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  • Haven't posted in a while. It's pretty busy on this side of the pond, lots of commitments for filming people's projects (not to mention my own coming up sometime soon) By the end of this spate of projects, I will likely have played the following characters: The Man, The Cowboy, A Woody Allen-ish character, A Russian woman (in rehearsal only), and (potentially) Jesus.

  • In fact, I think that what amuses me most about the Jebus situation is the idea that it's still undetermined whether or not I'll be playing him. To know, one way or the other, isn't anywhere near as funny as waking up each morning unsure of whether or not I'll get a phone call saying 'You're Jesus.' Having that hanging over my head is insanely amusing.

  • WTF is up with THIS?

  • And here is the perfect T-Shirt for the build up for next year's election. The question remains: HOW SCARED ARE YOU?

  • Remember those old commercials that would demonstrate how, when buying drugs you're supporting TERROR? Well, ditto bananas.

  • It's high time that you met the 'Seven Sisters' of Mars They might be quite important in the near future! Perhaps this is where the Transformers are hiding?

    That's it for now. Enjoy!


Homer--this is God.........frey Jones.


I have to write a new jingle...

Expatria, when I read the Chiquita paying terrorists article I immediately thought of the old advertising jingle (might be before your time). Wish I could find an online recording, lol. I started thinking of playing off of "say" and "pay." Creative possibilities...

Chiquita_Banana (http://libretto.musicals.ru/text.php?textid=105&language=1)
Girl (in Banana costume):

I'm Chiquita Banana
And I've come to say
Bananas have to ripe in
In a certain way
When they are flecked with brown
And ever golden hue,
Bananas taste the best
And are the best for
You can put 'em in a salad
You can put 'em in a pie-ie-ie
Anyway you want to eat 'em
It's impossible to beat 'em!
But bananas like the climate
Of the very very tropical Equator
So you should never put bananas
In the refrigerator,
No, no, no, no!

In regards to those t-shirts, it's a shame that this notorious
thread on those govt symbols (http://www.iidb.org/vbb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=56995&perpage=25&pagenumber=1) is messed up because of the Ready.gov site moving things around. I recall I was crying by the time I was done reading it. (That link is safe, or at least I've had it saved for years now.)

And the Mercedes...I want one just 'cuz it's different!

Fun post.

(PS. Confirm that I'm a human to post? How do you know that I'm not an alien who learned av6f4cd?)

I am friending you because I saw your marvelous blasphemy challenge on YouTube.
Thanks, much appreciated! I think you're the first one to friend me based on that. I guess most people don't feel like typing out the url shown in the clip. Oh well...thanks again :)



Gee, Expatria, I won't comment on your blog again! It's like walking into someone's living room and being ignored. Bah. And I thought you were a friendly kinda Prospect guy. ;-)


Re: Bah

Gah! So sorry, Melusine!

I was a bit out of commission last week between filming and being ill and lots of other stuff, and since I didn't respond right away, I felt stupid to respond extremely late. My apologies.

I AM a friendly kinda Prospect guy. MOST of the time :-P


Oh good, I don't have to hold a grudge.

That's OK, thanks. It's not that I expect a reply to every post on every blog (that would be awfully demanding and certainly impossible on blogs like Pharyngula), but on small blogs it's nice that someone says "thanks for caring to read my stuff and acknowledge that I exist." At least once. ;-)

Anyway, a movie-going friend from Sweden just posted this video, and as a movie person you might appreciate it. It's not as good as Klaus Kinksi's sublime mental fits over Werner Herzog, but it's funny and I hadn't seen it:

Website/Article Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F86s4Vq59Ks

Message: This is a video of director David O. Russell going crazy on the set of the film I Heart Huckabee a few years ago and screaming like a madman at Lily Tomlin. Apparently, he and George Clooney became enemies when they made Three Kings and rumor has it that the sudden appearance of this video is Clooney's payback. He denies it and offers a million bucks to anyone who can prove he did it.

And for a taste of Kinski, there's a lovely excerpt here (a longer excerpt is in Roger Ebert's Book of Film - From Tolstoy to Tarantino, the finest writing from a century of film (1997): http://minnesota.publicradio.org/collections/special/columns/movie_natters/archive/2006/11/a_fiendish_frie.shtml

Take care.


Re: Oh good, I don't have to hold a grudge.

Yeah, that David O. Russell stuff has been in the news a lot lately...but I guess it's nothing new from him. Hell, I can say that even after working on these 3-5 min. movies for my class, tensions certainly ran high. No shoot ran longer than a total of 8hrs or so, yet at the end of any given day I think everyone was pretty much DONE. So it's no wonder that there are meltdowns aplenty on Hollywood sets, where 12-14 hour shoots are the norm, EVERY DAY of the week.

As for Kinski and Herzog, well, two lunatics like them certainly deserved each other. But, sometimes the combination of two types of madness can result in brilliance, and their collaboration serves as a good example! Thanks for the links :)


One more Kinski note of interest...

After I typed this post to you, I copied a paragraph out of the Ebert book for my pals on our forum - it's just a smidgen of Kinski's prose so inspired by Herzog's "failings":

But he turns a deaf ear and just keeps talking and talking and talking. I start thinking that he'll never be able to stop talking even if he tries. Not that he talks quickly, "like a waterfall," as people say when someone talks fast and furious, pouring out their words. Quite the contrary: His speech is clumsy, with a toad-like indolence, long-winded, pedantic, choppy. The words tumble from his mouth in sentence fragments, which he holds back as much as possible, as if they were earning interest. It takes forever and a day for him to push out a clump of hardened brain snot. Then he writhes in painful ecstasy, as if he had sugar on his rotten teeth. A very slow blab machine. An obsolete model with a nonworking switch--it can't be turned off unless you cut off the electric power altogether. So I'd have to smash him in the kisser. No, I'd have to knock him unconscious. But even if he were unconscious, he'd keep talking. Even if his vocal cords were sliced through, he'd keep talking like a ventriloquist. Even if his throat were cut and his head were chopped off, speech balloons would still dangle from his mouth like gases emitted by eternal decay.

I love it!