BYOB – President's Day
If you are waiting for your mail today…
If you really need to get quarters at the bank…
If you are overestimating the day for Friday the 13th’s Monday…
YOU MIGHT BE A BYOBer!
April 16, 2024
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It shows how out of it I was in trying to be in it, acknowledging that I was out of it to myself, and then thinking, “Okay, how do I stop being out of it? Well, I get some legitimate illogical narrative ideas” — some novel, you know?
So I decided on three writers that I might be able to option their material and get some producer, or myself as producer, and then get some writer to do a screenplay on it, and maybe make a movie.
And so the three projects were “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep,” “Naked Lunch” and a collection of Bukowski. Which, in 1975, forget it — I mean, that was nuts. Hollywood would not touch any of that, but I was looking for something commercial, and I thought that all of these things were coming.
There would be no Blade Runner if there was no Ray Bradbury. I couldn’t find Philip K. Dick. His agent didn’t even know where he was. And so I gave up.
I was walking down the street and I ran into Bradbury — he directed a play that I was going to do as an actor, so we know each other, but he yelled “hi” — and I’d forgot who he was.
So at my girlfriend Barbara Hershey’s urging — I was with her at that moment — she said, “Talk to him! That guy really wants to talk to you,” and I said “No, fuck him,” and keep walking.
But then I did, and then I realized who it was, and I thought, “Wait, he’s in that realm, maybe he knows Philip K. Dick.” I said, “You know a guy named—” “Yeah, sure — you want his phone number?”
My friend paid my rent for a year while I wrote, because it turned out we couldn’t get a writer. My friends kept on me about, well, if you can’t get a writer, then you write.”
~ Hampton Fancher
“That was the most disappointing thing to me in how this thing was played. Is that I’m on the phone with you now, after all that’s been said, and the fundamental distinction between what James is dealing with in these other cases is not actually brought to the fore. The fundamental difference is that James Franco didn’t seek to use his position to have sex with anyone. There’s not a case of that. He wasn’t using his position or status to try to solicit a sexual favor from anyone. If he had — if that were what the accusation involved — the show would not have gone on. We would have folded up shop and we would have not completed the show. Because then it would have been the same as Harvey Weinstein, or Les Moonves, or any of these cases that are fundamental to this new paradigm. Did you not notice that? Why did you not notice that? Is that not something notable to say, journalistically? Because nobody could find the voice to say it. I’m not just being rhetorical. Why is it that you and the other critics, none of you could find the voice to say, “You know, it’s not this, it’s that”? Because — let me go on and speak further to this. If you go back to the L.A. Times piece, that’s what it lacked. That’s what they were not able to deliver. The one example in the five that involved an issue of a sexual act was between James and a woman he was dating, who he was not working with. There was no professional dynamic in any capacity.
~ David Simon
Where’s Lex at? He’s the drink, I’m the straw, and the rest of you are ICE CUBES! THAT’S RIGHT! YOU’RE ICE CUBES!
Strange concept, but does someone in L.A. want to share the ridiculously high membership cost of Amazon Prime 2 day free shipping?
Oh, you don’t need to embarrass yourself, just write thollyamazon at gmail.
T.: I get free 2-day shipping on anything I buy off of Amazon for 78 bucks a year. Few things are cooler on the net, then being a Prime member. What exactly do you need sent to you with the quickness?
Unfortunately, IO is probably right. Few things on the net are cooler than being a prime member on Amazon. Which is why the internet is considered a very uncool place.
Is it the most depressing comment ever on how big a pussy everyone in L.A. is that TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES of the news every night have been devoted to THE STORM OF THE CENTURY, aka a light drizzle and some scattered RAIN in SoCal?
All these man on the street interviews with pedestrians all nervous and crazy-eyed, acting like they’re under heavy artillery fire or some shit. One of the weathermen actually said, “BY ALL MEANS, STAY INDOORS UNLESS IT’S AN ABSOLUTE EMERGENCY.”
It’s. Fucking. Rain. Douche.
Almost all the film bloggers live in Brooklyn. Brooklyn is the coolest place on earth and they even know how to cope with rain there. If I lived in Brooklyn, someone would share Amazon Prime with me.
LexG lives in Cali yet he doesn’t travel far from the Southland.
That storm dumped a ton of snow everywhere above 3,500 feet. Why else would CHP have to escort everyone going over the Grapevine on I-5?
38 MORE DAYS.
ADVENTURELAND. K-STEW. K-STEW IN CUTE GREY T-SHIRT. FEEL THE HYPE.
I hope that since she’s now THE BIGGEST MOVIE STAR IN THE WORLD, Mottola or whatever his name is reedits the film to push her to the forefront and cuts out all the scenes with that douche Ashton Holmes Yeltsin Eisenberg, and makes it ALL K-STEW, ALL THE TIME.
Anyone watching AMERICAN IDOL? (Well, I mean, 50 million Americans are, but probably no one on the Hot Blog)…
Why are so many of these fucking hick idiots married or with kids in their early 20s? WHAT’S THE FUCKING POINT of even TRYING to be famous if you’re saddled down with some annoying wife or stupid kid?
If you’re gonna do the wife and kid thing at a young age, YOU DON’T FUCKING GET to try to be a singer or celebrity. Go home and burp your kid or something.
50 CENT BLOOD IN THE SAND FUCKING RULES, FUCK YEAH, they should make a movie ABOUT THIS SHIT.
I’m so AMPED UP I wish I could sack up and call a fucking RUSSKI ESCORT OUT THE BACK OF L.A. WEEKLY, PAYING FOR THE SHIT IS THE ONLY WAY TO GO.
Hey, here’s a great joke for everyone:
What do my wife and Jessica Alba have in common?
I’m not fucking either one of them.
ZING.
FUCK YEAH.
Oh, and one more thing before someone closes my tab:
OFFICER AND A GENTLEMEN = BEST MOVIE EVER.
DAVID KEITH = BEST ACTOR EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER.
LORDS OF FUCKING DISCIPLINE FOR LIFE.
I watched the last half hour of OFFICER AND A GENTLMEN seventeen times tonight, a PERSONAL RECORD, DAVID KEITH SO UNDERRATED, so brilliant.
D.O.R.
Oops I just watched the DAVID KEITH PART ONE MORE TIME.
H Y P N O T I C.
I AM DEPRESSED AS FUCK.
RIGHT NOW my BIGGEST FUCKING GOAL IN LIFE is to have the stones to call a fucking escort service, but since I won’t, and since I look like BURT YOUNG ON A BAD HAIR DAY, I am not cheered by anything.
I DESPISE MYSELF. I AM WORTHLESS.
Fucking hell, you guys REALLY CANNOT HANG.
Fucking 4:21, still chugging THE BEAM, still wired, and not a soul in site on the ICE COLD BLOG. 9 beers, 1/3 a bottle of Beam.
Fucking MAN UP and DRINK UP, for fuck’s sake.
Not like any of you fuckers actually HAVE A FUCKING JOB.
(Cue Bitch Perm’s dreadfully unfunny first-thing-in-the-morning, McMahon-penned in the living room “I was doing this and doing this” BULLSHIT thread with his “I HAVE ROOMMATES” fucking poseur hanger on out of state plate McDouche-rooming-with ass. ‘Cause Bitch Perm’s such a “party guy” that he’s up at 7am and on the COLD BLOG every morning with his namedropping ass.)
L.A. RULE #1: If you are over age 21 and you have a ROOMMATE, you are either gay, or you are a COMPLETE FUCKING LOSER. Christ, get your own goddamn pad.
Yes Lex, I am the loser. I also live on the East COast so my 7am is your 10am. How’s that career going? I didn’t read the rest of what you wrote.
Oh wait, I just did. Good to hear!
You know, a lot of working actors have roommates because they’re out trying to make something of themselves and going to auditions and not giving up on life. They may not make it big, but they’re not pussy-ass losers like you are.
Lex: the world needs a new Burt Young. DO NOT HATE ON YOUR BURT YOUNG APPEARANCE! THERE IS STILL HOPE FOR YOU! THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE! If the comedy rocks out to Ween like a reggaejunkinjew!