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I'm going to go stream of consciousness today since between my brain baking in the heat and my fucked up sleep schedule from working on location, I've had a bitch of a time writing a coherent essay lately. Since Kojo's on vacation, somebody's gotta do it and guess what.. I deed it!
Recent search terms I've typed into YouTube:
"carl crawford hit in the nuts"
"ecw chair throwing"
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Have you watched Saturday Night Live recently? Me neither. Aside from a few skits here and there, Tracy Morgan and the Tina Fey/Amy Poehler Weekend Report, I haven't found the show particularly entertaining since Chris Rock left and Phil Hartman died. I check in on SNL when there's a band that I find interesting (the last being the Josh Homme/Dave Grohl/John Paul Jones rock trio, Them Crooked Vultures) performing but that doesn't happen much anymore. When the show began it's now 35 season...
In my nearly ten years working in and out of show-biz (and ho-biz), I've done just about everything there is to do on a film/TV/porno/commercial set. No matter how many times I complain about the long hours, sometimes lousy pay, often nasty conditions and maniacal co-workers, I find myself sucked back in - like Michael Corleone in "The Godfather," with a lot less money. I guess I just haven't found another day job that in the end, I enjoy more than making movie magic. Sometimes it'...
At a party last night I found myself talking with a bunch of old friends who, like myself, used to go to a lot of Hardcore shows back in the day. Most of my buddies and I were heavily into that scene back in the early 90's and it's always fun to reminisce about days and nights spent in gone but not forgotten downtown clubs like CB's, Coney Island High, Brownies, Bond Street and so many others. We all had our favorites shows and we'd marvel at how invincible we felt back then, taking part in...
Kazuho had come from Tokyo to study art at Pratt as Japanese kids are oft to do. She had just arrived in The U. S. of A, when I met her in the summer of 1998, in the height of my chemically induced weirdness. A friend of a friend of a friend or something to that effect, Zuzu hung out in the same downtown watering holes as me and my crew of skips, skags and skallywags. Her command of the English language was shaky and I've never been the most verbally communicative person anyway, so we got a...
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