| 10 Years of LosBastardos |
[Mar. 5th, 2008|08:36 pm] |
10 years ago, Ryan, myself and a few other deeply disturbed people were in the process of putting together what has become the most successful Rocky Horror cast the Dallas/Fort Worth area has ever seen; Los Bastardos. It was a true labor of love, and to see the cast still alive and quite well (doing regular shows in Ft. Worth), does my heart good.
Well, LB's current cast director, Leah, was kind enough to allow us old Bastards back to take part in their 10th Anniversary Show. So myself, Ryan, and good ol' Bunch will be taking part in the Pre-Show Festivities, then walking the floors yelling obscenities (like the good ol' days) during the movie. Cast alumni from way back will also be performing. It promises to be a damn good time!
All you ol' Rocky veterans, whom I haven't seen in years, I expect to see you there. No excuses!
Details at:
Official LosBastardos Website
LosBastardos MySpace
Links to some old school pictures:
April 28, 2001
May 5, 2001
May 26, 2001
June 9, 2001
June 16, 2001
July 28, 2001
Nov 3rd 2001 |
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| Harry Potter Predictions |
[Jul. 16th, 2007|08:37 am] |
OK nerds...Here is my complete Potter prediction list. Now this list will be filled with spoilers from the first 6 books, so if you haven't read them, then stop reading.
Let's start with some easy ones
Ron and Hermione - They will hook up. I also think that neither one will die. These 2 will survive to carry on the legacy (explained later).
Ginny Weasley - We'll see amazing things from Ginny. Ginny will turn out to be more powerful than expected. She is the only other person, other than Harry and Dumbledore to fight against some version of Voldemort and live. I think we'll see some major hexes fly from her.
R.A.B. - These were the initials on the note that Harry found in the fake locket. Whoever R.A.B is, they took out that horcrux. So who is R.A.B.? My prediction, Regulus Black, Sirius' brother who turned Death Eater, but then turned against the Death Eaters.It was he and Kreature that found the locket and brought it back to the Noble House of Black. Kreature had tried to hide it in Order of the Phoenix. But Mundungus may have sold it off in his rummagings of Harry's new home.
Now some more difficult predictions
Neville Longbottom - I believe that he will be the downfall of Bellatrix LeStrange. There will be a showdown between the 2 and Neville will do something that will result in the accidential death of Bellatrix. Granted, he'll be trying to bring her in, but something that was meant to do one thing will turn out to kill Bellatrix.
Lupin, Bill Weasley, Tonks, Fluer and Greyback - Greyback, Lupin and Bill will have a showdown. Greyback will prove to be the stronger of the 3 and right as he's about to kill Bill and or Lupin, Tonks and Fleur will jump in and hell will hath no fury like a Frenchy and a Metamorph scorned. Tonks and Fleur will kick Greybacks ass.
Dumbledore and Sirius - Yes, they are forever dead. But they will still be a factor. Dumbledore will still be in the protrait and be able to offer advice. Sirius will be available in the 2-Way Mirror that he gave Harry in Order of the Phoenix. We'll see these characters in the last book, just not in a way that will be extremely helpful.
Draco and Lucius Malfoy - Lucius is currently in Azkaban and when we last saw Draco he almost turned against the Death Eaters and joined Dumbledore. But now that he failed to kill Dumbledore, Voldemort will be pissed. And he's already pissed at Lucius for getting captured. I think that Lucius will get out of Azkaban and when he re-joins the Death Eaters, Voldemort will kill him in front of Draco. This will set up Draco turning against Voldemort and joining the Order.
Peter Pettigrew - Peter owes Harry a life debt (from Prisoner of Azkaban) and Peter will cash in with his life.
Harry and the Horcrux - Harry is not a horcrux. Neither is his scar. Some people thought he was a horcrux because of the wording of the prophesy. IN Half-Blood Prince, Dumbledore calirfies the meaning of the prophesy by saying "...neither can TRUELY live..." so it wasn't meant to be taken literally. The prophesy was a metaphorical thing. And not only that, but once Dumbledore knew about the horcruxes, he would have been able to figure out if Harry was one. I mean, if we, as readers woudl suspect it, then Dumbledore, the most knowledgeable character in the series would ahve been able to figure it out. He found the ring without even really knowing it was a horcrux, so he would have known if Harry was carrying around a piece of Voldemort's soul. Also, in Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort cannot stand to possess Harry. If there was a fragment of Voldemort's soul in Harry, then Voldemort should have no problem jumping in. The horcruxes will be objects, just like Dumbledore predicted. The hard part will be finding them.
Snape, good or evil? - Snape is working against Voldemort. He's the perfect double agent. He's a master Occlumens and he's done what no one has been able to do, kill Dumbledore. I think that Dumbledore and Snape were communicating through Legimency (silently casted) during that last scene in Half-Blood and Dumbledore sacrificed himself so Snape could get in the good graces of Voldemort. Snape will then use his new found position to gather information about the remaining horcruxes. Snape will feed Harry, through anonymous sources, the information. Snape will still appear to be a bad guy. Eventually Harry will figure out Snape is really working for the Order but that will be right about the time that Snape is killed by Voldemort.
Harry, live or die? - My prediction...Harry to die. We're talking tragic hero style. Ron and Hermione will be the ones to carry on Harry's legacy.
So, there you go. Will I be right or wrong? We'll find out on Saturday.
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| The Dead Air Show is Back 1/14@ 7pm E/6pm C |
[Jan. 13th, 2007|04:45 pm] |
So I'm part of this weekly internet radio show, here are the details.
Okay, The Dead Air Show will be back this Sunday January 14th at 7pm Eastern 6pm Central. We will be finishing up on Best and Worst of 2006's Music, TV and Events.
Our weekly contributors will all be here: Ryan, John, Matt and Alex. Plus, as always, taking your calls, so we can here what you have to say... so don't be a douche.
See you on Sunday.
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| I was on Internet Radio |
[Dec. 11th, 2006|04:55 am] |
This was from earlier tonight....
Tonight at 7pm Eastern 6pm Central, the first Dead Air Show will go forth across the world! This Sunday, we hope that Mr. Zack Braff (star of SCRUBS on NBC, and writer and director of Garden State.) will be able to join us, and take our questions and your calls. On the line up is Alex, who was an original member of the Dead Air cable show, and has remained a vibrant commentator on the state of just about everything. Also, we will be announcing our selection for "Douche of the Year" and addressing all the fat ass people on the transfat issue. Then there will be the movie, music, and tv discussions we always have. Remember, the first thirty minutes is live, but when the show ends, we keep recording for the archive. In fact, you can still call in when the live show ends. Tune in, listen up, and give us a call. We just might make a joke.
Just click the button to be taken to the Dead Air Show page.
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| Back to you Ryan! |
[May. 15th, 2006|11:04 pm] |
So Ryan does this thing on his MySpace Blog. He find odd news stories and has us write an additional news piece to make an already funny story even more funny. The only rule is after you make your addendum, you have to finshing it by saying, "Back to you Ryan!"
I had to share today's article because I think Janice and Big Daddy J will see the humor in it.
Article:
Baby's Hand Severed at Chocolate Factory
HONOLULU - An 18-month-old girl's hand was cut off when it became caught in a conveyor belt at a chocolate factory she was touring with her family, officials said.
The girl's left hand was caught Saturday in a belt at the Menehune Mac Factory Gift Center, fire officials said. By the time firefighters arrived, employees had bandaged the girl and retrieved her hand.
"Our guys just put it in a bag on ice, just to preserve it in case doctors are able to do anything with it," Fire Capt. Chris Ah Mook Sang said.
She was taken to The Queen's Medical Center, which did not release her condition.
The girl and her family were attending the company's Fifth Annual Mother's Day Candy Making Event, a fundraiser for the Hawaii Children's Cancer Foundation.
Menehune Mac President Neal Arakaki said he was investigating.
"We feel so bad about this," he said. "This is something truly out of the ordinary. Everyone's just really shook up."
Arakaki said the factory was sanitized and production resumed in a different area of the factory.
Menehune Mac, founded in 1939, is the oldest existing manufacturer of macadamia nut candies in Hawaii, according its Web site.
My addition:
When the chocolate factory owner was asked to give a comment, he blew into a whistle and 4 orange midgets came out and sang this:
"Oompa, Loompa, Doop-a-dee doo
I got a chocolate finger for you
Oompa, Loompa, Doop-a-dah dee
If you are wise you'll listen to me
What do you get when you lose a hand?
Not being able to play in a band
Can't turn the pages of a book
Doomed to forever wear a hook
Just don't scratch your butt
Oompa, Loompa, Doop-a-dee doo
Life isn't fair, its sad but it's true
You will live in a circus or zoo
And you hand will be filled with yummy strawberry goo
Strawberry goo!"
Back to you Ryan! |
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| It's a celebration bitches! |
[Apr. 22nd, 2006|11:32 am] |
I know I haven't updatedthis in forever...but...
I got accepted into Rutger's Business school! |
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| Reunion and Retrospect |
[Oct. 3rd, 2005|03:27 pm] |
I know it sounds like the title of Harry Potter book 15...
So this was the 10 year high school reunion weekend. Let's re-cap and then remininse...remin-nince...rem-a-lang-a-ding-dong?
Thursday I get home from work and try to get right to bed, because I need to be on 7th street at 4:50am to catch my shuttle to LaGuardia. Well, the new neighbors are moving in a day early...and making a shit ton of noise. Eventually, they leave and i get some sleep. I get up at 2am, finish packing, and get out to Manhattan. I get to LaGuardia and on my way to see people I haven't seen in 10 years.
Ryan picks me up at the Airport. I immediately tell him that I need some Jack in the Box (as the north sorely lacks the Jack). I then make it out to my sytlist in Dallas, get my 'ere cut and me and ryan go to see Serenity, which is a pretty good flick.
We go back to his place, get dressed and head out to Arlington. First we stop by his mother's place and I say Hi to her (she was pratcially my 2nd mom). We then get to Sherlock's.
This is the *most* surreal thing that has ever happened to me. The first person I see is Damian Fuller-Sutherland. The craziest mutha in school. Who hasn't changed one bit. Looks the same, acts the same. I walk up and start talking to the ladies who are organizing the whole thing and Damian instantly recognizes me.
Now keep in mind I had really long hair in H.S. and was a bit of a freak. Now I look mostly respectable, so I was expecting people not to recognize me right off the bat. But I was wrong.
I get inside and run into several old friends. Kevin O'Connor, Holly Steck, Sam Boyle, Tiffany Cohen, Richard Nettleton, John Esquivel, Amy McLaughlin, Terry Hicks, and many many others that I really didn't know all too well, but knew them well enough.
After about 3 hours of yelling over music to try to talk to people, we all decide to go to Baby Dolls in Dallas. So we go there and have a blast.
Night ended around 4am.
Saturday, Ryan and I hang around his place til around 6:30 when we have a bunch of people meet us there for dinner in Addison. Matt Groff, Kevin O'Connor, Pat Jerina, Nathan Barling, and Ryan's new woman, Nikki. We eat all the sushi. All of it. Twice.
Then we head out to Lower Greenville and meet up with Damian and his girl friend. Eventually, Tiffany Cohen shows up and hangs out. Good times and good drinks are had by all. We close the bar and Matt and I go to Denny's to get some breakfast and some coffee. I get back to Ryan's around 4am.
Sunday Ryan and I go to Tupinamba's for some good Mexican eatin'. Then I pack my shit up and Ryan brings me out to my girl friend's parent's place in Irving. I borrow their car for the night and head out to Holly Steck's place in north Arlington. Tiffany, Sam, Sean, and eventually Danny show up. We just spend all night bullshitting about old high school memories and the psychological damage of "cheesy discharge." We spend a couple of hours playing Scene It. We end up calling it a night around 4:30am. And that's onlybecause people had to work today.
Now I'm at my girl friend's parents place waiting for 5pm so I can go to the airport and fly home to NJ.
Now for the reminininin-sing.
It was just so weird seeing these people that I spent so much of my high school years with. These people were my world back then. All the typical H.S. bullshit I experienced with these people. We all knew each other very well. We hung out ALL the time. We were family. And it was like we haven't missed one day. The only difference was the way we looked and how many new stories we had. Nothing was awkward. We picked up right where we left off.
I realized just how much I missed these people. How much fun I had. No BS, no pretension, just people hanging out and talking. Everything and nothing in common.
But now I have their numbers and e-mail addresses. I won't lose them again. |
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| Arr matey! No one steals me boat! |
[Sep. 19th, 2005|07:10 pm] |
My pirate name is:
Dread Pirate Rackham
Like the famous Dread Pirate Roberts, you have a keen head for how to make a profit. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!
Get your own pirate name from fidius.org. |
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| It's that time again... |
[Aug. 20th, 2005|06:49 pm] |
For shit that pisses me off...
Vegitarians...I hope you are eaten by a pack of Homo-Polar Bears. Why are you denying your humanity? Take a look at your precious animals. They do as nature intended, so why do you forsake it so? You are a meat eater. Everything about your body says "Eat Meat!" Your teeth are made to tear flesh, your digestive system is designed to handle meat. You are an Omnivore. Eat the flesh you fucker.
Also, I have yet to meet a vegitarian that doesn't get this semi-smug look when they announce they are vegitarian. Like it somehow puts you above the evil meat eaters. Is your life so devoid of meaning that you seek out some noble purpose to involve yourself in to feel as if your existence is validated? Look, if you want to have a deep sense of meaning, do something that actually makes a difference. Become an educator, help the sick, clean off butt-plugs, something. But this passive posturing means jack squat.
And you PETA motherfuckers are the worst. Most of you Carrot Fucking Asshats are only in it because being part of a widely recognized organization wrapped in the guise of humanitarianism makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I hope that warm fuzzy feeling is actually a vicious AIDS mold growing in your compost heap of a colon. And the PETA Fuck Tards that are "active" are no better than those Anti-Abortion Cum Buckets.
If you want to help the animals...either start a no-kill shelter, go work for one, or become one of those old ladies with 80 dead cats in her cabinets.
Music...I was once told that you know when you're getting old when you start hating the current trends in music. Well, color me Walther Mathau, because I fucking *HATE* the latest batch of whiny, bleeding cunt, meloncollie shit that passes for music nowadays. I swear to Christ, if I heard one more thing about Coldplay being the best band in the world, I think I just might have to start painting runway stripes on the sides of skyscrapers.
Maybe if we have a bit more tragedy in this society, we might be able to push out an album that doesn't make me want to smash my ears with a ball-peen hammer until the sides of my head looks like a butterflied tube of Owens Breakfast Sausage. All this 7-Year old school girl whining has got to stop. Maybe the recent events in the boy-scouts and catholic church will hatch a new batch of Nine Inch Nails. Better yet, I'm going to get Jessica Simpson, Coldplay, and New American Assclowns, lock them in a room with their instruments and unlimited amounts of herione and cocaine. They are not allowed out until they either kill eachother or take enough drugs to put out a decent album. And Jessica's not allowed out until she embraces the fact that she's a whore and should cater her music as such. |
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| Weirdness in my brain |
[Jul. 24th, 2005|12:39 pm] |
What is it about the past? Is it some need to overglorify events in your own head? Is it some human need to think that things that happened to you in the past is somehow important? significant? meaningful?
Most of my ex-girlfriends will tell you that I have an issue with letting the past go. Granted, over the past few years I've gotten better about it, but there are times, now and again, that I get all sentimental about shit.
Like today (and the reason why I write this) I found out that *maybe* someone I knew back in Carrollton killed herself. Now, I really didn't know this girl too well. We made out a few times, fooled around and when me and Kat started dating, me, her and Kat would occasionally hang out. She was Kat's friend really. I knew her mainly through association. But she was cool enough.
It was like, she was a fixture in me and Kat's relationship. For those catching up, me and Kat dated for 4 1/2 years, had many ups and downs, etc, etc. There's a lot to that time. As with any relationship, there were constants. For us, it was stupid shit, like Scarbrough Faire, Rocky Horror, Role Playing Games, EQ, Movies and a few restaurants that we went to regularily. Then there were some people who were always there. Like Jerry, Kat's mom, Ryan, Steevi, Jay Corn, and Tim.
Then I see on MySpace that Steevi killed herself. Now, for the record, suicide for selfish reasons is retarded. I understand it if you have some terminal disease (like EbolAIDS, severe cancer, severe age, etc, etc), but depression or other such reasons is the chicken-shit thing to do. And here's the kicker, this just my be a hoax. Steevi is a wierdo. This could just be some sort of "ha-ha, made you care" thing. Which was very much in character for her. But to think that it may be true sent a small ripple through my memories.
Constants are suppose to be just that...constants. Not variables. But I guess there's no such things as constants. Every thing is variable. And if so, why even bother giving a damn? Everything is temporary. Everything is subject to conditions. Everything is relative.
But there is one palce where constants can remain constants....memories. No matter what, if you want something to be a certain way, you can choose to remember it in that way. It's all part of those silly cliches "they will always be here *pat the heart*" "I'll never forget" "I'll never let go, Jack *gurgle gurgle*" But when you know that something or someone from your past is gone, it makes you wonder about stupid-shit.
But back to my question: Why give a damn? To everyone, the answer is something different. To me, it's laughing, exploring, learning, advancing. To others, it's children...or a career...or porn...or double cheeseburgers. It's when you can slowly fill your life with the things that make you happy.
Then again, I may just give a shit because I didn't want to play WoW for a little while and felt like writing instaed. |
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| Fuck da Bucks! |
[Jul. 17th, 2005|12:58 am] |
So I quit Starbucks.
Why?
Because I now work on the 16th floor in a skyscraper about 1 block from Times Square.
I will now be taking numbers for who wants to blow me first. |
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| New Jeorb? |
[Jul. 14th, 2005|08:41 pm] |
I got a call from one of my co-workers at Starbucks asking me to e-mail her my resume. She works in NYC at this place called RichFX (and *Bux on the weekends). I then get a call from a recruiter named "Alex" from RichFX asking me to come in tomorrow for an interview.
It's $18/hr, in Times Square and is a "normal" job. No serving lattes to housewives who only order that shit so they can pretend that their life has something special in it.
On the business front, I'm still trying to get my business off the ground. I need to get quotes from certain vendors so I can complete my business plan. Once I complete that, then I can shop it around until I find an investor.
If I land this job in The City, I will have to juggle work, school and a part-time business. But with the amount of $$$ I'll be making, I figure I do school part time (like 6-9 hours a semester) and do my business in my spare time. Hopefully I can round up enough scratch to dothings that I've been wanting to do for a while. Like a home theatre, better clothes, etc, etc. Maybe even...go out in NYC and check out the nightlife...so I can boogie...In the disco-rooouuunndddd!!! |
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| General stoof |
[Jun. 15th, 2005|12:58 am] |
I feel like i need to wtite. You know, that itching, like you just fucked a $10 whore and now you either have the clap or just a regular rash?
Like that, but for writing.
So, let's start with some inner feeling stuff. Skip this part if you give less than a shit. I feel like I'm teetering on the balance of accomplishment. Like there is something great just out of reach and if I stretch just a bit harder I can grasp it. I've got school, I've got my upsoming new business, I've got a great house and a even more great girlfriend. Some would ask, "what more do you need?" And that's a good question. I need to know that I can make something worth while...or is it worth wild? or worth whille? I don't know, but you get the idea. I would like to be able to make some investments that are secure enough and profitable enough that I don't *have* to work. Just sit back on the investments and live out a comfortable life. Doesn't have to lavish, just comfortable. I'm not a greedy man, so I don't need much. Then again, my lack of greed may be why I can't make that little stretch to get what I want.
But do I sell my soul to feed my belly? No, I refuse. I would rather be constantly reaching than sell my values.
I feel that all I need is a bit of a kick start. Once I get momentum, I'll be unstopable.
What else?
I don't know what to think of the people up here. I have met a few people, but they tend to be flaky, or dumb, or in severe need of a shovel to the skull. That means I have no friends up here. Not really a bad thing, as to many friends tend to be distracting. But at least one person who I don't live with to hang out with. Just shoot the shit on a semi-intellectual level, or complete bull shit level, or something. Maybe it's my instinctual hate for people that keeps me from befriending these people. Or maybe it's my lack of selling my values to placate even myself.
Sometimes it doesn't pay to be a hard-headed butthole.
What else?
Everything seems to be losing it's luster. Maybe I'm just an old man, but fewer and fewer things seem to hold my interest anymore. Nothing new is exciting for any period of time, and all the things that I thought were great are getting more and more dull. Granted, I do have the greatest city in the world right next door...but The City is expensive, and I have no resources or contacts that can tell me how to enjoy The City on a few dollars.
Maybe I'm depressed...Or maybe it's a phase...or maybe it's the Jack Daniels talking. Or maybe it's the fact that Rebecca is in Dallas all week. Either way, I need something that is going to spark all this back up.
Keep stretching, keep stretching. |
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