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Wednesday, August 29, 2007


I thought I was either going to write this entry almost a month ago or never at all. Yet, somehow, here I am on August 29th, with the big news: I'm heading to the 23rd Annual Boston Film Festival! And, damn it feels good.

There is really nowhere else I would rather premiere my film quite honestly. It's not only my hometown, but I'm also going to be there. It should be very exciting or at least I hope so. Yeah, one might argue that the Independent Film Festival of Boston is the cream of the crop in Boston, but I don't care. I'm flying high right now for the simple reason that I did it!

A little over three years ago I promised myself that I would come back to Boston and premiere my film. And, three years later here I am with my film in hand. True to my word in every way.

I'm sure I'll have way more to write about this, but for now I just want to let it soak in. This is a very exciting time for myself and the cast and crew of "Sweet Pea".

iPhone on Crack

I find it funny that a kid cracked the iPhone. You would figure it would be cracked by some genius professor from MIT or something, but no. He's a 17 year old kid from New Jersey.

I'm not really supporting this illegal activity, but kinda makes Apple and AT&T look stupid. Still, if one company gets hurt from this it's definitely AT&T, which loses business. People will still buy the iPhone, but now they don't have to switch carriers.

It should be interesting watching this develop.

Hogan The Idiot

As much of a Hulkamaniac that I am, Hulk Hogan's son pissed me off the other day. The kid has barely had his license for a year and he's already got into three accidents. Nick Hogan is making people like Lindsay Lohan look like amazing drivers.

I know he's only 17, but his latest crash has possibly given his passenger brain damage. And, why? Because they were trying to be cool and raced down the street like a bunch of pussies. Street racing is dumb and Hogan should be penalized.

His license should be suspended for at least a year and if his friend dies, then he should go to prison. He seems like a nice guy, but I think he has some control issues. Watch "Hogan Knows Best" and you will see. It's too bad. Maybe, Hulk should give him one of his famous points with that look or maybe he should just give the kid a leg drop.

The Pinkberry Verdict

Although, I wouldn't call it Stinkberry, Pinkberry is still nothing to be amazed by. Today for lunch I decided to get the healthy, yogurt (25 calories per serving) with real fruit (I went with strawberries, pineapples, and bananas). Why? Because I would never pay that much of my own money for yogurt (it cost almost eight dollars). Anyway, it was okay.

Only, okay? But, they use real fruit, Mr. Sauce! I know, I know. Who gives a shit, really? The yogurt itself was not my favorite. It had this weird, aftertaste to it. Tough to really describe. I do know this, that Pinkberry is a pure product of LA. It's hip, it's cool, it even has its own theme song (go to the website and you might even start dancing).

My biggest mistake was the fact that I bought the biggest and most expensive portion for the simple reason I needed to fill up. I kinda did, but as I type this I feel the need for a snack to fulfill my taste buds. Unfortunately, I failed to reach frozen yogurt nirvana.

I'm all Pinkberried out.

The Annoying? Red Sox Nation

I just read two articles on by Bill Simmons and Jim Caple talking about the Red Sox Nation. You can read them at ( and (

Sadly, I really don't disagree with the articles. It makes some valid points about my hometown team and particularly its fans. It's hard to argue the fact that the Red Sox are the most popular team in baseball. They've actually easily held the title since 2003 when they made that amazing run in the playoffs (My last playoff run that I got to experience in Massachusetts and I'm glad. It was suprise, suprise "annoying".).

Annoying though could also be a general term to describe Massachusians. We just are. You really have to just live or stay in the state for an extended period to realize this. Add sports to the mix and you have the most annoying fans in the world. And, when we're winning you can forget about it.

Historically, that was not a bad thing, but something happened to Red Sox Nation and Boston sports fans: Bandwagoning and fair weather. Two very evil words that I despise. Go to Boston and count how many Red Sox hats are on people's heads. Hell, there's even green jerseys and pink hats with the Sox logo. A pink baseball hat should be against the law.

Being a member of Red Sox Nation went from being loyal to cool and that is its downfall. Unlike most people, I'm a true fan. I know the ins and outs of every major sport in North America and can give the average person on the street a brief history on my teams. I know players and seasons. I know heartbreak and triumph. I know it all because I'm a fucking fan.

And, I don't need to wear a hat with a "B" on it to do it. I actually refuse to wear my Red Sox hat when I'm in Massachusetts (unless I'm going to a Red Sox game). It's annoying to me since I know that the majority people that wear the hat need to for the sake of feeling good about themselves at night. They "think" they're a fan, but merely just joining the fun since the Red Sox's rise to glory. Let me just say this, you would never see a group of hot women in Boston wearing Red Sox apparel before 2003. Now, it's the style. It's the "cool" thing to do.

I have no idea what the point of this post really is. I have begun to ramble and diss my hometown team, but Simmons and Caple set me off. I guess I'm just stating my stance as I prepare to return home for the majority of the playoff push. Where the sports pages will be filled with Sox, Sox, and more Sox coverage. Yes, Red Sox Nation is pissing me off. I would never say I wish they were still cursed, but at least you knew who your friends were back in the day.

Monday, August 27, 2007

First Day of School is Tomorrow (Just Kidding!)

For the last however many years, I would be mentally preparing to head back to school. Tomorrow, for example, is the first day of school at Chapman. Yet, here I am, writing an entry in my blog at a little past 1:00 a.m. Yes, the reality has set in. I'm finally done with my formal education.

Maybe it's me, but I think this is a big moment in your life. Of course, the cool thing to say would be that I need to go to work in the morning, but I'm not cool. I'm unemployed to be more accurate. Although, I have my reasons, namely going back home in less than a week for the majority of September.

I've been thinking that really getting ready to head to school with your pens, paper, and books is not really a "bad" thing. As great as the real world is, you have to deal with the harsh realities of life that you can avoid while still in school. Namely, what I call "The Dream". Unfortunately, for you the reader, I'm not going to discuss that right now. I'll probably touch upon it towards the end of September. All I know, is "The Dream" is now "The Reality" and it hurts.

So, good luck my fellow Chapman friends and everyone around the world. Enjoy your classes while I sit at my apartment and watch re-runs of "The Wonder Years".

Sunday, August 26, 2007

I'm Still Alive

Yes, I'm alive, so don't worry. Just haven't really felt like writing lately. Probably post some stuff tomorrow. We'll see how the day goes. Anyway, I'm tired and going to bed.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

The Law of DVD Ethics

I was reading today at Kopelson about the re-issue of the Stanley Kubrick Collection and I'm pissed. They are releasing a new "A Clockwork Orange" two disc special edition. It's got some extra features and a bad ass dvd cover. They are also re-issuing everyone of Kubrick's films besdies "Dr. Strangelove" (not really sure why, but that has already been released as a special edition).

This brings me to my point of why I really hate dvds. Sometimes it feels like every week there is another special edition of the same movie being released. Some of it I can understand, but it just pisses me off. They should just go all out in the beginning and not touch the dvd for a long time. This gives someone the chance to enjoy their first purchase before wanting to shoot themselves for owning the lesser version.

Some movies I don't really care if I have the lesser version. Although, some movies it really pisses me off. Namely, three films in my collection ("Breakfast at Tiffany's", "Pretty in Pink", and now "A Clockwork Orange") I want to upgrade, but it hurts me to do so. Here's the thing about special features: after one viewing they are usually useless. It's like, "Oh, cool, that's how or why they did that. Cool, let's watch the movie."

DVDs also tend to never release special edition when they probably should (cough, "Boogie Nights", cough). Okay, that film I just coughed out actually already has a special edition, but it just celebrated its tenth anniversary. Why not re-issue it with even more features? Pointless maybe to the average human being, but not to me and within this blog that is really all who matters.

As you can see the problem with dvd releases are they follow no law or pattern. They simply release films whenever the fuck they feel like it and that's why it sucks. They need to start a system, which states certain laws that the release must abide by.

First, dvd special editions can only be released on anniversaries of the film or the filmmaker's death. Second, unless there is a significant quality difference than a dvd can only be released as a special edition once or at least every 25 years. Third, you must notify me when the fuck you're going to release dvd special editions at least a year before you do, so I don't buy the fucking inferior version and piss me off.

There you have it my friends. Follow these rules and you will live a long and prosperous life.

Monday, August 20, 2007


Maybe I'm just in one of those moods, but don't you wish you could go back in time and change big mistakes you've made in your life? Lately, I've been thinking about that a lot. Mostly in regards to the fact of my current residence in the glorious city of Glendale.

I've had a lot of tough luck when it comes to housing. There was the awkward apartment situation during junior year with Anthony, Peter, and Steven. There was the foreclosure during senior year. And, now there's living in Glendale as a college graduate. Now, let me say this right now that I don't hate this city. I just hate it for my situation.

You would think that a guy who graduated college would have had enough brains to release only a dumbass moves this far out of Los Angeles when they know their first job is probably going to be in the heart of the city. So, what happens? You screw yourself and your life for the next 12 months.

Luckily, I got a lucky gig in Mississippi, but the dream is over and it's time to wake up. Reality is upon us, my friends and now you're "stuck in a pickle" as the old saying goes. I can either work in Beverly Hills/West Hollywood and literally have no life (granted I have no life now, but it will be even worse) or I can do something else until the spring (wasting a year of my life, which pisses me off to no end).

Yeah, I guess I didn't HAVE to sign the contract, but what was I going to do? Live by myself? Every other film major I knew is playing chicken and still living in Orange County or too intimidated to enter Hollywood. So, here I am trying to figure out my next move. I need to find a job when I return. It's just a question of what the fuck it's going to be.

No wonder why I'm staying in Massachusetts for almost a month. I'm fucking scared of the reality that lies ahead.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Superbad is Supergood

I saw "Superbad" last night. Damn, was that a funny movie (although, "40 Year Old Virgin" and "Knocked Up" were funnier). You got to hand it to Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg for writing a script that was hilarious from beginning to end. I heard they started to write the film when they were 13, so that's incredible. Considering these guys are in their 20s, who knows where they will end up. Seth Rogen is the "It" man in Hollywood right now with two big hits in one summer. The film just made 31.2 million at the box office. It's safe to say that the Apatow clan is on top of the world.

I'm not going to analyze the plot or characters. I just don't feel like writing a full review on a film like this. It's rather pointless. All I'm going to say is you should probably go see it unless you have a personal vendetta against Seth Rogen, Evan Goldberg, Judd Apatow, Michael Cera, or Jonah Hill. You will be entertained for two solid hours. It's that fucking funny!

Friday, August 17, 2007

It All Began 3 Years Ago Today...

It's odd to think that three years ago today, I got on an airplane to head out to California and Chapman University. My life has really never been the same. Sure there has been many ups and downs, but overall I'm happy with my decision. I wouldn't trade it for anything.

So, here's to hopefully another three years and many more in the golden state. Now, all I need is to find a job and get laid...

The Return

Roll out the red carpets, Peabody, I'm coming home. You can see the excitement in the air. I booked my flight yesterday. I leave on September 2nd and return on September 27th. Yeah, the Tanner City will be stuck with me for a little over three weeks. It's a long time, but I intend to keep myself busy.

I'm actually quietly working on this project that I intend to do some heavy research on when I return to Peabody. I don't know if anything will happen with it or even if I'll write it, but I need to return home to find that out.

Maybe I'll even do some color commentary when I come back. I probably be around for a couple games, so that could be fun to go back in the booth for old time's sake. If I'm a really nice guy I might even volunteer down at cable and show people how to use stuff.

It should be a couple interesting weeks and I'm actually somewhat looking forward to going home. I even get to go to the International Festival this year. It's going to be awesome.

Getting Fucked Up on a Thursday

Well, last night was something else. Julian and I were bored, so we decided to hold the 2nd Annual Wine and Sausage Fest. We held one last summer in Davis, which was fun and memorable (I accidential spilled my wine all over Julian). Of course, you might think that wine and sausage tastes horrible together. Yes, you are completely correct and that is the whole point of the event. You also must wear a nice shirt and crappy pants in an effort to mismatch and look like a complete idiot.

Once you do all that, the only thing left is to drink a whole bottle of wine. I drink pinot noir while Julian drinks chardonnay. The biggest problem with drinking a whole bottle of wine is that you get drunk very quick. Let me put it this way that we both passed out by probably 11:00 p.m. This was also assisted by the fact that we both smoked and got completely fucked up. That combination is extremely powerful and not one to be taken lightly.

The best part of the night was that I puked everything out later in the evening, so I actually got all that food and wine out of my system. I felt much better and surprisingly made it to the toilet despite the fact that I was high and drunk off my ass. I was damn proud of myself.

I'm also proud of myself that I'm probably one of the only people you will ever meet that has thrown up wine on multiple ocassions.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

The Future of "Sweet Pea" and I

Yesterday I discussed my short film, "Sweet Pea", with Kopelson's VP of development, Ryan. He gave me some good points on the film and overall he really liked it. He told me he couldn't tell if it was shot on 16 or 35 and had good production value. He also really liked the two lead performances and said I did a great job getting it out of them.

In regards to the festival circuit, he said my film is right up there with films he's seen submitted into festivals, so my only issue may be that it's a drama. He also made an interesting point that festivals are not as essential unless you want to be a director. He went to his first festival earlier this year and he really didn't gain that much contacts. He said you will make better contacts simply working and being in LA rather than traveling across the world unless it's one of the big festivals (Cannes, Venice, Berlin, Sundance, etc.)

He makes a good point since you can't expect to become huge after one short film. There is still a lot to learn and do much better. He told me I should go raise money and make another film with a simple story that is visually stunnning if I want to make some noise as a director. Of course, I don't really intend to direct, so if anything this film just a piece to showcase.

After talking to him, it made me think that he's probably right. Festivals tend to be overrated and considering he didn't even submit his short into festivals, I think that says something. The guy is 28 and a VP in development at a production company headed by one of the greatest producers of the last 30 years. Of course, I would still like to get into the Boston Film Festival (if they will ever notify people of their acceptance), but LA is where it's at, plain and simple.

Yes, I want "Sweet Pea" to screen at different festivals, but if it doesn't then so be it. I would much rather be an individual success in ten years than be a success now with a short film that no one will probably remember in five years. Yeah, it sucks, but when does this business not suck? It's a harsh reality of wanting to be in a business where only the strong survive.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Overdosed on Coffee?

I thought it was funny today to read about some girl who overdosed on coffee. Apparently, she drank seven double espresso coffees. She began to laugh and cry before heading to the hospital. She did live, but she expressed the dangers of caffeine.

That's a great story to tell your kids. Yeah, I overdosed (pause) on coffee. Do me a favor, lady, and change the story to heroin, cocaine, or even aspirin.

Here's the link:

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Mississippi No Go

Unfortunately, last night I found out that I will not be returning to Mississippi in late August. The music event has been postponed to a later date and might be canceled all together. So, there ends my association with Mississippi Visions, LLC. At least I made 5500 dollars.

The good thing is now I can focus on my trip back home. I can enjoy life for a little longer before I start looking for a job. The plan right now is probably fly back in late August and stay until late September. Everything is pending right now because I'm also waiting to hear back from the Boston Film Festival.

Part of me doesn't even want to accepted since I've been so frustrated with the whole situation. I was supposed to be notified in late July and the notification date was changed to mid August. It's funny that the more and more I read about it, the more I find out that this is not a great festival. People complain that as big of an arts center the city is, this festival doesn't represent it well. I keep hearing that The Festival in Boston is The Independent Film Festival of Boston, which I will also be submitting to soon (the deadline is 9/30).

I guess the only thing to really do is sit and wait. I'm at the point where I just want to know an answer. I need to book a plane ticket!

It Was 40 Years Ago Today

Well, it was 40 years ago on June 1st, but last night The Hollywood Bowl paid tribute to the greatest album of all time, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. They performed the whole album with the orchestra, Cheap Trick, Aimee Mann, Joan Osborne, and others.

The sound was good, but not great. My problem with it was that the crowd was not really that into the show. Most of the people there were not really diehard fans, but season ticket holders. This was a concert I actually considered getting high for, but weed was rare throughout the night. I did smell some and I think the person got busted because I saw one of the ushers going to talk to them.

I actually did see British Chris at the show (from the Amoeba show). I saw him from a distance, so I didn't get a chance to talk. The guy is easy to spot with his Sgt. Pepper jacket and pouch of tobacco since he rolls his own cigarettes.

I also couldn't help myself, but correct a bunch of stupid Beatles fans talking about Sgt. Pepper's. I know I just wrote something about this topic the other day, but I couldn't help myself. This lady is like Yellow Submarine is on Pepper. I turned around and told her it was on Revolver. Then, some other guy says that Yellow Submarine from probably from Pepper sessions and put on Revolver. I started to give up by then since Revolver came out in '66 and Pepper came out in '67. Then, the guy tells me how cool it is to be hear and listen to the Beatles music since they performed here in '68. The Beatles performed there in '64 and '65 and their last concert was August 29, 1966. I replied yeah and turned around, disgusted.

Still, the show was a fitting tribute and one a true Beatles fan admires. It just gives you another perspective to listen to their music.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

The Madness

Last night before I went to bed, I was thinking about who actually reads this blog. I know there has got to be some people who read it here and there. So, it got me thinking that if any girl who knows me reads this blog, they must think I've gone insane. Seriously, I tend to go on tangents and sometimes things get a little wacky. Maybe, too wacky in a public setting. Although, I still hold some stuff back because I don't want to start a fight with anyone. Wait until my memoir is published and we'll see how long it takes for me to get assassinated.

I can just picture someone reading this and saying, "Damn, Mike you need some help. You're going crazy."

Don't worry I'm not that crazy. Okay, maybe just a little. Let me put it this way, I write what I feel. Writing is my strongest form of expression. I just have an easier time writing something down than talking to someone. That's me, which is why I like blogging. It's actually really fun if you don't care what people think.

Cause I'm As Free As a Bird Now

Thank God I'm going to Kopelson for two days next week. It's getting bored at the house. I have to leave the house once a day even if it's just to go outside and pick my ass. It's that sense of freedom, hence the bird. In the words of Ronnie Van Zant, there's nothing freer than a bird.

The one good thing about sitting around all day is that I have been doing stuff that I usually don't do. For one, I've worked out the last two days. Hell I probably walk/jogged close to two miles today. I've also been doing some creative stuff. I guess you could call them projects I've been working on and off for probably close to five or more years. Not saying that makes them better because it's untrue. I'm just throwing ideas around and have not even wrote one page of the script. I'm taking it slow. No need to rush, in my opinion.

Rumor on the street, or at least according to sources is that Kopelson is hiring all female interns. If this is true, then I'm going to take the job process very slow in an attempt get some wink, wink.

Speaking of wink, wink (What the hell?), this would be a great time to have a girlfriend. I'm not talking about the sexual side, but the side when you can talk to each other for hours and basically waste time. Imagine if I had that right now, then maybe instead of writing this blog I would be talking on the phone. Or maybe, instead of my run today I would be talking on the phone. There's a sense of mystery to it, which intrigues me. It got me thinking that maybe I should just pick anyone in the whole world to be my girlfriend for the next couple weeks before I return to Mississippi and Massachusetts. Then, I'll dump her after she takes me to the airport. That is what you call a rental with a great discount.

Seriously though, I'm not just fucking around when I say that having a girlfriend when you have nothing to do is extremely helpful. This is what my day consists of: waking up, watching "The Wonder Years", taking a shower, going outside, sitting in my room, smoking weed, going to bed. That is not the best routine to have when you're 22 years old. I'll be a man and say it's my fault, but I'm honestly unaspired to find hope in today's society. I just don't know if there's anyone out there for me. Because if there is, then she's either trapped in a cave, been shipped to Taiwan for prostitution, or has been killed.

I guess it hasn't helped that I've been burned good a couple times in the past if you know what I mean, brother

Thursday, August 9, 2007

They really were "The Wonder Years"

Since I basically have nothing to do for the next two weeks, I've been trying to entertain myself. Yesterday, I learned to crochet. Today, I painted a portrait of President Bush. I've become a renaissance man in my own right. I have even been working out the last couple days. I'm determined to lose the weight I gained in Mississippi if it's the very last thing on do on this planet. Most importantly, I've been watching "The Wonder Years".

Unfortunately, "The Wonder Years" will probably never be on dvd due to music fees and whatnot, so I've been doing the syndication deal. I must have watched about 10 episodes today. Damn, what a good show. It's got a great soundtrack (60s music galore) and it takes place from 1968-1973, so there's all these smoking 60s chicks. I like to call them more affectionately, Bangin' Beauties with Bangs or Triple B's for short.

I don't know why, but I like girls with bangs. I just think it's cute. To me if there is one attribute that every girl in the 60s had, it was bangs. Even look at the greatest muse in music during the 60s and 70s. Of course, I'm talking about Pattie Boyd (Something, Layla, and Wonderful Tonight). Guess what? She had bangs and you know what, I'd fuck her in a minute if I had the chance. Hell, I might even get it down with her now even though she's 63.

Now, going back to "The Wonder Years", you have Winnie. Guess what? She had bangs, too. Unbelievable, I know, but true nevertheless. Granted, the bangs don't make the show, but it helps.

Winnie is like my muse and she's inspired me to start my next daily activity. If you stop by my room, you will notice a bag of bananas. Just a little heads up, I'm quietly building a time machine in the trunk of my car. I don't know if you catch the connection, but banana peels can be used for fuel for the time machine I'm building. I mean even if it feels, I will have got my daily dose of potassium, so really it's a win-win situation.

Really, I like that show because it's where I belong. I like that time period and I like watching it on television. It excites me and interests me. It never gets old and with shows like "The Wonder Years" it will never die.

Are you Diehard?

I went to the Red Sox game last night in Anaheim (Sox won 9-6). The seats might not have been as good as last year, but honestly I kind of liked them just the same. I sat in the right field bleachers and unfortunately, no one hit a homerun our way. I went to the game by myself and got stuck sitting next to a couple Angels fans. Although, I will say they were nice and I even talked with them throughout the night.

Anyway, I pose a question for anyone and everyone. When you're at a game is it better to be known as the village idiot fan or the obsessed, know it all fan? I might not be obsessed, but I know a lot about baseball and the Boston Red Sox. Historically speaking, I am pretty damn smart when it comes to all four major teams in Boston.

It's just I feel like it comes off the wrong way sometimes. The problem with the "smart" fan is that most fans are average, sometimes even stupid. This happened to me last night, you're talking with someone and they say somthing completely wrong. So, do you correct them or just go with the flow? This is my issue with going to games and especially going with females. It is extremely difficult for me to bite my tongue when she says something stupid, but if I correct her I look like an asshole.

Let me give you another example of something that happened last night. There was a Red Sox fan sitting behind (he actually sounded like Eric from "Entourage" it was scary) and he was a know it all. He talked all night about the Sox and just didn't shut up. It got to the point when I felt like telling him to shut up and play MVP Baseball if you want to manage the team. It's like I'm glad you know baseball, but I don't want to listen to you anymore.

This example proves the point that being a diehard in a public setting actually has a negative effect. Although, being an "idiot" fan is no better. Let's be honest, no one wants to listen to someone who has absolutely no idea what they are talking about. Going to a game is like a balancing act because neither one is really best.

Sometimes you have to just swallow your pride and shut the fuck up. Too many people (including myself) forget you're there to watch the game. Remember, silence is golden.


I just survived my first earthquake. Don't worry I'm alive. It happened at 12:58 a.m. on the Northridge fault. Honestly, I didn't even know it happened. I'm only writing this because Julian started knocking on my door and was like, "Earthquake!"

Not going to lie, I was a little disappointed, but really that is a good thing. I guess I've watched too many films with earthquakes and how they separate the ground and destroy California. At least now I can say I've experienced and survived one, so does that qualify me to be a hero?

Monday, August 6, 2007

The End: Part II

I'm back in California after my second stint has ended. This one was short. It was so short that it felt like it went by in a flash. Then again, this last month felt like it went by in a flash. So, now the question is posed: What next? My answer is I have no idea.

The plan and thought was to be back in Mississippi at the end of the month through Labor Day, but that is still up in the air. I really want to go back to make more money, but I will understand if it's a no go. I do hope at least to know by the middle of the month, so I can figure out my plans. Those plans being a trip back to Massachusetts (Peabody to be more specific).

I'm too tired to write it now, but I will probably post in the next day or two some random favorite moments in Mississippi that I failed to write about during the last month. I have a small list of a couple things that I know I never wrote about for some reason.

I will say that yesterday was bitter sweet. I know I've said some bad stuff about Mississippi in the past month, but it's been fun. I did meet some great people down there and have some great memories. I really don't regret taking this job. I actually would have been an idiot to reject it considering the amount of work and money. Last night we had a "wrap party" at the Italian restaurant at the casino and drank a good amount of red wine. At the end of the night, Andy said something like we'll be seeing each other again. I nodded by (buzzed) head, but literally have no idea. There's a good chance I won't be back. I can't wait for this job to keep coming. Plus, I'm not in the freelance business. If late August is canceled, then I'm going to move on to (finally) pursue an assistant job in Los Angeles.

We did take a crew picture yesterday and it will surely be added to my wall of fame in my room. It's a good insurance policy in case some of us don't come back. At least, I will have the opportunity to look back and remember my adventures in the great state of Mississippi.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

"There's a real good breast on that one right there."

Today, Lee was talking about hunting doves and pointed out a couple good birds. I don't know if you know this, but doves are really good breast. It got me thinking that maybe I should give up on women and start pursuing doves. One of the key elements of sexual relations is breasts and I'm beginning to think doves are the future (I have no idea what I'm talking about. I drank way too much tonight.).

Round two is done in Mississippi and there's a good chance that's it for me. I hope I'll be back, so I can make more money, but I have no idea. The music event is up in the air and I'm not sure when I'll know if it actually happens. My plan for the next couple weeks will be to relax and work out. I need to lose all the weight I gained in Mississippi.

If I don't come back, then it will be sad for the simple reason that a lot has happened in the last month. Probably in the next couple days I will post my moments in Mississippi that I didn't get a chance to write about. Until then, I'm going to pack and get ready for the flight back. I need drive back to Glendale tomorrow, which should be fun.

Friday, August 3, 2007

"John" Review

I finally finished "John" by Cynthia Lennon today. This was my first book I ever read about Lennon in detail. After finishing, I just want to read more about him. I actually just ordered two more books on his life that I will hopefully get from within the next week or two.

"John" is not really for the casual fan (stick to "The Beatles Anthology" or one of those picture biograhies). It examines many of Lennon's flaws, mostly his relationship with Julian and his inability to deal with his problems. She paints a much different person that was in the public eye from 1964 to 1980. It reassured to me that Lennon was human and had many issues especially after beginning his relationship with the notorious, Yoko Ono.

My biggest problem with John Lennon is that it is literally impossible to know everything about the man. Yes, he died too young, but there is more to it. I'm talking about the fact that Yoko Ono has this tight grip on his legacy. It's so tight that I feel that she hurts it more than helps it. She thinks she's "protecting him," but she's simply protecting her own interests.

Cynthia says a lot of negative comments about Lennon and Ono that the casual Beatle/Lennon fan would never know. When I was reading the book and we reached 1968 (when Lennon started his relationship with Ono), all I could think in my head that Lennon turned into Darth Vader. It's like he entered this dark side and was unable to escape the empress (Ono). I'm serious. He almost completely broke off communication with Cynthia and Julian. This is one of the many reasons why I want to read more books on him to find out if Cynthia was blowing things out of proportion or actually accurate.

It's funny because she even talks about his time with May Pang in 1973-74 and she describes him as being free from Yoko's control. The most interesting aspect of the book was when Julian visited him during his years as a "house husband" in the late 1970s. She writes how Lennon simply stayed in bed all day and was a doing nothing. This contradicts many public statements he made prior to his death in 1980.

I've heard from many sources, that Lennon and Ono might have never lasted if he lived. This book touches upon it and I'm looking forward to reading more. That's the thing with Yoko now. John's dead, so "her word" is "the word". She thinks for John and herself and it's sad in a way. What would have happened if that man never pulled the trigger? We might be reading completely different biographies on his life.

In the second to last paragraph in the book, Cynthia Lennon sums up the overall idea of the book.

"He was an extraordinary man: talented, flawed, a creative genius who sang movingly about love while often wounding those closest to him."

Don't get me wrong, I still admire the man. Now, I just feel like a more educated fan of The Beatles and Lennon. I never wanted to be one of those "fans," who simply liked their music because it sounded good. The Beatles and John Lennon for that matter, were so much more.

Anyone with any Beatles knowledge will tell you Lennon had plenty of issues. This book reaffirms it and tells you more. If you care not to know the truth, then stay away. Although, if you're a true Lennon fan, you will be fascinated at his rollercoaster that ended prematurely told from the perspective of his first wife.

"Those aren't puppies. Those are dogs."

I have a new theme for the next couple days in regards to titles. It's Lee's quote of the day. Here we are waiting for an interview to finish when he starts showing me these nasty pictures. Examples include a guy stuffing his head in some fat chick's vagina. Or Popeye eating some spinach before his dick gets huge and blown by Olive Oyl. To top it all off, he hands me the phone and said, "Those aren't puppies. Those are dogs," before showing me a picture of this woman with huge tits.

I bought a cowboy hat today. It's badass and I can't wait to bust it out on the west coast. Even though, I'm sure I'll get my fair share of "Brokeback Mountain" jokes.

This trip in Mississippi is going by really quick. Two more days before heading back to California. It also looks like we will be heading back in late August. After one of the interviews tonight, we went by the theater which will be probably be the setting for the concert we plan to film.

The only downside of coming back in late August will be the couple weeks in between. It should be really boring, but my ultimate plan will be to lose any of the unwanted weight that I did gain during my time down south.

Tomorrow should be another light day, so I'm just going to relax for a little. You ever watch that show, "Flight of the Conchords"? Right now, should little beat up man is talking to a dragon and bonding together. Anyone got any weed?

Thursday, August 2, 2007

"I assassinated one of those the other night."

After nearly a two hour delay in Houston, Lee picked Kristina and I from the airport last night. Another round in Mississippi has begun. On the way back to Philadelphia, somehow we started to talk about hunting. It started with beavers, then progressed to armadillos. Lee said, "I assassinated one of those the other night." Clearly the quote of Mississippi. I couldn't stop laughing. It was classic, so I'm titling this entry in the honor of this quotation.

After a long day, Andy decided to schedule three interviews today. It was a long day. Too long, really. Tomorrow is a later start, so I'm being a rebel and staying up "late."

Today, we got a good idea that we are probably coming back in late August. I'm actually really hoping this happens for a couple reasons. First, the money of course. Also, I'm going fly from California to Mississippi, then fly to Massachusetts rather than return straight to the west coast. Basically, it allows me to have Andy pay for one way of my flight back home. I've already decided that I'm heading home. It's just a question of when it will actually happen.

Anyway, I'm getting tired. Right now, I'm sitting in my room watching "American Psycho" on HBO. I think I'll go to bed right after Patrick Bateman chases those two girls naked down the hallway before dropping a chainsaw on them. I figure it's a good way to end my night.