Hypocrisy Unbound

So everyone is using a "My Site" or some abortion thereof and this is their great outlet of their creative self. What the fuck. People have pictures and movies and songs and backgrounds all going on. It's becoming a contest... see how neat and creative I can be with my site... doesn't yours suck compared to mine. If I could (it will violate the precious little photography rules) I would make my background a close-up of my cock and balls... from behind, you know, bulldog style.
Then people have crazy fonts and spinning pictures and all sorts of wild shit. The worst is when they don't even use their fucking name. Now I understand something like my buddy Dan's site... Just lil' ol me... that still references him, no big deal. But I get annoyed by these jack-offs that use Nightmare Origins, Unhappy Prism, Nosferatu's Smile, Skippy Johansen, Tree-fucker Willy, and other such shit. Just use your fucking name. Yeah, we know, you're creative, you're unique, you're an individual... just like the millions of other creative, unique individuals out there.
And what ever happened to e-mails and... dare I say it... phone calls. I know these sites are great as you can reach many people at the same time, but have we become so self important that we can't take some time for a little one-on-one?

Ah well... here's to technology.

So basically, I'm a whore

So, I have a problem. I can access this blog from work (which is really the only place I am on the computer, I don't get on much at home) but A. it kinda sucks B. I can't upload pics anymore and these bastards won't respond to my numerous requests for assistance and C. most of my friends have moved on to My Space.

The dilemma: I cannot access My Space from work. It is considered a "dating site." So, I am now caught between a rock and a hard place. I kind of like the set up of My Space better and most people I know have a My Space account; but I can only access it from home.

Well, I have gone a created a My Space account... please visit. It is: http://www.myspace.com/askewview or it might be askewview37... I don't remember. Try the first one, if it doesn't work, try the other.

Keep in mind, it is very under construction. I just started it last night, so cut a brotha some slack.

Aaaand Action

So, I am finally writing a new entry into my blog. I kind of stopped writing as, to my knowledge, the only people reading this damn thing are Dan and Jill and I talk to both of them regularly so this seemed kind of pointless. But, let us move on.

I have spent several days filming a "docudrama" called 'Anything to Win' which will air on the Game Show Network some time in January. It's been fun. Sometimes frustrating, but all in all a good experience. Because of this little film, I am currently a blonde (see the picture below).

It is the story of a group of grad students from MIT who put together this expert team of card counters and took Vegas for millions. I play Semyon Dukatch, a Russian student, who was one of the few who continued even after the original group ended.

So the picture below is of me, taken by the "eye in the sky" of casino security. It's the same pic they would use were they to blacklist me (or anyone) from the casinos... kinda neat.


Anyhoo, that has been my existence for the last few days... ugh.

So, now comes the big decision... to keep the blonde hair, or return it to the way it was. Hmmm...toughie.

OK... as you may have noticed... no pic. Blogger sucks. I can't ad the pic and they won't respond to me... so, fuck them... fuck them in their asses.

Going Postal

So, I've come to a new realization... I pretty much hate everybody. I don't know if things have just gotten worse with each generation, but it seems like the asshole to decent person ratio is tragically skewed.

I'm not referring to the seriously evil fucks who rape, murder and or abuse children... I'm referring to the daily assholes that we all encounter in our lives. If you still don't know who I'm referring to, come see me at work, I can introduce you to several of them. Oh, and on your way here, you're sure to pass several more on the road.

I'm talking about the pricks who piss on the bathroom floor... no, not just on the floor, but they are too lazy and thoughtless to control the stream and keep it all in the urinal. Or those who use the public restroom, but then don't flush it.

I'm talking about the jack-offs who cut across 4 lanes of traffic, cut you off and then hit the brakes. Or the ones who, when there is a line in the lane you are in, get out of the line... drive ahead... and then force their way back in. Or the worthless fucks who, on the freeway on ramps, don't merge as they should, but instead drive all the way until the on ramp becomes the exit and then force their way over.

Oh, and I can't leave out these degenerate camel-blowing scumbags... the ones who litter all of their shit into the environment. Now, I'll admit, when I was a smoker, I did, on occasion, throw a butt out the car window and yes, that is bad and yes, I am a turd for it. But these sick shit-eaters I'm referring to are the ones who decide, while stopped at a red light, to open their door and throw the remains of the Wendy's dinner they had (drink, cup, bag and all) out into the street.

I won't even get started on the worthless dog-ball licking fucks in my office... that would take up far too much space.

Anyhoo... please forgive my rant, but sometimes it's good just to get it all off of your chest. I don't by any means view my self as perfect, but I do believe in courtesy and I try to be a decent person. I just fear that people with decency and manners are quickly becoming the minority.

Ciao

Like a Whore in Church

So, I have returned from my trip to Phoenix. Wow, I never knew how much one costume could make someone sweat. I must have lost 20lbs from that alone. I was C-3PO and this costume was crazy. It was 11 pieces and was very uncomfortable. The helmet alone was an experience. In other words... if you are looking for a costume for Halloween or something along those lines and you want to go with a Star Wars character... go with Luke or Obi-Wan or even Qui-Gon Jin... but DO NOT choose C-3PO. You have been warned.

On a better note (and the only good not from this trip) I finally got to see Batman Begins. That was wonderful. If they make more, I hope they don't fuck them up like Joel Schumacher did with those pieces of neon under blacklight colored shit piles called Batman Forever and Batman and Robin.

Well, that's about all for now...

Ciao

Happiness

So, I have been so excited recently. I have re-discovered one of my favorite shows and I'm about to re-discover 2 more.


I just purchased the DVD of Greg the Bunny, the entire series. It was honestly one of the funniest things ever on TV. It was witty, intelligent and wonderfully written... hence it was cancelled before the season even ended. But, I strongly recommend this show to anyone who is slightly warped. And for those of you with cable, IFC (the Independent Film Channel) is running new episodes of G the B.



The other 2 shows... Well, the first one is another case of a funny well written show that lasted less than a season... The Tick. Not the cartoon, but the live action one with Patrick Warburton. Again, the entire series is available on DVD.

And in October a DVD is coming out for any of you Nickleodeon fans from the late 80's/early 90's. Duckula is coming to DVD. Yes, that's right the original vegetarian vampire duck. I can't wait.


And lastly, there is another less than a season series (I'm telling you, the best stuff gets canceled) that I was advised was wonderful and I must get.... Firefly. I am a Joss Whedon fan and all, but I'll probably wait and see the movie first and if I like it, I'll get the series.

So, yes I know it may seem small and simple, but such are the things that make me smile.


All of these shows get my

Pull the string, Pull the string

So, next week I have to go to Phoenix and be in this lame ass corporate skit for our sales force. Several things make this lame:

1. With the exception of yours truly, the "cast" is all made of of the sales managers of the various home loan centers in our region. In other words, for an actor, this is the 3rd ring of hell.

2. Non of the people we are performing for give a shit. We are doing this for all of the loan consultants in the region. They don't care fuck all about the happy little skits in this demonic abortion of a variety show that we are putting on. The care about sales and the processing systems working. Thats it.

3. And this is the worst one... the skit I'm in is a version of Star Wars and it has been so aptly re-named to Loan Wars. Now, fine, you want to do a take off on Star Wars, no problem. But then you should have someone write it who at least has a vague concept of the 6 films... or at least the original holy trilogy. Worst case, have someone who knows the films edit the fecal matter that was written. Instead, I have to play C-3PO in this circus of shit. I'm not bragging (as I freely admit that I am not a writer) but I could have written a better script drunk and with the pencil in my ass.

Oh well, such is life. At least I'm out of the office for 2 days. I was able to sidestep one HUGE landmine. I booked my own room and feigned ignorance that we were supposed to do it through the corporate system. Why may you ask... because booking it through corporate means they would assign me a roommate. No fucking way! It's bad enough I have to go do this shit, I'm not rooming with some schmuck I don't even know.

Oh well.