Wait till you find out what I put in it...

What an asshole...

David Lynch on...

Product Placement...


My thoughts exactly MR. Lynch...

Blather and Bosh

So the one week countdown starts today until Zacki finishes his duty on yet another Feature and begins the fun process of looking for work. (Unless they add a few days on... we'll see) Whenever I get to this point I always start to feel and think the same things "I'm never going to work again..." "I'm going to starve and die a lonely death in a ditch somewhere forgotten and yet another casualty of the LA Movie machine..." "Dear God, why can't I just have the body of a porn star and work 1 day a week." You know, the usual. As always I have put out some feelers and hopefully will hear back from some peeps who might need my help. There is another big movie coming up later this Summer I could work on so really in the meantime its about finding something to bridge the gap, unless of course something better comes along and whisks me in a new and interesting direction for my career. So if anyone out there needs a set designer/ model builder/ painter/ draftsman/ actor-model-dancer-but what I really want to do is direct/ can cry on cue/ and it shoots salad! just 19.99$ order now! Let me know....

Garfield Minus Garfield

My new way to waste time and laugh my ass off is Here. This is a brilliant look at what happens when you remove garfield from the comic strip entirely... in the end, you get a good look at the life of a schizophrenic middle aged man. Brilliant.

No Way

With it so chilly outside and some high cloud cover.... how is it really supposed to hit 90 degrees this weekend?

Da Getty

It was a pretty good weekend for me this week. On Friday I had a little run-in with the law on my way up Vermont Ave. I had been pulled to a stop behind another guzzler of an SUV and decided to pick up a piece of paper on the seat beside me and glance it over. With my window down and grooving (aka singing along) to Erykah Badu, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a cop car pull up beside me. He leaned out his window and informed to stop reading and drive if I didn't want a ticket. The two pimply teenagers in cuffs in the back seat snickered as I said "No problemo." That wasn't the best start to my Friday evening, but it was easy to shake off... Later that night I got to see my good friend Minnesota David for the first time in about a year and a half. We hit the usual spots. He go to see how Jumbo's Clone Room (MJ's) has changed since we used to hang there together. Admittedly I think he dug it more this way with its twinky stripper aesthetic being all the rage. We then headed over to the Regal Beagle, where I ran across Liquid-wayno, it was nice to finally meet him in person.

Saturday was all about hanging with my sister and Uncle Ken who's visiting from back East. We hit Amoeba, Carnie's, and then drove up the coast. Later that night it was time for a wonderful dinner at Ford's Filling Station in Culver City. This restaurant is owned by Harrison Ford's son and boasts a great selection of cured meats, cheeses, wines, great entrees, and one really adorable waiter... hehehe After stuffing ourselves in the swanky digs of Ford's we headed over to the Jazz Bakery to see a performance of Dr.Lonnie Smith and his trio called the Crescent Boogaloo. He is also known as the "Turbanator" sporting his funky muslim garb, beard, and a turban while playing some of the best damn jazz organ you'll ever hear. It had been such a long time since I had been to see some live jazz, and I'm glad this was the show I chipped my teeth on. These performers were incredible at their improvisation and tight knit groove. Everything played was improvised on the spot and played with complete passion. I had forgotten how great jazz is like amazing foreplay... hits you in all the right spots, surprises you at odd moments, and when it really hits the spot, you find yourself vocalizing "Yeah!" "Woo" and of course applause is called for after a good session. hehehehe

Sunday was the perfect day for us to head over to the Getty. The sun was out, the breeze was blowing, it was perfect. Right now their exhibit of California Video/film artists is really intriguing. You have to chack out the footage of the Cramps playing at a sanitarium in the late 70's... what a show that must have been live! The exhibit of photography by Gabriela Iturbide is pretty stunning, with some amazing photos of Gangs in East LA from the mid 80's that show compassion and a huge amount of trust on their part towards her. These are very beautiful personal works that show the true soul of her subjects. I think I could have done without the "Sacrafice" portion of her work that shows a large scale goat killing in Mexico, but it was still some amazing photography. The problem with that place lies in how prickin' huge it is. I need to go back soon to catch the other two exhibits I wanted to check out.

Last night after a long two days of jetting around, it was time to veg and hit the hay early... now I could really use a weekend to just relax.

Ow my hair!

What does it mean when the search keywords someone used to find your blog are "Uncontrollable pulling of hair?"

Is someone trying to tell me something?

I got an email today with the headline: "Zack- Enjoy Arthritis Self-Management purchased on your behalf!"

god... I must be getting older... next I'll start getting those AARP ads and older gentleman dating service mailers...