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thehefnerHey pallies! Been awhile! It's been a heck of a weekend and while I'm feeling brain-dead and exhausted, not at all looking forward to this final week of THE DAVID DANCE... regardless, I'm feeling pretty damn good.
Here's why:
First of all, my ladyfriend Bloo came down to DC to see my play! Sadly, she wasn't able to go back home for a few days, so she was stuck with me in my room, where I forced various films upon her, including A CLOCKWORK ORANGE, THE EVIL DEAD, ARMY OF DARKNESS, UNBREAKABLE, and BUBBA HO-TEP, none of which she had ever seen before. I refuse to ever admit that I actually got choked up at the end of BUBBA this time. Whoop, there I go. I also showed her a number of episodes from a certain DVD set over which I had been jumping up and down with excitement.
Venture Brothers. Season 1.
For the comic-knowledgeable out there, yes, that *is* a glorious, glorious painting by the glorious, glorious Bill Sienkiewicz (holy crap, I actually spelled his name from memory!). This show is one of those things that actually gets funnier and more brilliant with repeated viewings. Think Johnny Quest on crack, as written by the writers of THE TICK with heapin' splashes of classic Marvel comics.
Next, I have become addicted to Netflix. Within a week of signing up, my queue is up to 350. I imagine those others of you who have Netflix are scoffing. Don't worry, I'm working on it. One of the films high up on the queue is a little film called MY BEST FIEND, a documentary about the, um, "friendship" between the brilliant madman actor Klaus Kinski and living demigod Werner Herzog. (for those who want to know why Herzog is so fucking awesome that he could kick Chuck Norris' ass, here's the proof. The man is hardcore.)
Anyhoo, for those who don't know about Kinski, dig this- the man was perhaps one of the most brilliant actors of the 20th century, appearing in over 250 films... often for no more than a couple minutes, because that's all the directors could stand. This actor was a director's nightmare, and Werner Herzog directed him in no less than *five full movies.* They shared a deep bond, a trust, even though on the set of AGUIRRE, WRATH OF GOD they were quite literally plotting to kill one another. The documentary MY BEST FIEND sets out to explore this relationship, a topic which is deeply intriguing to begin with. But what really won me over was the cover image:
That picture has had me giggling for days. God, you can just feel the love, can't you? I so gotta OTP icon that bad boy.
Speaking of OTPs of doom, I'm been picking away at the Two-Face/Typhoid Mary fanfic some more. And damn if this isn't coming along. Hell, I haven't even introduced Typhoid yet, but already I have a rich, complex portrait of a man who so desperately wants to put his past behind him, and the rest of the world who won't let him because they'd rather have the monster instead.
But what's more, this story is shaping up to be a metaphor for Crazy Girls. You know the kinds of girls I'm talking about. I just heard someone on the radio say, "The only difference between the Crazy Girl and the 55-year-old guy with the Alan Moore beard muttering to himself at the bar... is that the girl is great in the sack." Of course, that's my particular spin on it, but still, truer words, man. And it's not so much that I'm condemning the Crazy Girls as much as I'm calling out guys like us who go for them, against all our better judgment. We are, as Steve Martin put it, "Big Dumb Males," and this story is shaping up to deal with these issues with the craziest Crazy Girl of them all. At least, in comics.
But thankfully, my days of Crazy Girls are over. At least, so I sincerely hope. Because... well, you see, there were times this weekend when Bloo and I just couldn't think of any other movies to watch. So forced with nothing else to do, we resigned ourseleves to cuddling. Or as she put it, "very enthusiastic" cuddling. And... well... I actually have a girlfriend now. Not just a ladyfriend, not a fuck buddy, not an affair or a tumultuous "thing" or a summer fling... but a real live girlfriend. AND the VENTURE BROTHERS on DVD!
But seriously, I am... well, I'm doin' good. I'd go into more details here, further espousing on the merry adventures of Heffie and Bloo, but I must be a gentleman. You'll just have to wait for the Hefner Monologues: Tangled up in Bloo.
So I am pleased. I collapse now. Last week of THE DAVID DANCE begins tomorrow!
Here's why:
First of all, my ladyfriend Bloo came down to DC to see my play! Sadly, she wasn't able to go back home for a few days, so she was stuck with me in my room, where I forced various films upon her, including A CLOCKWORK ORANGE, THE EVIL DEAD, ARMY OF DARKNESS, UNBREAKABLE, and BUBBA HO-TEP, none of which she had ever seen before. I refuse to ever admit that I actually got choked up at the end of BUBBA this time. Whoop, there I go. I also showed her a number of episodes from a certain DVD set over which I had been jumping up and down with excitement.
Venture Brothers. Season 1.
For the comic-knowledgeable out there, yes, that *is* a glorious, glorious painting by the glorious, glorious Bill Sienkiewicz (holy crap, I actually spelled his name from memory!). This show is one of those things that actually gets funnier and more brilliant with repeated viewings. Think Johnny Quest on crack, as written by the writers of THE TICK with heapin' splashes of classic Marvel comics.
Next, I have become addicted to Netflix. Within a week of signing up, my queue is up to 350. I imagine those others of you who have Netflix are scoffing. Don't worry, I'm working on it. One of the films high up on the queue is a little film called MY BEST FIEND, a documentary about the, um, "friendship" between the brilliant madman actor Klaus Kinski and living demigod Werner Herzog. (for those who want to know why Herzog is so fucking awesome that he could kick Chuck Norris' ass, here's the proof. The man is hardcore.)
Anyhoo, for those who don't know about Kinski, dig this- the man was perhaps one of the most brilliant actors of the 20th century, appearing in over 250 films... often for no more than a couple minutes, because that's all the directors could stand. This actor was a director's nightmare, and Werner Herzog directed him in no less than *five full movies.* They shared a deep bond, a trust, even though on the set of AGUIRRE, WRATH OF GOD they were quite literally plotting to kill one another. The documentary MY BEST FIEND sets out to explore this relationship, a topic which is deeply intriguing to begin with. But what really won me over was the cover image:
That picture has had me giggling for days. God, you can just feel the love, can't you? I so gotta OTP icon that bad boy.
Speaking of OTPs of doom, I'm been picking away at the Two-Face/Typhoid Mary fanfic some more. And damn if this isn't coming along. Hell, I haven't even introduced Typhoid yet, but already I have a rich, complex portrait of a man who so desperately wants to put his past behind him, and the rest of the world who won't let him because they'd rather have the monster instead.
But what's more, this story is shaping up to be a metaphor for Crazy Girls. You know the kinds of girls I'm talking about. I just heard someone on the radio say, "The only difference between the Crazy Girl and the 55-year-old guy with the Alan Moore beard muttering to himself at the bar... is that the girl is great in the sack." Of course, that's my particular spin on it, but still, truer words, man. And it's not so much that I'm condemning the Crazy Girls as much as I'm calling out guys like us who go for them, against all our better judgment. We are, as Steve Martin put it, "Big Dumb Males," and this story is shaping up to deal with these issues with the craziest Crazy Girl of them all. At least, in comics.
But thankfully, my days of Crazy Girls are over. At least, so I sincerely hope. Because... well, you see, there were times this weekend when Bloo and I just couldn't think of any other movies to watch. So forced with nothing else to do, we resigned ourseleves to cuddling. Or as she put it, "very enthusiastic" cuddling. And... well... I actually have a girlfriend now. Not just a ladyfriend, not a fuck buddy, not an affair or a tumultuous "thing" or a summer fling... but a real live girlfriend. AND the VENTURE BROTHERS on DVD!
But seriously, I am... well, I'm doin' good. I'd go into more details here, further espousing on the merry adventures of Heffie and Bloo, but I must be a gentleman. You'll just have to wait for the Hefner Monologues: Tangled up in Bloo.
So I am pleased. I collapse now. Last week of THE DAVID DANCE begins tomorrow!
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Date: 2006-06-07 04:12 am (UTC)Please tell me the former is more important than the latter.
And congrats!
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Date: 2006-06-07 04:32 am (UTC)But still. Venture Brothers brings'a da funny.
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Date: 2006-06-07 04:43 am (UTC)also, if you're planning on doing a monologue with me, does that mean bad shit is going to be going down in the future, or that you're going to radically diverge from the
repetoirrepatoirfrench can go jump off a bridgeroutine and write a happy monologue?no subject
Date: 2006-06-07 06:35 pm (UTC)If you and I don't have such a thing happening, I may just have to outright lie and say I had a three month coke-and-catnip binge with Lindsay Lohan, but I came crawling back to you and won your heart back with a fully orchestrated musical dance number of "Little Girls."
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Date: 2006-06-09 10:45 pm (UTC)i'm Danny, btw.. we spoke on the phone from the Depeche Mode concert.
looking forward very much to meeting you. dont listen to what Heffie says, Holly and i arent there to critique you. just want to see whats all the hubbub, bub.
and Heffie.. there are some movies i've been meaning to recommend, but the only one i can remember currently is a 1990 Bill Pullman/Bill Paxton film called Brain Dead. you'd adore it.
lemmethink.. told you about the Last Boy Scout, told you about Hudson Hawk.. what am i forgetting that you need to see?
well, those latter 2 are good ones for a night with Allan. especially Hudson Hawk. in fact, i believe we are overdue for such a night. can we three do a monday or tuesday night?
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Date: 2006-06-09 11:45 pm (UTC)I think I'm ready to not be scared and overwhelmed by the posse. and if all else fails, I'll go hide behind his mom. she likes me. I got her books on magnolias. =)
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Date: 2006-06-09 11:51 pm (UTC)it'll be fun. Allan and Rachel are great too. low-key, high-geek.
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Date: 2006-06-09 11:52 pm (UTC)2 L's.
yeah.
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Date: 2006-06-10 04:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-10 01:55 pm (UTC)btw, just to pat myself on the back.. i liked how i described the Hefner Monologues above. it seemed like an accurate way of explaining them.
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Date: 2006-06-10 03:45 pm (UTC)And yeah, that actually was a very apt description!
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Date: 2006-06-10 03:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-10 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-10 05:19 pm (UTC)