True Hollywood Story

I just watched Waking Sleeping Beauty.  It's like what I hope to have a story told about the work I do in L.A.  Stories of artists, execs, and etc working together to get the job done and not kill each other at the end of the day.  As I write this at nearly 1:30 am in my borrowed home I feel like I'm on the way there.  I was just offered my first casting job today.  It feels awesome.  It feels like the beginning of a long story of how I made Hollywood my home, and overtook it w/my friends.  That's been my dream since I moved out here.  Check my facebook bio; it'll tell you.  I wrote that just before moving out here sometime in 2007.  We'll only be able to do it together.  It's why I love Aladdin so much.  A man goes from poverty to prestige w/the help of his closest friends, and even beats the villain to get the girl in the end.  Lets conquer Hollywood together. 
So, 2011 will be the start of the journey of when we began our reign of awesomeness.  I can't wait for the movie about it.  Lets dream; and dream huge.  

Words w/Friends

Sometimes in life we calculate our moves very carefully, other times we slip ass first into good fortune.  Much of my wood play in the mobile version of scrabble might fall into the latter category. 
Here is a list of words I can now use in everyday conversation becuase of my addiction to Words w/Friends.  The list will continue, and feel free to add your own witty example sentence using one of these fine untouched terms.  

Sprug: v. To make smart.  Gonna hit up my 9 am so it will get me sprug
Logy: adj.  Dull or sluggish.  Characterized by lethargy.  I was a little logy today after the lb. and a half of Spaghetti.
Izar: n. A long, usually white, cotton dress that covers the body completely.  Worn by women in the Mid. East and N.Africa. 
Kune: n. Basic monetary unit of Croatia, equal to 100 lipa.  Also spelled kuna.  
Deave: v. To make deaf; deafen. 
Fob: v. To cheat someone w/leaser good sold deceitfully as an item of higher value. 
Praam: n. A flat-bottomed boat or lighter, -- used in Holland and the Baltic, and sometimes armed in case of war.
Umbo: n. A bump or knob; the center protuberance of a shield; a blunt or rounded protuberance arising from a surface, also as on a pine cone scale. 

Handbook for the Sellouts

Returning again for another romp through rant central.  Today's ornery oration is inspired by my latest ear candy obsession; Linkin Park's "Waiting for the End" from their new album A Thousand Suns. 

So what about this amusing tune would prove to be deathly?  Nothing.  It's the reactions I've seen w/in the itunes and amazon communities that leads me to believe that people are not happy w/progress. "Janxrod" from itunes says, "This band(Linkin Park) literally changed my life w/their music (and no, I'm not exaggerating)... The band that once inspired me, and was the first to get me into music is gone.  I'm just going to pretend this album never existed and anything else LP makes like it.  So, it's official: Linkin Park has sold out."
Rating for album: 1/5 stars.


Wait.  You mean to tell me, Janxrod, that you feel an album featuring a blend of old flavor and new styles of music not fully explored before by this group is selling out?  I would venture to say that Linkin Park sold out back when they released their 2nd album Reanimation whose track-list was entirely REMIXES! of published tunes, and shelved songs previously unreleased.  I don't know about you, but tweaking/repackaging old content vs. producing new material outside of the expected range/cannon of an artist; you tell me where selling out begins and ends Janxrod.  Eh, you probably know best I guess. 

My final 2¢:
Rather than settling to produce tepid mainstream schlock true artists innovate or reinvent what made them land well on successes surface.  Previously not a fan of Linkin Park's cannon of work, nor having any interest in them I say.  Great job.  The tracks I've listened to on the album sound well crafted, not produced in excess to mask shoddy orchestration.

Check out the Video for "Waiting for the End".  Very engaging.  
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xf4422_waiting-for-the-end_webcam

What doesn't Kill us...

Yes the old addage will launch us into this newest post of the Corndog Coronary.  So what won't kill me will keep me healthy, wealthy, and wise.  Right? 

Today I'll pull away from rants against the sexy dangers of advertised American life to focus on what's keeping me sustained and very happy at the moment.  I HAVE A HOUSE!


Well, I'm hiding away in the caverns of one like outlaw Jesse James on the lamb from the Pinkertons,  err... I'm squatting Randy Quaid style in a domestic fortress I'm going to make my own.  Alright... I'm just house sitting in Hollywood. 

Already I've lost my mind over trying to use the TV/Stereo/Cable/Mac/DVD situation, done laundry (SANS QUARTERS!), slept a full cycle in a sleep number bed (70), taken a 14 minute shower, made multiple kettles of tea, and fed the 7 effing cats dinner and breakfast.

Seriously though.  I woke up and the door to the back yard was eclipsed by a bunch of needy feline faces this morning waiting for me to get off my ass and dump meow mix in their 4 bowls.  Chairman Meow was not impressed by my waking at 9 am today.  I guess he's an early riser. 

I really like the house.  I think I'd like to throw a house warming party next weekend.  I mean... how many 26 year old un-married men in Hollywood can do that?  ;-) 

Listening: "Deadbeat Holiday" from Green Day's last great album Warning.  I listen to this song like it was still '00 and we survived Y2k.  I was a sophomore in High School enjoying life on Belleville East's campus.  Staying late nights for rehearsals of Clue in which I played Wadsworth.  I can still butle up a mean line or two from that show. 

Watching: Jim Carey.  He's as Manic as ever.  Check out his appearance on Letterman from last night.  CRay CrAy.  I think I watched network TV gnomes cleave his soul in half with rusty shrapnel clubs during the interview about his new Gay-scapade film w/McGregor I Love You Phillip Morris . 

Eating: No meat.  A lot of black tea actually.  It's overcast and chilly in Hollywood so it feels great to write and sip this crap.

Vegetarian

Yeah, leave it to the recent veggie-head to start a blog w/a disgustingly delicious processed meat product in the title.  Like a ghost of a past life come back to haunt.  Effing corndogs.  I used to down them like crazy when I first moved to L.A. because we didn't have Wienerschnitzle in IL, and to get a decent corndog you'd have to show up at whatever random carnival or state fair rolled into town.  Or bate your appetite w/some frozen crap out of a box. 

Now I don't eat meat.  And I don't eat corndogs.  i also don't eat that other shit they parade around as "meat" over at taco bell.  I swore off fast foods.  Mid-September I stopped eating the stuff that I was pretty sure was making me unhealthy and unhappy.  I feel like I must sound like every other Southern Californian moron who works in the industry, but I'm an adult now.  I don't have the same nutritional needs that I did even just 4 years ago.  I don' t need to eat a viking's ration off a cow anymore, and I sure as hell shouldn't be.  I also shouldn't eat anything from Taco Hell, KFC, Pizza Butt, McDonalds, Wendy's, Chick-fil-A, Burger King, you get it.  I miss it, but guess WHAT?  Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles aren't good for anybody either.  It's tongue drugs... That's all!

Day 1

The jumble mush that usually dumps outta my skull is on papers all around my apt room.  Usesless piles of rhymes, ideas, bullcrap.  Starting today that's all gonna change!  Now I'm puttin' em on the interwebs.

This morning I started writing a song about "not wanting to move to Silverlake".  I'm super happy w/the melody and am trying to integrate the lyrics.  We'll see where this pile of shiz ends up.  

Words w/Friends.  I'm addicted to it.  But Fucking words that aren't even words are scoring between 90 and a BaGillion points!  What the eff?  Even I've been able to drop words like: resid, goony, biff, thoric.  But then got Pummeled by the likes of Qi, Qat, and Sheqel.  WTF??!  Sheqel, let's check out that definition real quick.

Sheqel: also shekel.  A monetary unit of Israel equal to 100 agorot: replaced the pound in 1980.  


...Oh.  Alternate Spellings!?  Ooooo Goosh golly gee.  Lame.  I know what a springalang shekel is! 

The calculated goal of this blog is to explore the areas of over-produced crap that pervades most facets of everyday American life.  Over time you'll read rants on topics ranging from food, music, fashion, entertainment.  Even grossly unpopular literature will be on my Chopping block.  I'll also definitely explore certain areas of my PERSONAL LIFE ;-) that have been previously UnMENTINOED, UnPublished, and UnButtoned!  Basically anything that would make my mother cry is potentially about to hit the inter-waves.  Ahhahhhahaha! 

Welcome to my gateway of my mind.  Now lets see some iD.  >:-D