what does this mean? (it’s an honest question.) it seems that the
advertisers have abandoned acknowledgement, humor, and meaning in
their pursuit to get me to purchase their product. what is their
product? even more, what do they want me to do with it?
I feel like if I pursue the questions further, I’ll be the cause
of some unforced armegedon. and still, I wonder what they want from
me… I’m totally confused and long for London.
F. U. DR.!
At On the Leesh, we work with actors all the time. We are blessed actually with the talent that we work with. They are prepared, professional and supportive of their cast members.
For What You Can Do, we have made a conscious decision to make our “hosts” for each episode be real people. Therefore, some of our personalities are average Americans. We feature a fire fighter (thanks Jack!), a teacher (thanks Shannon!), a graphic designer (thanks Lana!) and so on. To be honest, we were worried that this would raise some problems on set.
Typically when you’re on set, you want to limit as many variables as possible. That means, hiring actors. These people are trained – and paid to remember their lines. They know what’s expected of them and don’t mind waiting around while we set up shots. Would this be the same with the other people we were going to work with?
Amazingly…YES! Each episode has taken about an hour to shoot with the “host.” They have been able to nail their lines within the first couple of takes. That means – they were able to memorize complicated phrases – Purina’s Pets for People Program – sorry Melissa. They were able to stay focused on the task at hand. They were all pros! Every one was excited to be on set and see how the videos were being made. Even Winnie – our two year old was focused and easy to work with.
I don’t want to jinx these videos, but…these guys are blowing our actors out of the water!
Hi, It’s Sally. Starlet.
I feel the need to express my inner beingness by fully exploring the pain I feel at the passing of an icon.
Farrah Fawcett.
Farrah’s contributions to my life and my art can be summed up in one statement:
I have fabulous hair.
Farrah was the first person who helped me to fully realize that hair is a fashion accessory just as important as jewelry or bags or even shoes. Actually probably more important, cuz you can’t really change your hair on a daily basis unless you invest in some killer wigs.
There is a whole slew of idiot boys out there like Moron-athon (see below) – who hung Farrah’s iconic poster on their wall when they were kids thinking that her smoking bod was their proof positive that they were not gay. But I say to you that those same idiot boys can be seen prancing around NYC, in metro sexual clothes and Farrah’s feathered hair. So really, who do they think they are fooling?
Hair is a daily expression of my mood, my spirit and yes, I will say it my soul.
Now I am not necessarily saying that your soul is not as awesome if you have bad, or dry, or frizzy hair like some people I work with, who I will not name, but may or may not be currently working on a script called Love is a Collard Green, that is totally lame and a waste of our precious natural resources such as film, and editing equipment. But I have noticed the coronary (see below).
Also Bernard is yelling that Michael Jackson died to which I am saying no comment, because I am not one hundred percent convinced yet that this is not a majorly brilliant publicity stunt and that MJ is going to rise from the grave.
There is no way someone that fabulous could die that young.
1. Jedi watch note: Jonathon would like it noted that he NEVER hung Farrah’s poster on his wall, only Leia in the gold bikini. And that every day he strives to emulate the hair of Han.
2. Bernice here- I think that Sally meant corollary here, but she is not responding as she is busy maintaining the creation of her Farrah Fawcett reenactment wall.
The Hangover. The Lameover. The Boringover. The Two-Hours-Of-My-Life-I’m-Not-Going-To-Get-Back-Over. The Half-Way-Through-I-Wish-It-Was-Over-Over. see what i’m getting at? which is not to say, i didn’t laugh. the fat guy with the beard? total pisser. except the scene’s where he shows his bum. quite unnecessary. and incidentally, when did unattractive male nudity become comedy vogue? i’m supposed to giggle when i see a fat man’s bum? no thank you. but i did have a serious laugh at that photo of him getting his knob popped by a pilipino fifty-something.
the reason i wasn’t completely entertained was none of it was new to me. if i had a dime for every time I woke up, strung out, wondering how the bloody hell i got where i was, i’d have… lots and lots of dimes. ok, maybe not a boxer’s tiger, but i can tell you about a few gentleman’s goats that have been mistreated, by male and female alike. and their missing friend seemed a bit on the retard side. if a grown man can’t get himself off a vegas rooftop, he doesn’t deserve to be in the town to begin with.
in fact, we’ve lost dylan at least a dozen times. poor bastard just keeps finding his way back. i do get the sense of urgency with the wedding and all, but it would have been a lot funnier if the chap had disappeared on his own, simple because marriage is load of bullshit. that’s what happened to the SEXually. we had a guitar player pull a runner several times. we had to go looking for him, all on the count that he didn’t want to be a rock star anymore. the funny shit that went down on those episodes, you have no idea. and i would tell you all about them, save that there’s a few lawsuits pending, and my lawyer, Evil-in Harden (who incidentally, is a way better villain than the tiny angry asian from the film) said, “absolutely NOT! juice, it’s high time you pulled that juvenile head out of your over-sexed ass [not what you think] and got busy with the resurrection of your flailing career!” but all that’s a different matter isn’t it? anyway, the aforementioned story i refer to ends with me wondering, why are all these police officers in my bedroom?
one last thing: learn to handle a hangover, mates.; act like you’ve been there before.
When Jess, Mary, Julie and I first came up with our list of topics for our first 21 installments of What You Can Do, we came up with about 100 topics. Clearly this was going to be tough. How do you narrow down to just 21 topics when there are so many worthy issues out there.
Well first and foremost, we came made sure that we had some diversity. We didn’t want to keep all the issues domestic. There are far too many issues in the world to keep them focused on home. Still that does help narrow it down.
Next we went with issues that would make a compelling video. There are many issues where you can help in only a minute; however, many of those issues revolve around writing a check, writing a letter or subscribing to a blog. That wouldn’t make for a very interesting episode. This would definitely help narrow it down.
We also hope that these videos go out nationally, and we want to pick issues that have the widest level of interest across the country. We pushed the envelope slightly on some of these issues, but we feel strongly about our 21.
In all honesty, even if we were doing 365 episodes, we feel there would be some issues that would be have to be left off. Ultimately, this blog is the place where we can continue to explore these additional issues and spread the word.
this video carries with it a degree of sexual brilliance to which i can only aspire. the ironic and tantalizing expression of the sex industry via plastic dolls is unrivaled. it’s like being at a strip club in the basement of a Toys R Us. i only wish i could see behind those pesky black boxes. enjoy, luv. – JUICE
“i went to a museum on saturday; only god knows how I survived it- like watching paint dry in a church. there were lots of statues among some egyptian ruins- snooze it; thanks, but not. lots of pictures of dead people, loads of my english descendants- i quite like that fuex military thing they had going for a bit (note to stylist: viet nam green meets Elizabethan military). there were loads of shots of baby Jesus and his mother; quite fetching were the ones sans the baby- like, as soon as she became a single mother, not so much. more pictures of dead people, and more after that. made me quite sleepy, actually. i practically passed out from exhaustion within the first fifteen minutes of entering. [right, well, I should preface my whole reason for being there in the first place was because I was talkin to this bird walkin down the street- ‘bout eleven A in the M, coming home from the night before. so we was chattin it up- blasé blasé- and I end up walkin into the Met (the metropolitan museum of art, thank you very much). well, turns out the bird had a man, but by the time I figured it, I was fully trapped inside. it’s impossible to find your way out of such places, very much like a bloody Ikea. we did an event at an Ikea once. opened a store in rotterdam. retarded place, that is. gave us furniture as payment (really poor management back then). furniture lasted about as long as a relationship with groupie.]
anyway, I stumble on this francis bacon exhibit. little did i know, it was right near the front door. had i known, i would have been out like a sprout. now, bacon was english, born in london, 1920’s. rich family; father was a bit of a bully. i remembered this from the crap grammar academy i went to as a kid. they wouldn’t let us look at his paintings cause they were a bit too racy for youthful eyes. well, one of me mates tells me later, bacon was into men, and that’s the reason they didn’t show us. they didn’t want to get us gayed up- like that could happen. for me, well, whateva, you know? (whateva drives the art, is what i mean.) what really intrigued me was that bacon liked his sex rough. privy to it myself, luv, if given the chance. see, but bacon was beat by his father. and he saw a lot of violence in his life time- living in europe during WWII says enough. i think i can understand why he might want to create that scenario. but I wasn’t beat by my father- mine ignored me. the only violence i see is created by myself, or me band mates, like in a bar fight, or that little mishap that happened with the special kids on the tube that strange easter sunday. those oddities, and while i’m in bed, when i happen upon a girl who shares the same proclivities. even then, it’s controlled violence, mutual by all accounts. [please stop judging me, it’s really not necessary. it is what it is and i am what i am. things as they are.] but I digress…
bacon uses great color, weird form, and a completely compelling subject matter- check out that shite about pope innocent X; F’d up, to say the least. and here i am, feeling quite okay about my own F’d up misogynistic lyrics. not so bad, bacon. thanks for sharing!”
I like action movies. I think they’re fun. No matter how cheesy they are, I find myself always watching them. I have to admit I was pretty excited and hesitant with Taken was announced. Could Liam Neeson be an action star? I mean he was great as Henri Ducard in Batman Begins and was one of the finer moments in Episode 1 as Qui-Gon, but this man can act. What were they thinking? They were thinking AWESOME! Liam was fantastic. How great to see him kick everyone’s butts to get his daughter. As Jess put it, his mantra was “Your ass shall be kicked.” And kick he did. With a ruthlessness that put Jack Bauer’s of 24 to shame, and a softer side with the young girls, he was fantastic (sorry about that my friend -your wife had to suffer!). If you are looking for a movie to rent, go with Taken!
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