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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

I Saw Myself (I Think)

I know the show was over a month ago, but I think I finally found myself in the official Paul McCartney youtube.com video for the Amoeba Records show. If you watch the video, I'm in it around the 3:27 mark. You can only see my head (it's tiny) and I'm on the right side of the frame. How do I know it's me? Well, it's in the vicinity of where I was standing. Then, the hair looks like mine and most importantly I can see sideburns.

I'd post the video, but blogspot.com won't allow me to. So, if you have some free time, take a peak and let me know if you think it's me, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxmwjfNbeRA).

The Killer G's and The Rise of Boston Sports (Again!)

What a big day for Boston and New England! Two big trades were completed today and optimism is running high. People are so excited that I can hear them all the way in California. The last time a trade this big was made, it involved us giving away the star player (I'm talking about dealing Nomar in 2004). Yes, we won the World Series and it really was the middle of the best stretch in Boston sports during my lifetime (February 2004 to February 2005, produced two Super Bowls and one World Series).

After a two year absence, Boston is back. Kevin Garnett joins Paul Pierce and Ray Allen on a Celtic team that has a legit shot to compete for the title. Eric Gagne joins a Red Sox team that already has the best record in baseball. Honestly, anything less than a World Series would be very disappointing. Then, there is that team called the Patriots, who are the favorites to win another Super Bowl. It's like 1986 all over again and hopefully even better. That's three damn good teams. Two should have a very good shot at a championship and one could compete if they add a few more players.

There's so much excitement in Boston that I feel like moving back just so I can experience the excitement. Mayor Menino is clearly out the city's schedule since they're going to be parades almost every week. It's going to be a busy year for the duck boats.

One thing is for sure, I'll be going to the Celtics and Lakers game next year at the Staples Center. Give me a call if you want to join. I went back in 2005 and it was fun, but now with this team I just have to see it once in person. I really hope it works out for the Celtics because basically they gave away their whole future for a chance to win number 17. I would say they have about three years to pull off the miracle. The problem will be competing with the Western Conference. I still don't think they're that good. It's like Cleveland all over again. They will probably get swept.

Then again, I guess that's why we play the games. So, let's start playing them. Can basketball and football season start soon enough?

R.I.P. Michelangelo Antonioni

Okay, this is getting a little odd, but now three high proile international filmmakers have died within the last week. A couple days ago I wrote that this is the time of year that international filmmakers die and apparently I wasn't lying. Today, I read that Michelangelo Antonioni passed away at the age of 94. Of course, he was best known for his film, "Blow Up".

I've never seen any of his films even though I've wanted to see "Blow Up" (it's on my must see international film list). He was a legend in Italian film.

Michelangelo Antonioni
1912-2007

Monday, July 30, 2007

The "New" Celtics

Baseball's trade deadline is tomorrow, but the biggest pending trade is between two teams that play their home games in an arena on wooden courts. Of course, I'm talking about the sport being basketball not baseball. The Celtics are pulling off another trade and this one is big, real big. Kevin Garnett coming to Boston?

I have a lot of mixed feelings about this deal. Yeah, Garnett is great, but is it worth giving up all those players? The Eastern Conference sucks, so I ask this question. Even if the Celtics win the East who cares if they get killed in the finals? Ask Cleveland about it and they will tell you. Giving away your whole future for a chance and a very small one to win a championship is difficult for me to apprehend.

The Celtics also will have an issue that they need to fill a couple roster spots. Their starting lineup will be great, but they will probably have one of the worst benches in the league. Unfortunately, in basketball you need a little depth since it's impossible to ask your starters to play 40 minutes every game. Gone is Al Jefferson, Gerald Green, Sebastian Telfair, Theo Ratliff, and Ryan Gomes. That''s almost half the team. Danny Ainge better start calling up those undrafted rookies because he needs to fill some low salary roster spots.

Here is the starting lineup (pending the trade):
Kendrick Perkins - center
Kevin Garnett - power forward
Paul Pierce - small forward
Ray Allen - shooting guard
Rajon Rondo - point guard

Okay, so it looks great on paper, but I still need a little convincing. I'll have more on this in the near future.

R.I.P. Ingmar Bergman

This must sadly be the time of the year that international filmmakers pass away. Laszlo Kovacs died last week and now Ingmar Bergman has passed away at the age of 89. Bergman defined Swedish cinema and is considered one of the greatest filmmakers of the 20th century.

I've seen two of his films, "The Seventh Seal" and "Wild Strawberries" (my favorite). Two classic that stand the test of time. I saw both films in film school. I think I even saw "Wild Strawberries" on laserdisc at Fitchburg. Anyway, you have to give Ingmar credit for all his work and I highly recommend you watch his films.

Here is his imdb page (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000005).

Ingmar Bergman
1918-2007

Sunday, July 29, 2007

The Debate is Over!

I have the answer to the age old question that every man and perhaps woman wants to know. Where is the best place to take a shit if you can't do it in the luxury of your home?

While I was in Dallas today on a couple hour layover, the answer is bluntly revealed to me. It all started when I needed to take a shit. I proceeded to go to the restroom and found an empty stall. So, I sit down on the sit and I was blown away. Before I know it, I can quietly hear the guy to my left typing away on his laptop (You can get wireless internet in the restrooms at airports. The signal is that strong!). The guy to my right starts to make a cell phone call and is talking business with someone (You can get cell phone reception in the restrooms at airports. The signal is that strong!).

I finish doing my business and I leave the stall. I casually observe that every stall is occupied and it's not quiet either. People are being productive on the shitter, folks. You see that is what gives airports the clear advantage. Productivity is key. Comfortability is also key.

I guess it's too bad that the airport is not more accessible. If it was, then I would suggest just going through the metal detectors for the sake of shitting. Fuck traveling. That's why bicycles were invented.

Return to the Golden State

Oh, man am I tired. A long day at the airport flying across the country just so I can return on Wednesday. It's stupid, really. I still believe Andy would have saved money with me just chilling at the hotel for four days. Anyway, here I am back in California.

I know this sounds a little cocky, but when I got off the plane in Burbank I was imagining myself as The Beatles arriving at JFK on February 7, 1964. Burbank makes you walk down steps from the plane, so I stood there on the top step with my newspaper boy hat that I've been wearing and gave out a little wave. Of course, no one cheered and I don't think anyone even saw me, but who knows?

Then, I started to think that the airline screwed up the luggage since no one was getting their bags. I was nervous since you can never replace the items in lost luggage. Who cares if they give you some money? You can't replace the souvenirs. Finally, the bags came and I waited to head back to Glendale.

When Julian finally picked me up, I came back to a relatively unchanged apartment. Still no fridge. A lot of stuff I don't think moved in the duration of time I was gone. I don't know who slept in my bed, but they could have at least put my comforter back on. I don't care about making the bed, but it was lying on the floor.

I proceeded to spend the rest of the day re-organizing my stuff. I have this bad habit of continuing changes things. I think part of it is pure boredom and re-arranging items passes the time.

All I know is I'm tired and going to bed after "Entourage". I just want to relax the next couple days before I have to head back on Wednesday.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

The End: Part I

19 days have come and gone. It's crazy to think that my first stint in the state known as Mississippi is over. Now, I head back to California for two days. Big break, huh? Then, I head back to Mississippi from August 1st through 6th. Then, after that I have no idea. The original plan of coming back in late August is currently up in the air.

I got a check cut for me today and the first thing I'm doing on Monday is cashing it. It feels good to get paid for once and through all the negatives this job has shown me, it has had plenty of positives. Besides the money, I've met some great people and experienced a completely different lifestyle from Massachusetts or California. After this trip, you can make a good argument that the United States is really just a bunch of different countries. There's New England, The South, The Midwest, The West Coast, etc. They're all so different, at times its scary.

I got to finish packing and get ready for another long day at the airport. Let's hope Mr. K remembers to pick me up at the airport. Then, I'm going to Ralph's, buy a bottle of Pinot Noir, light up a joint, and get destroyed. So until next time, take care of yourself.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Tomorrow Never Knows

Wow, does time fly by? Tomorrow is my last day of working in Mississippi before heading back west for a couple days. Then, I return again on the 1st. Great two day break, huh? I think everyone on the crew can't believe how fast the time has passed. Tonight officially ends the fair even though it was quietly becoming a ghost town today. That week went by really quick and it was kind of depressing. I never really got to experience the fair and probably never will. At least, I got to say I went once, which is better than most people.

I'm almost getting my first "film" check cut for me tomorrow, which is exciting. It is also a rather large sum (over 4k), so I think it's safe to say I'm going to enjoy cashing that bad boy.

Tomorrow will be a light day and I'll probably spend most of the day sorting through my stuff. My first and longest trip to Mississippi is coming to an end. How sad.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Busted!

Forget about the drug war on the streets. The war is quickly becoming one in medical facilities. For all my readers that read the paper or watch the news, the DEA busted around 10 medical marijuana caregivers yesterday in California. Yes, medical marijuana is legal in the state of the California, but the federal law still states that it is illegal.

Okay, so a while ago I posted my thoughts on "the club." Yes, it's too easy to get into, but ask yourself this question. Would you rather have people buy drugs off the street or from some happy, high people, who have a bunch of different strands of weed in a moderated building? I think most people would say the latter. I also agree that many of these caregivers are making a fortune, so fucking regulate it. I guarnatee you that if a tax was added, most people wouldn't care.

I never bought a lot of drugs illegally. I actually only had one shady deal and that was last summer when I went somewhere with Julian. We just sat on this couch for like 15 minutes or so, while we waited for this guy. And, I'm sure most people can put that story to shame.

All the DEA is doing is basically promoting the sale of drugs on the street. Hypothetically, if they shut down every one in the state, then thousands upon thousands of people will go back to the streets. Personally, I'm not addicted to the drug, but some are. That translates to people being forced to buy illegally and crime will rise. It's stupid.

You might ask am I worried about my status as a legal medical marijuana patient? No, I'm not actually because I'm not scared of the DEA. I'm just going to roll with it and enjoy the ride while it lasts. California has to stand up for what it believes is right and I honestly believe one day that the federal government will legalize the drug. When? I have no idea, but I really do believe that. So, here's hoping the DEA leaves alone the few caregivers I know and realize that they should be worrying about the drugs that are really dangerous.

I'm a Wino

I know wino is technically a chronic drinker, but for the sake of this post that's pretend it is defined as someone who likes wine. Have I hit rock bottom when I got back tonight, I took a shit and drank a bottle of wine while sitting on the toilet? Now, granted I was not there for a long period of time, but still. I barely put a dent in the bottle. It reminds me how of when Julian told me the story that he completed his first power hour while taking a shit.

Maybe, I should be the spokesman for this new trend. You know, taking a shit and drinking simultaneously. It's genius in a way if you really think about it. You never have to leave to take a piss. If you have a comfortable toilet seat, then your ass won't be that sore (unless it's a tough shit). Hell, you're dick is even out, so if you're with a chick, she can still get you off.

I'm telling you that it's your duty to try it sometime. I did it with Pinot Noir called Dyed-in-the Wool from New Zealand (Props to reader, Mr. K.), so if you're a Merlot of Cabernet type of person, then share your experiences or thoughts. I really want to see what wine is really the best.

Sincerely,
Your Neighborhood "Wino"

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Does HBO Play Movies Anymore?

Here I am sitting in my hotel room half naked flipping through the channels. Yay! I have HBO in my room! Maybe a good movie will be on tonight. Oh wait, HBO is going to play reruns of every tv show they currently have on the air. During the past week, I have memorized the current episodes of "Entourage" and "Big Love". That's great and all, but it gets boring. So here is my question for you. Is HBO becoming the next MTV? Remember when MTV played music videos? Well, are we going to start asking, "Do you remember when HBO played movies?"

I don't have the answers, so I was hoping you could help me out.

Define a Democrat

Living/staying in the South really makes you ask one simple question: What is the definition of a Democrat? You see in the South, Democrats are hardly different from Republicans. Granted the division between both parties is slim anyway these days, but in the South it's even worse.

We filmed some political speeches today at the fair. And, I listened to a lot of different politicians speak their minds to the people. Let me just give you a quick overview of the Democratic candidates with overused paraphrases. I have good Christian values. I support pro-life. I believe marriage is between a man and a woman and I will not stop until that is the law. Illegal immigration must be stopped (Hell, there was even an endorsement from Jim Gilchrist, founder of the Minutemen. Though, this was from a Republican candidate, but still.). I believe in guns. The Ten Commandments and "in God we tust" must be in schools. Now, these are the Democrats speaking.

So, I really want to know, what the fuck is a Democrat? Although, the national platform for the party is not really "liberal" it at least leans towards the left on most social issues. I sat there thinking to myself that some of the Republicans sounded more moderate than the Democrats. It's just really confusing to me.

I guess one has to remember that the Democratic party was the "conservative," farmer party until FDR, then it slowly turned. Strom Thurmond was a Democrat and he believed in segregation before becoming a Dixiecrat in the 1948 presidential election, then ultimately became a Republican.

One thing I will say about this trip to Mississippi, I feel probably the most liberal I've ever been in my life. Being around all these Jesus loving, Confederate flag flying, gun carrying, conservatives, it's changed my views on some political issues. Most importantly civil rights. The Black man is still suffering deeply down here whether people acknowledge it or not.

How many more years will it take to realize there's still a problem. Hell, it starts with the state flag and it still bears the Confederate symbol. People down here tend to forget their wrong doings rather than acknowledge them and make them right. The older generations have an opportunity to help right the ship by showing the youth that it's okay to mesh with the "different" colors. Granted, I will never deny the greatness of the Neshoba County Fair, but besides being the coolest fair in the country, it's also the whitest. The black district is the horse track, carnival, and the workers. I don't think I've seen a black person walk past one cabin. It's still segregated!

I still have no idea what a Democrat is down here, but does it really matter? Maybe. Maybe not. The more important issues are not about party lines, but building a foundation to be proud of and honestly it's hard to be proud of the South. There are some diamonds in the rough, but most of it is pure trash.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

The Downside of Not Having A Day Off

You look at your time card and you see 250 dollars next to 7/12, 7/13, 7/14, 7/15, 7/16, 7/17, etc. That's a lot of fucking money. What's the problem? No days off. Yes, I'm currently money hungry, but it has its downsides. The number one problem is getting burned out. And, that is starting to happen.

Also, not helping the situation is Andy (the director) is a whiny, homosexual bitch. And, he's annoying me. Plus, add onto of that, David (homosexual boyfriend), who never shuts the fuck up. He's like a motorboat. If he starts talking, he doesn't stop. Before you know it, he's waving his hands all over the place and starts adjusting his crotch. Even to an extent, Mark, is getting on my nerves. I just need a break and that is happening on July 29th.

Don't get me wrong, I am glad I accepted this job. I'm getting paid good money. I got to go to Mississippi and witness the (still) racist south. I also remembered why I "retired" from working on set, which is why I'm pulling a Michael Jordan and retiring again after this film. I got my freelance fix and the "high" sucks!

Curtain Call for Jon Lester

Red Sox pitcher and cancer survivor, Jon Lester, pitched and won for the Red Sox last night. It's good to see him back for multiple reasons. First, it's great he beat cancer. Second, it's great he's back on the team. He was a valuable asset last year and this year will probably be even more important. With the Sox in the division lead, pitching will be essential. Here's hoping Lester continues to stay healthy and help the Sox win.

R.I.P. Laszlo Kovacs

I was shocked to hear the death of Laszlo Kovacs tonight when I returned from another day of shooting. He died of cancer at the age of 74. I never personally met him, but he visited and spoke to my industry insider class in the fall of 2004 while I attended Chapman University.

He was one of those cinematographers that you never heard of that much, but his resume was unbelievable. As imdb.com stated today, "He became one of the industry's most sought-after 'lensers,' working on a mixture of mainstream and art-house classics..." Just take a quick look at his credits and he was one of the best (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004088).

He will be missed.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Cockblocked!

You ever hook up with a girl and she's jerking you off, but stops right before you come because she's developed a blister on her hand? Then, you have a severe case of blue balls and your whole night is ruined.

Well, welcome to my world. No, I didn't hook up with a southern girl, yet. I'm actually not even talking about southern girls. I'm talking about the Neshoba County Fair. The greatest fair in the country. Okay, so I'm making 250 dollars a day, but I have yet to have a day off, which makes it very difficult to experience this once in a lifetime opportunity. I'm probably never coming back to Mississippi and the chances of ever coming back to the fair is highly unlikely.

I want to go and live it up. I want to get drunk, high, and everything else in between. I want to get destroyed to the point that I wake up in the back of a pickup truck with a confederate flag nailed to the back with an attractive girl on my left and a used condom on my right. You get the point, yet? I don't care if you think I'm stupid because I'm going to that fair for fun rather than work at least once this week if it's the last thing I do in Mississippi.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Jealous? Maybe, a little...

I can't believe I'm writing this, but I'm a little jealous of people in Mississippi. Actually, Neshoba County to be more precise. The Neshoba County Fair started yesterday and runs until Friday night. And let me tell you, it's the best fair in the country and probably the best fair you'll ever see in your life.

It's one of those events, that you have to see to believe and fully understand how great it really is. I'm still blown away and it's got a week to go. I really don't know how to explain it. It's so fun and cool that I don't care if I sleep for five hours each night for the rest of the week for the chance to live it up down South. I'll probably never be back, so the experience isn't worth passing up.

I could never live in Mississippi, but for one week in July I actually could. This "not so average" fair features hundreds of small cabins on fairgrounds plus hundreds of RVs plus hundreds of vehicles parked in all directions on the side of the rode. People of all ages are up all night and people are so friendly that you can simply walk past their cabin and they might invite you to come inside for a piece of homemade pie.

It's a unique event and maybe I'm a little "high" on the event, but I would love to have a cabin or be able to come back and experience this fair while I'm not working on a film shoot. It's hard because you want to party and stay up late, but you also don't want to be falling asleep. The situation sucks and for that reason I wish I never knew about this fair (I never heard of it until I came to Mississippi and didn't buy the hype until I was on the fairgrounds.), but here I am in the South.

I guess part of my fascination comes from the fact that I love summer cabins. Growing up my family always went to Newfound Lake in New Hampshire for a week in a log cabin. No TV, no internet, it was old fashioned. It was fun and I always wished I could spend another week or maybe even a whole summer there. If I ever get rich, then I will probably buy a cabin by the water and have it for a summer home. Although, I will probably add a TV and internet (Sorry, I'm just being honest.).

There might not be any body of water close by, but this is the same situation. You have to realize something, there's not much to do in Mississippi. Add onto that, the simple fact of Neshoba being a dry county and bars are extinct. They're foreign language to people down here. Hell, there's only one movie theater in Philadelphia. People watch mule pulls and calf scrambles for excitement. Then, you have the fair where it is a one week houseparty of drinking and straight up partying. It's unbelievable. The Neshoba County Fair can't be beat.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Snoring on the Job

Something happened to me today that was really bad, but tells you all about this job. Today we had this interview at this house, so Drew, Lee, William, and I waited in the living room. We usually help set up and wait around until the interview is over. Anyway, I decided to sit on this really comfortable sofa chair. So, I put the foot rest up and reclined. I was kind of tired, so I started to doze off.

Before I know it, I walk myself up to my snores. I don't know why, but I thought it was really funny. I actually could not stop laughing during the interview. I had to cover my mouth to stop the laughter. I think it was only funny to me because here I am making 250 dollars a day for taking a quick nap on this sofa chair. I was just glad that no one heard me during shooting.

I guess sometimes, life can be grand.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

How many pounds will Mike gain in Mississippi?

You want to know one of the downsides of working on a movie set and getting all yours meals paid for? It's called gluttony. Not going to lie, I'm eating like a king out here. It's ridiculous. I've had a piece of good meat at least once a day, sometimes too. So, many pounds will I gain when I return to California in late July? Start placing your bets now. Just to help, I weighed 123 on the scale in Julian's room. Hopefully, they won't be rolling me down the airport terminal.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Jacks' Second Show Lineup: Disappointing

Jack FM released its lineup for its second show earlier today. I only have one word for it: disappointing. Actually, it is very disappointing. Let's quickly compare the two shows.

Jack's First Show:
Violent Femmes
Cheap Trick
Billy Idol
Journey
Def Leppard

Jack's Second Show:
Sugar Ray
The Stray Cats
ZZ Top
The Pretenders
Stevie Nicks

As you can see, last year's show is quite superior in every way. I was actually thinking of going to this show, but forget that. I'm not going to spend the money. I have no desire to see Sugar Ray. I like ZZ Top a little. The Pretenders is my favorite of the group and they're okay.

Honestly, Jack should have looked at the greatest concerts of all time and realize most of them only happen once for a reason. It's too hard to follow up the orignal. Whether it be movies or music, sequels suck. Sorry, Jack that lineup caused me not to buy a ticket.

Good Ole Miss

It's been a long couple days, so excuse me for not posting. We've been all over the place and as expected it is starting to pick up after a slow couple days. I went to Ole Miss or the University of Mississippi for all you "outsiders" today for an interview. I think we drove over 200 miles total. It was long, but we did stop at the liquor store for wine (Yay!). I got myself some Pinot Noir from New Zealand. The guy at the store recommended it and it has a sheep on the bottle.

I know I've been somewhat harsh with the south, but it's slowly starting to grow on me. I still could never live here, but it's not that bad. I've actually enjoyed hanging out with the locals here. Lee our driver simply cracks me up. In the south, if you order iced tea you either get unsweet tea (Most of the country consider this sweet tea) and sweet tea (Basically an overdose of sweetness, literally). Well, Lee and Drew like sweet tea. So today, we stop at this restaurant for lunch and the place only had unsweet tea. So, you have Lee pouring sugar packets into the glass to make it sweet. He said something like, "I like my tea sweet." Lee reminds me of a white version of Bubba from "Forrest Gump" save the blackness (He's white) and the lips. Everything out of his mouth is funny. He has that same effect that Orlando had on me a couple summers ago. I guess you would call it unintentional humor.

Even, William is a great guy. Drew's problem is he never talks about anything. William will at least talk to you and he actually got a lot in common with me. I actually managed to have a really good conversation with him about classic rock and he knew his shit. Believe me I know because I tested him throughout our talk.

Going back to Ole Miss, the campus is huge. Kind of reminds me of UCLA a little. The area is nice though and I took a couple good pictures. Of course, I forgot my firewire cable for my camera, so no uploading for me anytime soon.

In the words of Bubba, "That's all I gotta say about that"

Friday, July 13, 2007

Let It Rain

Did it rain out today or what? It's probably the most rain I've seen in a long time. Today was the first day of shooting, but it didn't last very long due to the weather. It's going to play quite the wild card over the next couple weeks.

I started my day off with some more culture shocks. I saw some woman in the parking lot outside the hotel beating the shit out of her son with a belt. I thought that was something of the 1960s, but then again Mississippi is not really living in the 2000s. Then, I met Andy's housekeeper, Ponorah, who is black. Sometimes I think the south would have fared much better if they either won the civil war or lost the civil war and were simply kicked out of the union. I will say this about Andy (the director), he's a really nice guy and is very generous. Although, his boyfriend (David) won't shut up.

I also spent a good portion of my day talking with Drew and William (PAs). They're definitely living a sheltered life compared to a college student in say California or Massachusetts, but they're nice guys. So far have done anything you asked them, so can't complain.

We decided to go shoot some footage at the Choctaw Indian Tribe Fair, but the rain severely limited our day. The only thing we actually shot was some Indian woman making a basket. So, I try to get her to sign a release and she didn't understand anything I said. She was like come back tomorrow, so I will probably go talk with her tomorrow.

Then, I had to go get some media passes today and the Indian cops kept telling me to go in the wrong direction. I was soaked by the time I was told to give up. Then, we drove to the site to get the passes, so I was slightly annoyed. I guess the only reason I wasn't when I realized I made $250 for doing barely anything.

To top the night off, we went out to eat at this Italian restaurant at the casino down here. Damn, it was good. He even bought a nice bottle of wine. I can only imagine how expensive the meal was, but that's life when you're working for Andy. He lives it up.

Tomorrow should be a crazy and long day. We'll probably be shooting for well over 12 hours, but we are going to be taking a big break during the middle of the day. As long as I'm getting paid, I'm not going to complain yet. Hopefully, it doesn't rain all day again.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Chicken Fried Chicken

So, this is the South? It's something else, I will tell you that. It's been a long day, so maybe my mind is a little messed up, but here is the first entry (of hopefully many).

I really had a difficult time trying to figure out what to title this entry. Let me briefly explain the candidates. First, I was thinking "5.....4....3...2..1.Blastoff!", which these two girls kept screaming on the plane from Burbank to Dallas. I thought it was really funny, but it didn't fully capture the moment. Then, there, "Did we lose Clyde", which was uttered by some woman at the Dallas airport. I just thought it was a funny phrase since only in Dallas are you going to find someone named Clyde. Then, I came up with the current title, but I will explain that a little later.

First of all, the southern accent is ridiculous. People complain about the Boston or New York one, but the southern is the worst. Waiting for the plane in Dallas, I was surrounded by southerns with the accent. I was a little excited at first since I thought, "Wow, how hot would it be to really bang a southern with a thick accent? I mean, it could be a mind blowing experience." Then, I thought about it a little more and honestly, I'm having mixed feelings about it. It's sexy and all, but it kind of gives me a headache. I have to really concentrate to even understand what the fuck anyone is saying, so it's lost its appeal.

I finally get to Mississippi and calling it a culture shock is an understatement. I mean, the movies might be overblown, but damn some of the people at the airport dead on. They're white trash and the African Americans are black trash. Hey, I'm an equal opportunity basher. At least, I'm honest.

Mark and I met up at the airport and we patiently waited for Lee, the driver. He's a really nice guy, but he is the ultimate southerner. Here's a guy who has been west of the Mississippi River once and it was to Texas. He's got a huge accent and to save myself time, he's a redneck through and through.

Anyway, we decide to stop for dinner at Cracker Barrel. I'm looking at the menu and let's when I see it, "Chicken Fried Chicken". What the fuck? Maybe Cracker Barrel has restaurants all over the country, but the simple fact that chicken fried chicken would be on a menu is the epitome of the south. I was so enthralled, I almost ordered it just to see how the fuck you can chicken a fried chicken?

I will say one positive thing in this entry and that's when I was playing around with a magic 8 ball at the Cracker Barrel store, I asked it one question, "Will I have a good time in Mississippi?" It told me this, "Yes, I really say it is." Not too sure what that means besides yes, but that was the only word I needed to see.

After leaving Cracker Barrel, it took us almost 100 miles to get to Philadelphia from the airport. And when you drive through towns in Mississippi, you literally drive by six buildings and that's a town. It's unbelievable. There is a ton of green land out here. People own thousand of acres. Hell, you can buy a mansion for 100 thousand dollars!

To end the night on a high note, we drove past a church tonight and had these words on the billboard, "Excercise daily, walk with Jesus." I was so blown away that I have renewed my faith and will become a born-again Christian. All the money I make during this gig will be donated in the name of the father, son, and holy spirit. Amen.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Goin' South

So here I am, the night before I leave for Mississippi. I got a lot of mixed feelings going into this trip. I just hope I made the right decision because I've committed for the next two months. It was definitely crazy development how I even made it here. I would have laughed in anyone's face if they told me my first paying film job would be an assistant director/production manager for a documentary being shot in Mississippi. I never publicly announced it, but I "retired" from AD work after Emily's set.

That's what I'm afraid of to be honest. I don't want this to be like "Binding", which seemed like a good gig at the beginning, but went downhill really fast. The director/dp combo on that film was horrible. I'm sorry Em, but that was probably my least favorite set while I attended Chapman.

The best word in this whole situation for me is professional. Whether it is really better operated/organized than a student set, I don't know yet. All I know is that anything professional always sounds better than student/amateur. Add on top of that, the money, hotel, flight, and food and this SHOULD be a good set.

I know I've probably written this before, but sets are a huge gamble sometimes. Look at "The Movers". That movie sucked, but that set was awesome to work and I made a ton of friends. Then, look at say "Binding" or "Someone You Know", and you feel like killing yourself at the end of the day. I always loved Emily and Daniel's reason for going 15 hours that one day. Let me paraphrase, "At the end of the day they care about the movie and if it turns out good." I don't really agree with that since the majority of student films never even make dvds for the crew. Hell, some don't even get finished ("The Movers"). And I hate to break it to all the current film students out there, but companies don't give a shit if you were a key grip, craft services dude, dp, or director. It doesn't matter. Even both internships I had, they didn't care about any of that stuff.

I only list "Sweet Pea" on my resume now after realizing student sets hold no real value. Before, I had almost every film I ever worked on thinking it made me look "experienced". Although, I will put this gig on my resume. Why? It's professional, a feature (I think, but not confirmed), and I hold a position with some status. Plus, I am going to use it as a wild card in interviews. You see that is why I'm a genius. I'm already thinking about my next move. Honestly, did you really think I was just taking this for the money and the opportunity to fuck the shit out of some chick with a southern accent?

So, good luck to you and I'll see everyone down south, where I'm sure I'll have plenty to write about. Believe me, it's going to be what I call "No Holds Barred Blogging" or NHBB for short. So if you are sensitive to southerns or the south in general, you might get offended. Oh, no! We will finally find out what happens when a liberal, 60s loving, bad ass motherfucker invades the south!

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

The Fall of the All-Star

Tonight's the MLB all-star game in case you didn't know. Not that anyone really cares anymore. All-Star games are pretty much a waste of time these days. There was a time if you can believe it that people and more importantly players actually cared. And I'm not just talking about baseball. I'm talking about all the major sports.

You ever see that video of Ted Williams hopping around the bases and jumping for joy when he crossed home plate? It was the 1941 all-star game, when Williams hit a walk off to win. Or did you ever see that video of Pete Rose plowing over a catcher to score. It was the 1970 all-star game, when Rose crashed into the catcher so hard that he dislocated the guy's shoulder. Nothing was technically on the line, but pride. Something today's players frankley don't give a shit about.

The best players in the world not only played in these exhibition games, but they played the whole game. They didn't get replaced after three innings. It was a big deal back then, before they stipulations such as home field advantage was ever a thought.

I still do believe baseball has the best all-star game, but really they are all mediocre. Even look at the specialty events like the homerun derby, slam dunk contest, or any skills competition. They're a joke. Last night, Vladimir Guerrero beat Alex Rios to become homerun champion. Alex "fucking" Rios! Are you kidding me? That's got to be a joke. That's just as bad as some goofy white guy trying to win the slam dunk contest.

They canceled the slam dunk contest for a period of time for this simple reason. It was becoming a joke. Guys like Jordan, Dominique, and even Spud Webb didn't want to be bothered. Same thing with the homerun derby, no one wants to be bothered. Bonds, Griffey, Ortiz, and countless others don't want to be bothered. It's too long, blah, blah, blah.

They say the all-star games are for the fans, but they continually get the shaft. It's on tv right now, but am I watching it? No. I like watching professional sports, but not the media sponsored circus they're showing right now. It's a disgrace to the sport and I'm sure Ted Williams would be pissed if he realized the all-star mvp is named in his honor. It's a whole different game than the one he played in.

I Knew It

I knew this was going to happen. I just knew it. Of course, who calls me today, but a fucking job recruiter. I've been waiting for them to call for what seems like forever. Luckily, the lady said to call her back when I return from the south, so that's what I'm going to do. Hopefully, everything falls into place for my master plan. The plot to take over the world is just beginning.

Monday, July 9, 2007

I've Got a Hole in My Pocket

Not too much to write today. Hence the hole in my pocket (An actual Beatles reference for all you "Yellow Submarine" fans out there.). Just preparing for Mississippi and enjoying my last couple of days. Besides that, I've got nothing to entertain you with.

I spent my last day at Kopelson for the foreseeable future. I won't have time to really head down there probably until mid-August and that might even be a stretch. It's kind of fitting that my last day (for the moment) is literally six months and one day after I started interning for them. I think that's pretty damn good.

Also, been smoking a fair amount of weed. Last night, I got stoned enough to have a "weed hangover" in the morning. I know it doesn't exist, so I'm making it up. Basically, it's the feeling that you were stoned the night before and don't feel like doing anything when you wake up even though you aren't high anymore. I was so tired this morning that I even needed to stop at Starbucks to get a cappuccino, so I could wake up. In the words of Frances McDormand in "Almost Famous", "Don't do drugs!" (Cough, cough).

Sunday, July 8, 2007

Confirmed

I'm now officially heading to Mississippi. I'm actually leaving on Thursday. Part of me is really looking forward to getting the hell out of California for a little. Maybe do some soul searching in the South. Plus, I'm going to be making a crazy amount of money. Actuallly much more than originally intended. I'm not going to say the amount I've calculated, but it is well into the thousands. It's great because now I can have this huge cushion of cash that I've never had in my life. I'm going to hold out, but I am going to put aside some money and buy a new computer in the fall. I want to wait for the new OS to come out for Mac. I will probably also buy a lot of DVDs. My goal is to have the best collection possible. I want people to get a boner when they see my collection.

I also got a chance to talk to Mark for a little, yesterday. He's making it sound really fun, but we will have to wait and see. Film shoots sometimes are a big lottery. I've worked on sets that I've loved and other sets that I've hated. The wild card with this one is that I'm getting paid, so even if the set sucks at least I'll be raking in $250 a day. Plus, I'm staying at a hotel and I'm being fed three meals a day. I better start working out because Mark said he gained five pounds.

Believe me when I say that I will update as much as possible in the south as long as I can get a connection. I'm sure I will have plenty of write about.

A Pirates Life is Not for Me

Went back down to Orange for the second straight day. Luckily, I won't be driving very much over the next two months. It's a long drive, regardless of what time you make the commute. Still, I wanted to come down since it was Sean's 23rd birthday. He came to my gathering and plus, he's a good friend.

This was actually a surprise pirate party since he thought we were going to Chuck E. Cheese. Oh, he was wrong and the rest is history. The party was small, but was definitely a little crazier the the night before. It really two completely different crowds to compare. It's like comparing a defenseman and forward's stats in hockey. Obviously, the forward will have more points (unless he's being compared to Bobby Orr, but let's not complicate this discussion with a foolish analogy.).

During the night, we watched the famous Pirate porno, which I have no idea why it cost $20 million dollars to make. I mean give me a break. I've seen that movie being listed at close to $100 dollars. If anyone actually buys that film, they are a fucking idiot and I will tell right to their face.

I drank a decent amount of alcohol, probably around the same amount as the previous night. I really hate crashing on couches. It's uncomfortable unless you spend the whole night making out. Sean got wasted and was barely alive at the end of the night. I think I left around 3:30 a.m. or something. It's safe to say he had a good birthday.

And of course, Ms. S had to make an appearance. I'm really over Ms. S and her cocktease tendencies. I still enjoy talking with her, but mostly as simple friends. Yet, at the party she gets drunk and starts sending me mixed signals throughout the night. Of course, Mr. A was basically cockblocking me the entire night and it is extremely difficult to even think about making a move when another guy won't leave you alone. I guess in retrospect, I'm glad since I probably would have deeply regretted it the next day.

You remember in "The 40 Year Old Virgin" when Steve Carell says, "I respect women so much that I stay away from them." I'm really trying to avoid that line, but lately I feel like my dick has been chopped off and the only reason I'm going to Mississippi is to retrieve it in the fucking river. As much as I like seeing ALL my friends with women, I ponder the question, "Do they ever think, 'What about Mike? Why don't we try to help him out and hook him up with someone.' Or are they simply too busy?"

It's okay though, I mean, I only try to be a great friend. I try to go above and beyond normal expectations. Why? Because that's who I am. What else do you want from me? Do you want to me hold your dick while your girlfriend brushes her teeth after just giving you head? I'm telling everyone in the whole world, it gets old, so to all my fellow readers don't fall into the trap. That's the thing with love, once you get it you tend to forget about the little guys. I mean why care about anyone else when you're girlfriend is lying naked in bed getting ready to fuck your brains out.

Saturday, July 7, 2007

It Was 13 Years Ago Today...

Blaze Annie Cersosimo would have been 13 years old if she were still alive. That's 91 years old in dog years. Of course, for those who don't know, she died on January 4, 2002 at the age of 7 1/2 from kidney failure. She also bears the name of my production company.

After all these years, I still miss that beagle. So, happy birthday, Blazeson.

The Three Kabobs: Beef, Chicken, and Shrimp

Fuck the Three Musketeers. There's a new threesome hitting the streets these days called the Three Kabobs. They're grilled, tasty, and I ate some last night. Yes, I went to some exclusive, invitation only party with Kyle and Allison. It was actually hosted by a Chapman student that I never met before, but he was a really cool guy. And very rich, I might add.

You know you're safe from the scum of the universe when you have to go through not one, but two gates to get to this guy's house. It's quite incredible, really. It was also great since he had a fine selection of beers and plenty of kabobs! I love kabobs. They've always been one of my personal favorite foods to eat. Now that I'm thinking about it, I wonder if they have kabobs in Mississippi?

The crowd at this party/gathering was rather small, but still fun. He seems to keep it pretty tight to protect his house from being burned to the ground. Of course, Ms. N was present. I feel like the more I talk with her the more I realized she's not really my type. Granted she loves my type of music, shares a lot of my beliefs, and gives out sporadic peace signs, yet we don't click too well. I also think it's because I get too nervous and honestly am horrible at picking up girls. It really takes me a while to loosen up enough, so I can show my personality and unique sense of humor. I have no idea how we started to talk about it, but we got on the topic of drugs, which is probably not the best topic to be discussing with a girl. As I started to explain to her the different strengths of saliva, I said to myself (in my head), "Why the hell am I talking about this? You idiot!" In conclusion, she's a nice girl, but I really don't see anything happening between us. I would actually be extremely shocked. Extremely, extremely, extremely, shocked.

As for the rest of the shindig, it was happening for a small party. There was beer pong matches going on and some pool/hot tub activity. There's a lot to do in at this guy's place, so it's extremely difficult to get bored by any means. The most exciting part of the night was when I agreed to go get fish and chips with this guy. He was a big goofball and extremely drunk, but I would go get some with him for the simple reason that I love fish. It's so good that I've somehow made myself hungry while writing this post, so I'm quietly going to stop writing and make myself a roast beef sandwich. I would make fish and chips, but the refridgerator ran away.

The Decision

This is definitely one of those decisions I hope I don't regret. After much debate, I've decided to take the job in Mississippi. Why? It's mostly because I'm broke. The mere thought of being there for such a long time kind of scares me, but I will be in a hotel and fed for free. I've set up a chat with Mark Parry in a couple hours, so hopefully many detaisl will get straighten out including day rate and when the hell I'm actually leaving.

It also somewhat sucks that I moved to Glendale too early to be perfectly honest. I could have crashed at the house and saved me some money. Now, I'm going to have to pay rent for the next two months (July and August) and I'll barely be living there. Luckily, it's one of the few sacrifices I am going to have to make. Maybe, spending some time in another part of the country/world will do me some good.

I've said this once and I'll say it again. I refuse to fall into this trap and start working on these small shoots for good, quick money. I'm just going to be flat out honest when I say I want to be a Hollywood power player. I want to play with the big boys and make multi-million dollar movies someday. I never have or never will be satisfied with the status quo. I always strive to be the best among my peers regardless of what I do whether it be school politics, hot topping, or movies. You only live once, right? So, why live with your standards lower just so you can get by? You can do what you want, but I'm shooting for the stars. And if I blow up, then what the fuck?

Friday, July 6, 2007

Surprising Responses

You know I really thought there would be more of a debate about whether I should take this gig in Mississippi. Not one person has told me I shouldn't do it. I personally find that very surprising. I guess I have my issues with the job because it's really not what I want to do in this business and I don't want to fall into this trap. Everyone says it will never happen, but I've seen it happen to a lot of people in many different career fields.

Of course the trap I'm writing about is that you become lazy and fall into a career that you never really wanted. You get into this comfort zone, so why leave? The only good thing about this gig is the fact that it's short and I'm unemployed. As long as I can refocus and start interviewing again, then I should be fine. Right? Plus, the "great" thing about freelance is that work is usually not steady. It's not a 9-5 job, five days a week.

I would say right now, I'm over 90% sure that I'm going to take this job for the simple reason that I'm stupid if I don't under my current circumstances. They are paying for everything and then paying me a day rate. Can't really complain even if I tried. Plus, it's a Holiday Inn, which is a decent hotel. Quick side note, I stayed a Holiday Inn while attending that movie workshop during the summer of 2002. Coincidence? I think not.

I'll Make You an Offer...

Not going to lie, when I say it's not the job offer I would have liked, but it's a job offer. So what's the job you might ask? Being an AD/utility man on a film shoot in Mississippi about a 1964 civil rights murder. It's about the 60s, eh? I told you the 60s would save me. This gig would definitely save me financially for a little while. I'm talking I'll probably make over $4000 dollars. Show me the money, bitches!

That's a lot of money to a 22 year old (I'm single by the way, wink, wink.), who makes absolutely nothing. I guess I'm a little worried about working on a set. I "retired" after Emily's film because I was sick of it to be perfectly honest. Here's the problem though. I would finally be working with professionals and I'm getting paid to "yell" at people. Do I need to explain more?

I'm actually seriously thinking about it, which I personally find very surprising. Ireally need to stop smoking so many drugs. I want to be an assistant not an assistant director. What am I doing?

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Why I Hate Costco: The Essay

You probably want to know why would I even post such a thing? Yes, I have slowly developed a love/hate relationship with Costco. In the following words, I will give you my reason, so before you say anything else: Shut up and read.

I went to Costco today with one thing on a little piece of paper that I wanted to buy. Peanuts. The fridge in my apartment is so small that I can only fit water, coke, and beer in it, so I needed to bulk up my supply of room temperature goodies. And, yes peanuts are one of my favorite room temperature goodies.

So, there I am in Costco. Busy as hell, which is never a surprise. I start walking around and see if they have any good samples, only to realize that it's impossible to ever get any since there's always huge groups of Mexicans and Asians hoarding all the food. I'm not knocking on them, but simply saying that they are notorious for taking two to three apple pie samples when you're only supposed to take one. Share the love.

After failing to get any samples, I started to look for peanuts. I went up and down the aisles not once, but twice and was getting frustrated. I knew they had peanuts and I looked all over the place. In my travels, it did make me feel better than I was not the only one getting frustrated. There was this old couple arguing what aisle the damn tomato paste was in. The guy was saying "this way" and the woman was saying "that way". Of course, the couple went "that way", only to see them later examining the tomato paste in the "this way" aisle. I then realized, what the hell am I doing? I'm becoming that old couple and I'm only 22, so I decided to check out with my box of macroni and cheese that I picked up along the way.

I get to the front of the store and look to my left. Of course, there's the fucking peanuts. I was actually pissed I found them, but picked up a bag anyway. That is why I hate Costco. It feels like everytime you go, they always move shit around and you only find it if you are lucky. This problem will never be solved since Costco doesn't have homes (permanent residences) for their items. The next time I go to Costco, the peanuts might be in the frozen food section. It's anyone's guess, really.

So, what's the moral of this story? I have no fucking clue, I just wanted to write a blog entry about peanuts. In conclusion, there's only one thing left to do. I'm going to open up that bag and eat me some peanuts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Beer, Burgers, and Bottle Rockets

Actually, we didn't have any bottle rockets last night, which was disappointing. Those were always fun to blow off back in the day. I just wanted another "b" word and lets face it bottle rockets sound better than bombs.

Right, enough rambling on that random subject. I went to the Fourth of July party yesterday in LA. I have a motto in life that says any time you get invited anywhere with free beer and food, you should never decline the offer. Hence, my attendance at the event. It was an okay gathering of people. Most of whom, my roommates and I didn't know. A couple friends from Chapman came up for a little, which gave us some more people to talk to. We even met this guy who kept telling us how "Dexter" was shot in Long Beach and was somewhat creeping us out.

Although, the award for creepiness at this year's Fourth goes to...(Opens up envelope) Mr. Sweden! Congratulations, you've won a brand new pair of capri pants! Someone forgot to tell him that this is the Fourth of July, not the Sixth of June (Sweden's independence day, for all the uneducated readers out there. Don't worry, I got your back). That translates to "you don't matter today because this day is all about the legal residents of the United States". People say, "Fuck the French." I say, "Fuck the Swedes." This has nothing to do with the fact that I think Ms. N is cute (Don't worry I know she likes Mr. N and I know Mr. N likes her. I'm not surprised. It happens to me all the time. I'm getting used to girls giving me the cold shoulder for "better" guys. Sincerely, Permanently Single Blogger). The reason I say that is when you start making out at a party, your friend should not be taking pictures and video of you two getting it on with his cell phone. It's fucking creepy.

You see that's the thing with LA, you meet a lot of creepy people. LA is full of them. And when you start meeting Swedes, they have completely different values on life. For example, they think it's okay to fuck a horse in the ass for excitement. Or chop the head off a chicken and try to jerk off while it dances around headless. They just dig that stuff. I guess you just have to accept them for who they are. From their prospective, they probably think its odd that a man and a woman have sex together in a bed.

Wow, I think I am going to severely regret writing that tangent on Swedes. I just got really excited when I started to write it and the rest is history. I guess that's just my style, so if you don't like it, then you probably won't like this blog.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Did You Get Your Squishee, Yet?

Julian and I went to 7-Eleven, I mean Qwik-E-Mart, at 4:00 a.m. this morning. Why? Because there was a line to get in around midnight and I'm not waiting in line to get into a 7-Eleven. I'm not that big of a "Simpson's" fan. I will say though, once you're inside, it's cool. They even have someone working there dressed like Apu.

I got myself a Squishee (Slurpee) and a couple of Homer's pink donuts, which were very tasty. Overall, I was impressed and if you have the chance I would try to find your nearest Qwik-E-Mart. I haven't watched "The Simpson's" since the late 1990s and I thought it was cool, so if you are a really big fan, then you might be blown away.

The Hot Dog Eating Contest Craze

You know what's even more stupid than waiting to touch an iPhone is watching a group of people eating hot dogs. Today, Joey Chestnut ate 66 dogs while defeating six time champion Kobayashi. Apparently, a crowd of people watched the competition. Yahoo.com even featured the event as its featured story on the Fouth of July!

I don't know if you heard this, but eating contests are slowly becoming a major sport. My prediction is within fifty years, hot dog eating will be called, "America's Pasttime". Youth leagues are already forming, so sign your kid up today. Hell, Americans are obese enough as is, so will eating 66 hot dogs be such a big deal?

Seriously though, what's so great about eating food? Should anyone really care if you can eat 66 hot dogs? No, is the answer to probably any question regarding eating contests. The best part is that people treat it like a sport. In the article on yahoo.com, it states that Kobayashi had his wisdom teeth removed and a sore jaw, but still kept up with Chestnut until the end. Okay, thanks for the report. Now, shut up and eat another hot dog.

Happy Fourth!

Today, Americans celebrate their independence. It's the Fourth of July. It's always been one of my favorites for the simple reason of grilling meat and blowing off fireworks. It can't be beat. Yes, I'm going to a cookout today, which hopefully has plenty of meat, bear, and attractive women. As for the fireworks, I think it might be an off year. I know I sadly didn't buy any.

Speaking of sad, most Americans forget that 231 years ago a group of Patriots signed this document to become independent. Even sadder is most Americans can probably rehearse Bill Pullman's speech in "Independence Day" better than Thomas Jefferson's document. I'm not saying you should analyze the Declaration of Independence, but you should probably know the first couple lines. "When in the course of human events..."

This movie isn't great, but if you want to watch a fun movie about Independence Day, you should watch "1776" with Mr. Feeney from "Boy Meets World". It's a musical about them writing the document. Not very deep, but it's fun to watch if you have nothing to do.

Anyway, enjoy the day off. I know I will. Wait a second, I don't even work.

You've Got to be Kidding Me?!

I just have to write about this very quickly, since I don't want to waste my time on pure stupidity. I was just on imdb.com and there was a poll about 2007 movies not deserving a "top 250" spot (The top 250 movies of all time, let me add). If you thought the new AFI top 100 was bad, then you will be shocked at this.

#33 - "Ratatouille"
#77 - "Grindhouse"
#125 - "Hot Fuzz"
#188 - "Zodiac"
#199 - "Knocked Up"
#201 - "Live Free or Die Hard"

You've got to be kidding me? Yes, I've only seen "Knocked Up", but are you telling me that any of these movies are the best 250 ever mad in the history of cinema. It's a known fact that imdb.com's top 250 has been a joke, but now it's a fucking joke. I don't need to see "Grindhouse" to realize that its NOT better than "2001" (#79), "Some Like It Hot" (#81) or "On the Waterfront" (#88) to name just a few examples. Hell, probably Quentin would agree with me. As for Robert, he probably really thinks so, which is why I have never been a fan of him.

Luckily, as time progresses most of these films will drop down or even fall off the list. It is just a sad feature on the site. I really think imdb.com should get rid of it. It's a slap in the face to the film business even if it's the fans voting. The problem with the feature is that if you like the movie, people automatically give it a 10. A thought process of "why" is unheard of to most people.

You can agree or disagree if you want, but there is no way in hell you can made a strong argument about any of the movies I listed besides maybe "Knocked Up" and I still argue that might be a little stretch. Some of them are really good, if not great, but not among the 250 greatest films ever made. You've got to be kidding me!

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Is Access to "The Club" Too Easy?

As you can probably tell by reading this, I usually don't hold anything back. So, I don't have a problem telling everyone that I can legall smoke marijuana in the state of California. Yes, you did hear me right. Today, I got my one year prescription for medical marijuana. Why? I'm sick of dealing with drug dealers and their high price bullshit. Plus, are there really any disadvantages? Not really.

If you ever read my previous blog, the California Chronicles, you know I recently I had issues. I don't like to hold back any punches, so I will say that going into the visit I had some documentation for being legit. It's not like I was making up that I had anxiety or depression, etc. Did I exaggerate? Depends on who you talk to. All I do know is that, the doctor I saw must be making a fortune. He charges 125 for a year subscription. And while I was in the office, there were easily ten people getting their prescription.

That brings my point as to why some people question the cannabis club and its counterparts. It's really not that hard to get a recommendation. They don't advertise that, but if you have any of the listed symptoms, you won't get turned away. The doctor wants the money and the clubs want to sell you the weed. It has to be a lucrative business for all.

Some people have stronger cases than others, but what I saw in that office is that people want to get high. They want to escape this horrible decade and what this world is becoming (At least I do). It makes a strong case to me at least, that marijuana should be legalized. If it's done right, then why not? Is there a crime if people want to "get high". As long as you don't deal, drive a car, operate a machine, consume around children or in public, then it's fine by me.

I'm not going to tell you the doctor I saw, but let me put it this way. I went in, talked to him for a little, and walked out with my prescription. And you're off to the more than 200 cannabis suppliers in southern California. Oh, and most of them give you free gifts, too. Wink. Wink.

A Stunning Realization

I've come to the conclusion recently that I have no desire to live in this decade. I just don't "dig" the times or what it stands for. So, I've basically come up with two ideas how to solve this problem. Please let me know which one you think I should do.

1st Option: I find a girl in current time, who also appreciates the 1960s and everything it stood for. She doesn't have to dress like a 60s flower child, but has to have that 60s sexy/kinky look to her. If you don't know what I mean, then just google image hippie or something. Then, on special ocassions (ie. birthdays, anniversary, etc.) we go all out with the lifestyle. We put flowers in our hair, then sit across from each other Indian style, while dropping lsd or weed if we can't find any acid. Then, as we listen to "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band", we make love.

2nd Option: I drop out of the film business and devote all my time to time travel. It might sound a little crazy, but if I spend enough time with it, I might possibly be able to discover what makes time travel possible. I figure I could build a device (car, microwave, oven, etc.) and steal a couple monkeys from the zoo as test subjects. You see if it's possible for me to go back in time, then I would never leave, so I really only need to figure out how to get there. My goal would be 1967 and I could find meet an authentic flower child. The great thing is that we could easily drop lsd and could even listen to "Pepper" on vinyl while making love.

I don't know about you, but the 2nd option sounds really good.

You Good Little Christians

It's good to know I have the Christian population reading my blog. Some idiot posts a comment on my last issue, which shows his true educational value. Then, we you click on the link to his videos, it says they are dedicated Christians in college. I don't even want to guess what college you "attend".

I don't care if people comment on my blog in either a positive or negative manner, but show some intelligence and a little class. And don't solicit my blog with your videos on Christian "values".

I don't even know this guy and in response to your comment, "hey if you get a chance sometime today, go fuck yourself."

Monday, July 2, 2007

The Return to Amoeba

The sidewalks were empty and it was rather quiet. There were no signs that Paul McCartney played a gig at a record store in Hollywood. Amazing, how it honestly felt like forever ago. I went back to Amoeba Records tonight since I really wanted to spend some time there. Even though, I spent over two days outside the building, it was rather difficult to actually go in the store and shop. I didn't want to lose my spot in line.

All I have to say is, I almost got a boner when I got inside. For someone who considers themselves vintage or living in another decade, Amoeba is like a safehaven. There's not too many places where you can thumb through lps and laserdiscs. Some of the stuff, I still can't afford at the moment, but I can still probably spend a couple hours looking around.

I can definitely see myself shopping there many more times in the future.

Another Great McCartney Story

This story does not really involve me, but I can't help to briefly write about it. One of my new Beatle friends, Sadrac, who I met in line last week in Amoeba just emailed me a great story about himself. Through pure will and determination, this guy ran three blocks and chased after McCartney's car to get his autograph. And yes, he was successful and briefly talked to Paul at a red light.

I actually could not believe it, but he sent me a picture with it. Paul signed the back on the "Grat-it-tude 4 Paul" signs. Then, the rest of the band signed it, too. I really don't like to use the word "jealous", but damn he's lucky. I really think my day will come and if it doesn't, then what can you do. I have always had this philosophy that when the dust settles, an autograph is just a name on a piece of paper. I have experienced a lot of great things in life and through all the ups and downs, I would not trade it with anyone.

Anyway, I salute you, my friend, Sadrac. I just really hope you get a frame for the paper. I hope you cherish that for a lifetime.

The Stupidity of the iPhone

If you didn't notice, Apple just released their new iPhone the other day. You can walk into any Apple Store to find a gathering of people standing around, waiting for their turn to play with the damn thing. I really love Apple and all it stands for. I have never owned a windows based computer in my entire life. Yes, I have been an Apple supporter even when the times were really rough. My problem is that the iPhone is a phone. A fucking phone, people!

People lined up to get this damn thing days before it went on sale. It should be against the law to line up for anything materialistic. People line up for Paul McCartney concerts at Amoeba, not to get a phone. Or is lining up becoming the next American fad? Next week maybe everyone will start lining up for this fan that has ten features on it. Then, days after it goes on sale and you can't buy it, people will gather around the damn thing and wait for it to hit them in the face with a gust of wind.

Yes, I realize the iPhone has all these features on them and is the next era of cell phones, but give me a break and look at yourself in the mirror. It's still just a phone and if you don't have one yet, there's no need to cry like a pussy. You'll live. I promise.