Wow. WOW. I mean, holy crap. Orson Welles. 1946. Eight months of preproduction on his version of the Bat-Man. George Raft as Two-Face. Cagney as the Riddler. Deitrich as Catwoman. Rathbone as the Joker. The whole fell apart over whether Gregory Peck (who even did a costume test!) or Welles himself should play the lead role. We'll be able to read about it in a Welles bio coming out next Easter. Can you imagine? As a lifelong comic book geek (so was Orson, by the way), today I am officially useless.
Thrill me
Saturday, September 27, 2003
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Damn, two weeks...
Okay, let's see:
1.) I got a car. Totally dropped in out of nowhere. 1986 Nissan Maxima four-door. My first car in five years. Travel time from my apartment to the office, door to door, in a car: Thirteen minutes. Travel time, door to door, using the Los Angeles public transportation system: Sixty minutes.
2.) Order Fulfillment Guy here at the office is auditioning for a Trading Spaces ripoff where witches and energy-readers go in to a potential new space and give a psychic assessment of what should go where. He's also been called in for another Queer Eye ripoff where he was again told to "go as far over the top as possible." This is Hollywood, boys and girls.
3.) This movie is the best I've seen all year. Although I finally caught up with Finding Nemo and it was an utter delight.
4.) Mainstream Exposure: I am briefly quoted in the current issue of New York in an essay about Straight Men Who Shave Too Much.
5.) Mainstream Exposure II: I sat on a panel called "XXX: When Sex is Your Beat" at the National Lesbian & Gay Journalists Association convention here in Hollywood. More on that later. But there were about sixty journalists in the audience and they asked intelligent, probing questions. There was a tiny bit of drama a few days later, when a gossip columnist published complaints from two porn directors on the panel (Why? Who knows, they aren't writers) who felt that I and the other writers on the panel hogged their spotlight. Ah, there is nothing like having unfounded allegations printed about you for the titillation of thousands of people! This is Hollywood, boys and girls.
6.) Mainstream Exposure III: I was interviewed at length for a documentary on gay-for-pay sex workers, from porn stars to hustlers. I did appear in a documentary about Chi Chi LaRue several years ago, but that was an accident. Someone stopped me at a porn party, aimed a camera in my face, asked me some questions about Chi Chi, and two years later I'm in a documentary. This time, the interview was fine, but I found myself forgetting to breathe as I talked, I guess out of nerves. Found myself unexpectedly aware, very aware, of the two cameras aimed at me. Anyway, I ended up running out of breath and swallowing the ends of my sentences a few times. Argh, trying not to be self-critical, but I did enjoy the experience.
More tomorrow...
Thrill me
Okay, let's see:
1.) I got a car. Totally dropped in out of nowhere. 1986 Nissan Maxima four-door. My first car in five years. Travel time from my apartment to the office, door to door, in a car: Thirteen minutes. Travel time, door to door, using the Los Angeles public transportation system: Sixty minutes.
2.) Order Fulfillment Guy here at the office is auditioning for a Trading Spaces ripoff where witches and energy-readers go in to a potential new space and give a psychic assessment of what should go where. He's also been called in for another Queer Eye ripoff where he was again told to "go as far over the top as possible." This is Hollywood, boys and girls.
3.) This movie is the best I've seen all year. Although I finally caught up with Finding Nemo and it was an utter delight.
4.) Mainstream Exposure: I am briefly quoted in the current issue of New York in an essay about Straight Men Who Shave Too Much.
5.) Mainstream Exposure II: I sat on a panel called "XXX: When Sex is Your Beat" at the National Lesbian & Gay Journalists Association convention here in Hollywood. More on that later. But there were about sixty journalists in the audience and they asked intelligent, probing questions. There was a tiny bit of drama a few days later, when a gossip columnist published complaints from two porn directors on the panel (Why? Who knows, they aren't writers) who felt that I and the other writers on the panel hogged their spotlight. Ah, there is nothing like having unfounded allegations printed about you for the titillation of thousands of people! This is Hollywood, boys and girls.
6.) Mainstream Exposure III: I was interviewed at length for a documentary on gay-for-pay sex workers, from porn stars to hustlers. I did appear in a documentary about Chi Chi LaRue several years ago, but that was an accident. Someone stopped me at a porn party, aimed a camera in my face, asked me some questions about Chi Chi, and two years later I'm in a documentary. This time, the interview was fine, but I found myself forgetting to breathe as I talked, I guess out of nerves. Found myself unexpectedly aware, very aware, of the two cameras aimed at me. Anyway, I ended up running out of breath and swallowing the ends of my sentences a few times. Argh, trying not to be self-critical, but I did enjoy the experience.
More tomorrow...
Thrill me
Thursday, September 11, 2003
In remembrance
The pictures on this site aren't of the destruction on 9/11 two years ago today. They're of the outpouring of grief from citizens around the world in reaction to the tragedy. Given the current state of our country's relations to the rest of the world, these photographs reminded me that for a short while, we all were united. I got a bit teary, yes, but it wasn't due to 9/11 memories. It was the simple realization that we can all come together as one, all of us, and it is equally tragic we learned it in the aftermath of a tragedy. Perhaps this is what it took to show us all that worldwide unity and peace is not only possible, it can happen immediately. This is why I hold out hope that the fearmongering and divisive politics raging in the United States right now cannot last. It will not last. We've seen what can happen without it.
You know the drill
The pictures on this site aren't of the destruction on 9/11 two years ago today. They're of the outpouring of grief from citizens around the world in reaction to the tragedy. Given the current state of our country's relations to the rest of the world, these photographs reminded me that for a short while, we all were united. I got a bit teary, yes, but it wasn't due to 9/11 memories. It was the simple realization that we can all come together as one, all of us, and it is equally tragic we learned it in the aftermath of a tragedy. Perhaps this is what it took to show us all that worldwide unity and peace is not only possible, it can happen immediately. This is why I hold out hope that the fearmongering and divisive politics raging in the United States right now cannot last. It will not last. We've seen what can happen without it.
You know the drill
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
Earlier today I was sitting at a traffic light, waiting to turn left. Just as the light turned, an elderly woman rolled up to the light in her maroon Little Rascal scooter. She had to have been eighty, carried a bright pink and yellow umbrella to shield herself from the sun, and wore a loose blue dress that flapped in the breeze and displayed to all and sundry her eighty-year-old cooch. Sistahs are doin' it for themselves, baby.
Thrill me. Please.
Thrill me. Please.
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
I'm still here. Promise! Press releases, porn reviews, dealing with my boss, blah blah. You know the drill. Time flies, etc.
Oh, and in case you ever wondered...
Thrill me. Please.
Oh, and in case you ever wondered...
Thrill me. Please.
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