell me what the appeal behind this series is? Can someone tell me why it’s so fucking funny that Johnny Depp plays a mildly retarded, tourette ridden pirate captain that walks like an effeminate brain-damaged gay man ? Yes, I get it . He is sashaying his hands from side to side. That method of walking is uncommon and strange. A+ America, you are enjoying some seriously hilarious shit.
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