wojr - words, occasionally sentences
Saturday, March 27, 2004
"That don't sound too good, Bill Murray."
Just goes to show you that you don't need big budgets to make my ass laugh. I know Jim Jarmusch is not for everyone, but just look at this trailer for Coffee and Cigarettes.
Gza, Rza & Bill Murray - I could watch two hours of that conversation alone. "The Chinese delegation drafts the Wu Tang Clan."
wojr
Just goes to show you that you don't need big budgets to make my ass laugh. I know Jim Jarmusch is not for everyone, but just look at this trailer for Coffee and Cigarettes.
Gza, Rza & Bill Murray - I could watch two hours of that conversation alone. "The Chinese delegation drafts the Wu Tang Clan."
wojr
The Only Apology You'll Get From Me..
Transcribed right off a bar napkin.
I write - that is what I do. So right now, I apologize to all of humanity, because you are all just potential characters, potential voices to me.
I write the funny things you say on bar napkins, post-its, or whatever else is handy. I kept your utterly stupid character traits in my head forever. I do this even more when I drink. I know why, so you don't have to.
You just have to BE. So I can make a better story.
End of napkin.
wojr
Transcribed right off a bar napkin.
I write - that is what I do. So right now, I apologize to all of humanity, because you are all just potential characters, potential voices to me.
I write the funny things you say on bar napkins, post-its, or whatever else is handy. I kept your utterly stupid character traits in my head forever. I do this even more when I drink. I know why, so you don't have to.
You just have to BE. So I can make a better story.
End of napkin.
wojr
Labels: My Writing
Friday, March 26, 2004
And Another Week Goes Barreling By..
Happy 5PM Friday, Everybody! May all your sores be closed, but your rashes be extra itchy! (I have no idea what that is supposed to mean.)
wojr
Happy 5PM Friday, Everybody! May all your sores be closed, but your rashes be extra itchy! (I have no idea what that is supposed to mean.)
wojr
Labels: 5PMSendoff
"But I Want To Be Respected As A Cartoon Character"
As promised, the other preview of Bored Crackers. Pass them both along to friends, cohorts or even dire enemies.
Also, if you look on the main entrance, there is now an option to join our mailing list. While notice of site updates will be posted here on the journal, my ego really craves a mailing list. I have used notifylist.com before and have yet to get spam from them.
And yes, I am hung over. So be nice to me.
wojr
As promised, the other preview of Bored Crackers. Pass them both along to friends, cohorts or even dire enemies.
Also, if you look on the main entrance, there is now an option to join our mailing list. While notice of site updates will be posted here on the journal, my ego really craves a mailing list. I have used notifylist.com before and have yet to get spam from them.
And yes, I am hung over. So be nice to me.
wojr
Labels: Crackers, Intoxication, My Comics, Nostalgia, woj
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Let's Spend a Few Minutes Discussing College..
I guess the latest propaganda magazine that my Alma Mater publishes has been making the rounds. Normally, it takes an extra day or so to make it to the West Coast, so my sweet copy has not arrived.
In the back of these publications, the school issues little blurbs about some alumni and gives the latest tally in the race to marry, give birth and die. Some of the ladies don't do things in that specific order, but we love them anyway. Basically, the whole thing is just fodder for my little sewing circle of friends to pick up the phone or drop an email to gossip. Especially when an ex-girlfriend is involved.. But anywho..
The point I was going to attempt to arrive at was - I am so glad I went to college when I did, 1991-1995. (Yeah, I'm frigging ancient) Even though the Internet would have made schoolwork much easier and the cell phone would have facilitated many a drunken hookup, I am utterly jubilant that I am not in college right now.
Why is that? Well, I'm glad you asked.
I've been checking out collegehumor.com a lot recently. Basically, it's free, it's funny and it has pictures of drunk & naked girls. All three are causes I can vehemently support. Essentially, collegehumor.com is going to prevent an entire generation from seeking public office as every evidential image of drunkenness, stupidity and debauchery that occurs on college campuses makes its way to the internet. With the proliferation of digital cameras & camera-phones, more and more of these pictures and sites will be on the Internet.
Now if this practice was around when I was in college, well, I wouldn't be on the Internet right now. I wouldn't even be in America. I would be in Uganda, atoning for my sins as a missionary of some sort. AND I WOULD NOT BE ALONE.
Therefore, it is a good thing that I went to school when I did. Not only do all my college friends get my obscure 80s references, but they keep the evidence of our youthful transgression hidden from the eyes of the public. Plus, I don't think my white ass would thrive in Uganda.
Plus, as friends and ex-girlfriends start to have children, I am also comforted to know that the evidence of their children's drunken exploits will be showing up on the Internet in less than twenty years.
Now, I'm off the scan some pictures. I think I have one of Dan is his blue panties.
wojr
I guess the latest propaganda magazine that my Alma Mater publishes has been making the rounds. Normally, it takes an extra day or so to make it to the West Coast, so my sweet copy has not arrived.
In the back of these publications, the school issues little blurbs about some alumni and gives the latest tally in the race to marry, give birth and die. Some of the ladies don't do things in that specific order, but we love them anyway. Basically, the whole thing is just fodder for my little sewing circle of friends to pick up the phone or drop an email to gossip. Especially when an ex-girlfriend is involved.. But anywho..
The point I was going to attempt to arrive at was - I am so glad I went to college when I did, 1991-1995. (Yeah, I'm frigging ancient) Even though the Internet would have made schoolwork much easier and the cell phone would have facilitated many a drunken hookup, I am utterly jubilant that I am not in college right now.
Why is that? Well, I'm glad you asked.
I've been checking out collegehumor.com a lot recently. Basically, it's free, it's funny and it has pictures of drunk & naked girls. All three are causes I can vehemently support. Essentially, collegehumor.com is going to prevent an entire generation from seeking public office as every evidential image of drunkenness, stupidity and debauchery that occurs on college campuses makes its way to the internet. With the proliferation of digital cameras & camera-phones, more and more of these pictures and sites will be on the Internet.
Now if this practice was around when I was in college, well, I wouldn't be on the Internet right now. I wouldn't even be in America. I would be in Uganda, atoning for my sins as a missionary of some sort. AND I WOULD NOT BE ALONE.
Therefore, it is a good thing that I went to school when I did. Not only do all my college friends get my obscure 80s references, but they keep the evidence of our youthful transgression hidden from the eyes of the public. Plus, I don't think my white ass would thrive in Uganda.
Plus, as friends and ex-girlfriends start to have children, I am also comforted to know that the evidence of their children's drunken exploits will be showing up on the Internet in less than twenty years.
Now, I'm off the scan some pictures. I think I have one of Dan is his blue panties.
wojr
"But I Want To Be Respected As An Artist"
It's late. I'm tired. And I still have porn to watch. Dwarf porn, no less.
Speaking of the little people - Here's a preview of Bored Crackers. Don't fret - a Wojr preview is coming.
And on an utterly unrelated note - I whipped this up while figuring out some of the finer points of Photoshop. I think it might make a killer website. (I miss my hydrant, Bronc. Where is my hydrant?)
(On a rare serious note - with Carmel away, I updated the main entrance page. It should now fit on everyone's screen without unnecessary scrolling. Plus the journal is nowaccessible from the 'map'. Be sure to check it out.)
As always, there will be more to come. (And no you can not borrow my Dwarf Porn.)
wojr
It's late. I'm tired. And I still have porn to watch. Dwarf porn, no less.
Speaking of the little people - Here's a preview of Bored Crackers. Don't fret - a Wojr preview is coming.
And on an utterly unrelated note - I whipped this up while figuring out some of the finer points of Photoshop. I think it might make a killer website. (I miss my hydrant, Bronc. Where is my hydrant?)
(On a rare serious note - with Carmel away, I updated the main entrance page. It should now fit on everyone's screen without unnecessary scrolling. Plus the journal is nowaccessible from the 'map'. Be sure to check it out.)
As always, there will be more to come. (And no you can not borrow my Dwarf Porn.)
wojr
Labels: Bronc, Crackers, My Comics, Nostalgia, The Wee Folk, Whores
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
WHAT THE--
Go on Google and do an image search for "wojr."
This is the first thing I get:
Dude, the world is a bizarre place.
wojr
Go on Google and do an image search for "wojr."
This is the first thing I get:
Dude, the world is a bizarre place.
wojr
Labels: Snide Remarks, woj
CAN YOU GUESS WHAT I'M WATCHING?
A little slow to update anything today. Don't know exactly why, but I do feel slightly disjointed. Like there is something different about me. Something has changed.
Wait a second. That's right, I'm a frigging bachelor again.
No, I didn't go dumping my lady on her birthday. I'm mean, but not that mean. She's just off to NYC for some family stuff. So, lil Mikey gets five days off.
What crazy plans does he have?
Let's see. There's work. Followed by some work. Before I stop and do even more work.
Still need to finish all the little odds and ends on the site. Want to get the ugly ass art for the web comics finished. Then, I really have to get the latest film script done. Gave myself a May deadline and want to stick to that.
I know that sounds very lame. Wasting away the few days of single life afforded to me. Don't worry though -
I'LL BE WATCHING PORN THE ENTIRE TIME.
Hell, I'm watching it right now.
wojr
A little slow to update anything today. Don't know exactly why, but I do feel slightly disjointed. Like there is something different about me. Something has changed.
Wait a second. That's right, I'm a frigging bachelor again.
No, I didn't go dumping my lady on her birthday. I'm mean, but not that mean. She's just off to NYC for some family stuff. So, lil Mikey gets five days off.
What crazy plans does he have?
Let's see. There's work. Followed by some work. Before I stop and do even more work.
Still need to finish all the little odds and ends on the site. Want to get the ugly ass art for the web comics finished. Then, I really have to get the latest film script done. Gave myself a May deadline and want to stick to that.
I know that sounds very lame. Wasting away the few days of single life afforded to me. Don't worry though -
I'LL BE WATCHING PORN THE ENTIRE TIME.
Hell, I'm watching it right now.
wojr
Labels: Porn
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
But How Happy Were Those Happy Days?
(Warning: While I consciously avoided any of George Carlin's Seven Dirty Words, the following rant does delve into topics of gang rape, cocaine usage, interracial group sex, prostitution, Brady Bunch incest, sex with minors, cross-dressing, heroin addiction, female ejaculation, homosexuality and Ron Howard. Be forewarned.)
One of the positive things about growing older is, that given enough time, the truth comes out. And as it says in The Fountainhead, "the nice explanations are never the true ones". Especially in Hollywood. Given enough time, the spin-doctoring fades away and people realize which closeted actors enjoyed the sweet taste of man-love, that dehydrated actresses frequently suffer from heroin addiction and that Greg Brady tried to get with his on-screen Mother and Sister.
Thanks to Hollywood tell-alls and TV movies, the public has learned some of the truth about Three's Company, Charlie's Angels, The Brady Bunch and The Partridge Family.
But, what about Happy Days? Where's the tell-all on that show? Aren't Donny Most and Erin Moran hard up enough for cash to be fleecing the secrets of that beloved sitcom?
I mean the show was one of the biggest hits of the late 70s. Cocaine was good for you then. Bad things must have happened. Now, I don't mean bad things like the gang rape of Jenny Piccalo or Arnold and Big Al double-teaming a twelve-year old blonde mulatto, but, come on now, everyone saw the Mork from Ork episode. The only explanation for that mess is heavy drug use, plus I think cocaine originated at Robin Williams. Forget the movie Blow, that man is the source.
I know what you're thinking Happy Days is beloved. It's Americana. It's the epitome of conservatism. Just don't forget it's still Hollywood. I went to a conservative college for only four years and my friends & I have enough crazy sex stories from that period to last a lifetime (especially Phil's ultimate female ejaculation story.) That show was on the air for TEN YEARS in less than conservative Tinseltown. Heck, it's 2004 and Scott Baio still hasn't left the Playboy Mansion.
So..
Ask yourself, why call her "Leather Tuscadero" if she wasn't into S&M?
Ask yourself, what happened to the older Cunningham brother, Chuck? Or Fonzie's cousin, Spike? They just disappeared and were never mentioned again. My theory: cross-dressers. But, I have no facts.
Ask yourself, why was the dim-witted character called "Potsie"? I'm not saying for certain that the boy liked the marijuana, but that's the one guy on the show I would assume was holding.
Ask yourself, what was the deal with "the Pinkettes"? Was Pinky Tuscadero their madam, pimping those poor girls out to support her demolition derby career? (On a serious note though, Roz Kelly, the actress that played Pinky, got three years in jail in 1998 for "shooting up cars and a neighbors apartment after a car alarm went off in the early morning and woke her up.")
I'm sure there are more tidbits that need to see the light of day. But I doubt they will. I just think Ron Howard aka Richie has become too powerful in Hollywood. He's an outright mogul now and no one wants to cross that line. Even a man who blabbed so much he was dubbed "Ralph Malph".
By the way, about Jenny Piccalo's gang rape - here's an actual quote from the show: "I wouldn't miss this for a weekend with the Green Bay Packers as their towel girl!" The girl was asking for it.
wojr
(Warning: While I consciously avoided any of George Carlin's Seven Dirty Words, the following rant does delve into topics of gang rape, cocaine usage, interracial group sex, prostitution, Brady Bunch incest, sex with minors, cross-dressing, heroin addiction, female ejaculation, homosexuality and Ron Howard. Be forewarned.)
One of the positive things about growing older is, that given enough time, the truth comes out. And as it says in The Fountainhead, "the nice explanations are never the true ones". Especially in Hollywood. Given enough time, the spin-doctoring fades away and people realize which closeted actors enjoyed the sweet taste of man-love, that dehydrated actresses frequently suffer from heroin addiction and that Greg Brady tried to get with his on-screen Mother and Sister.
Thanks to Hollywood tell-alls and TV movies, the public has learned some of the truth about Three's Company, Charlie's Angels, The Brady Bunch and The Partridge Family.
But, what about Happy Days? Where's the tell-all on that show? Aren't Donny Most and Erin Moran hard up enough for cash to be fleecing the secrets of that beloved sitcom?
I mean the show was one of the biggest hits of the late 70s. Cocaine was good for you then. Bad things must have happened. Now, I don't mean bad things like the gang rape of Jenny Piccalo or Arnold and Big Al double-teaming a twelve-year old blonde mulatto, but, come on now, everyone saw the Mork from Ork episode. The only explanation for that mess is heavy drug use, plus I think cocaine originated at Robin Williams. Forget the movie Blow, that man is the source.
I know what you're thinking Happy Days is beloved. It's Americana. It's the epitome of conservatism. Just don't forget it's still Hollywood. I went to a conservative college for only four years and my friends & I have enough crazy sex stories from that period to last a lifetime (especially Phil's ultimate female ejaculation story.) That show was on the air for TEN YEARS in less than conservative Tinseltown. Heck, it's 2004 and Scott Baio still hasn't left the Playboy Mansion.
So..
Ask yourself, why call her "Leather Tuscadero" if she wasn't into S&M?
Ask yourself, what happened to the older Cunningham brother, Chuck? Or Fonzie's cousin, Spike? They just disappeared and were never mentioned again. My theory: cross-dressers. But, I have no facts.
Ask yourself, why was the dim-witted character called "Potsie"? I'm not saying for certain that the boy liked the marijuana, but that's the one guy on the show I would assume was holding.
Ask yourself, what was the deal with "the Pinkettes"? Was Pinky Tuscadero their madam, pimping those poor girls out to support her demolition derby career? (On a serious note though, Roz Kelly, the actress that played Pinky, got three years in jail in 1998 for "shooting up cars and a neighbors apartment after a car alarm went off in the early morning and woke her up.")
I'm sure there are more tidbits that need to see the light of day. But I doubt they will. I just think Ron Howard aka Richie has become too powerful in Hollywood. He's an outright mogul now and no one wants to cross that line. Even a man who blabbed so much he was dubbed "Ralph Malph".
By the way, about Jenny Piccalo's gang rape - here's an actual quote from the show: "I wouldn't miss this for a weekend with the Green Bay Packers as their towel girl!" The girl was asking for it.
wojr
Labels: Hollywood, Nostalgia, Sex, Snide Remarks, Whores
Wojr Mail Call
Continued comments on the "Attempted Wife-Swapping".
From Neerajimous Pai - "The swingers story rocked, especially for those of us who will never have such a thing happen to us (whereas for folks like Rosie and Claudine, or Rukus and fillintheblank, it happens three times a week). The really important question: what would the Wojr of ten years ago have done?" He would have said something so incredibly inappropriate that no one would have slept with him.
From Phillip "Boom-Boom" O'Neil - "as much as i learned from you....there is much i still have yet to teach you my padawon learner." Thanks for the offer, but I don't think I'll be attending the O'Neil School of Whore-Mongering and Polygamy. However, in Phil's defense, he does pretty well with the ladies despite referencing crappy Star Wars movies.
From some fellow named Kuffel - "You should of swung - [euphemism for female genitalia]!" Not only is this man now a homeowner and a husband, but a parent, ladies and gentlemen. By the way, how was shoveling the snow last week, Kuffel? I think we had some clouds here in LA, but I can't be sure. All I remember was sunshine and sundresses.
Keep the mail coming people
wojr
Continued comments on the "Attempted Wife-Swapping".
From Neerajimous Pai - "The swingers story rocked, especially for those of us who will never have such a thing happen to us (whereas for folks like Rosie and Claudine, or Rukus and fillintheblank, it happens three times a week). The really important question: what would the Wojr of ten years ago have done?" He would have said something so incredibly inappropriate that no one would have slept with him.
From Phillip "Boom-Boom" O'Neil - "as much as i learned from you....there is much i still have yet to teach you my padawon learner." Thanks for the offer, but I don't think I'll be attending the O'Neil School of Whore-Mongering and Polygamy. However, in Phil's defense, he does pretty well with the ladies despite referencing crappy Star Wars movies.
From some fellow named Kuffel - "You should of swung - [euphemism for female genitalia]!" Not only is this man now a homeowner and a husband, but a parent, ladies and gentlemen. By the way, how was shoveling the snow last week, Kuffel? I think we had some clouds here in LA, but I can't be sure. All I remember was sunshine and sundresses.
Keep the mail coming people
wojr
Labels: Sex, Snide Remarks, Viewer Mail, Whores
Monday, March 22, 2004
"Wojr.com's First Piece of Hate Mail"
I will admit I've wanted a piece of Hate Mail for a long time now. I may be reaching but I think this one qualifies. It's full of bile and rage.
From a Michael Broncatello in response to my 'Swinger Adventure':
"How the hell is it that I'm finding out about this story with the rest of the filth and vermin? These are the kind of events which require an immediate update! Possible spouse swapping and midgets are a must know event."
One angry letter down. How many more can we get???
Also, I know I was a bit inebriated, but I don't recall any midgets involved. Or dwarves either.
wojr
I will admit I've wanted a piece of Hate Mail for a long time now. I may be reaching but I think this one qualifies. It's full of bile and rage.
From a Michael Broncatello in response to my 'Swinger Adventure':
"How the hell is it that I'm finding out about this story with the rest of the filth and vermin? These are the kind of events which require an immediate update! Possible spouse swapping and midgets are a must know event."
One angry letter down. How many more can we get???
Also, I know I was a bit inebriated, but I don't recall any midgets involved. Or dwarves either.
wojr
Labels: Bronc, Sex, The Wee Folk, Viewer Mail
"We May Be Vain, But We Don't Swing"
The following is a true story - swear to god.
As I mentioned, today is my fiancee's birthday. Last night, we decided to head out for a nice dinner in her honor. Per her normal birthday request, the meal of choice is sushi, but that's not really important to the story. You just need to know that we had nice meal and got a good buzz off a few bottles of sake.
Since it was still early after we finished eating and neither of us was ready to go home, we decided to stop at this English pub for a drink. One drink leads to two and we end up talking to this couple next to us. Let's call this couple for lack of a better name, "The Millers."
Before I go on, I just have to say that the Millers were the nicest, most well adjusted people I met in California. I liked them and I'm a bitter old man that doesn't like anybody.
That's when things started to get a little weird.
The wife started to get a little too touchy-feely with me and kept complimenting Carmel on her looks. The husband seemed a little too interested in Carmel's latest work story. Between the sake at the restaurant and the beers at the bar, my indicator light was a little slow to go off but when the words "open marriage" were uttered that light went supernova. These people wanted to get us in the sack and were not shy about letting us know that juicy tidbit.
Well, Carmel and I had the exact same reaction - we were flattered. They weren't a bad looking couple and they're trying to pick us up. It definitely boosts one's self-esteem. But (and here's the "honest but" not just "my family might read this but") Carmel and I are just not swingers. Sure, we're both demented little perverts, but at the end of the day, we just aren't going to swap spouses. So, we politely declined and eventually made our way home.
To paraphrase Seinfeld, there will be no orgy friends, they were will be no orgy clothes. Woj and Carmel are all about the vanilla sex-life.
But please feel free to proposition us any time you want. We are vain people and will soak up the attention like a sponge. (And yes, I am hung over today, but I still feel studly.)
wojr
The following is a true story - swear to god.
As I mentioned, today is my fiancee's birthday. Last night, we decided to head out for a nice dinner in her honor. Per her normal birthday request, the meal of choice is sushi, but that's not really important to the story. You just need to know that we had nice meal and got a good buzz off a few bottles of sake.
Since it was still early after we finished eating and neither of us was ready to go home, we decided to stop at this English pub for a drink. One drink leads to two and we end up talking to this couple next to us. Let's call this couple for lack of a better name, "The Millers."
Before I go on, I just have to say that the Millers were the nicest, most well adjusted people I met in California. I liked them and I'm a bitter old man that doesn't like anybody.
That's when things started to get a little weird.
The wife started to get a little too touchy-feely with me and kept complimenting Carmel on her looks. The husband seemed a little too interested in Carmel's latest work story. Between the sake at the restaurant and the beers at the bar, my indicator light was a little slow to go off but when the words "open marriage" were uttered that light went supernova. These people wanted to get us in the sack and were not shy about letting us know that juicy tidbit.
Well, Carmel and I had the exact same reaction - we were flattered. They weren't a bad looking couple and they're trying to pick us up. It definitely boosts one's self-esteem. But (and here's the "honest but" not just "my family might read this but") Carmel and I are just not swingers. Sure, we're both demented little perverts, but at the end of the day, we just aren't going to swap spouses. So, we politely declined and eventually made our way home.
To paraphrase Seinfeld, there will be no orgy friends, they were will be no orgy clothes. Woj and Carmel are all about the vanilla sex-life.
But please feel free to proposition us any time you want. We are vain people and will soak up the attention like a sponge. (And yes, I am hung over today, but I still feel studly.)
wojr
Labels: Crackers, Intoxication, Sex
Before anything else...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CARMEL!
For those of you that don't know - the prettiest girl in the world turns a quarter of a century today. Well wishes can be sent here.
wojr
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CARMEL!
For those of you that don't know - the prettiest girl in the world turns a quarter of a century today. Well wishes can be sent here.
wojr
Sunday, March 21, 2004
"Why Adults Don't Take Field Trips.. (or This Sort Of Thing Never Happens to Marc Silvestri*)"
As some of you noticed, yesterday was the first day that I did not post anything. No rant, no weak attempt to make the funny, not even an attack at organized religion.
That's because I was at a COMIC BOOK CONVENTION. (Please hold your laughter.)
Specifically, the first annual Wizard World Los Angeles Comic Book Convention (which took place in Long Beach instead of Los Angeles, but who's complaining?) and like the first version of anything it had its kinks, its birthing pains.
Here's a story about one of them:
One of the aspects of these self-proclaimed "geekfests" that I enjoy is the panel discussion - even if the panel is made up of one person. I particularly enjoy the ones involving the creative process. There is always more for me to learn and I am not above stealing successful techniques from my successful (i.e., "Paid") peers.
One panel that I was quite interested in was "Jeph Loeb: Adapting Comics for Movies and TV." As the convention guide blurb states, "How do you write the Superman comic and the "Smallville" TV show? Jeph Loeb knows, 'cause he does both. Join him as he gives pointers on the transition from page to screen." Well, that seemed perfect for me. Especially when you take into account my appreciation of the man's writing - 'The Long Halloween' and 'Superman for All Seasons' are seminal works in my opinion.
Thus, I show up at the scheduled place & time and-- Well, here is where the convention's birthing pains comes into the story. Normally, these discussions take place in their own separate rooms, away from the hustle & bustle of the convention and its throngs of attendees. Instead the planners of this show decided, in an obvious bid to save a few shekels, to hold these discussions right off the main convention floor, separated from the noise of the masses by some thin sheets handing from aluminum rods.
So, when Jeph Loeb shows up and starts his spiel, not only can the rear half of the group not even hear him, but the man needs to stop every time the PA system decides to make some lame announcement. After a few minutes of this rigmarole, Loeb decides to take us all on a "field trip".
The basic idea being that we will follow him to someplace outside or upstairs that would be quieter and more amenable to discussion. As we leave the cordoned-off discussion area, the first person behind Mr. Loeb is a massive fellow that I will dub "Big Al." Big Al is a large man. Just shy of six feet in height and firmly entrenched in the three hundred pound range, it is much easier to follow a man like him in a crowd of hundreds than a smaller fellow like Jeph Loeb. So, I keep Big Al in sight and stay with the other members of the group.
After five minutes of walking, Big Al leads us all to the end of a corridor, just like the marching band from the end of 'Animal House'. I guess I was not the only one following Big Al. Therefore, thirty of us are left wondering, "Where the hell did Jeph Loeb go?" I can't imagine that there were more than 30 of us in that little cordoned-off area - so, I doubt the talk ever happened. If it did or if anyone knows what happened to Jeph Loeb, please drop me a note because I would love to know what the hell happened. Maybe Rich Johnston can tell me tomorrow morning.
(*For those that don't know, Marc Silvestri is a talented artist & head of Top Cow Studios as well as a freaking giant, even to my 6'3" frame.)
wojr
As some of you noticed, yesterday was the first day that I did not post anything. No rant, no weak attempt to make the funny, not even an attack at organized religion.
That's because I was at a COMIC BOOK CONVENTION. (Please hold your laughter.)
Specifically, the first annual Wizard World Los Angeles Comic Book Convention (which took place in Long Beach instead of Los Angeles, but who's complaining?) and like the first version of anything it had its kinks, its birthing pains.
Here's a story about one of them:
One of the aspects of these self-proclaimed "geekfests" that I enjoy is the panel discussion - even if the panel is made up of one person. I particularly enjoy the ones involving the creative process. There is always more for me to learn and I am not above stealing successful techniques from my successful (i.e., "Paid") peers.
One panel that I was quite interested in was "Jeph Loeb: Adapting Comics for Movies and TV." As the convention guide blurb states, "How do you write the Superman comic and the "Smallville" TV show? Jeph Loeb knows, 'cause he does both. Join him as he gives pointers on the transition from page to screen." Well, that seemed perfect for me. Especially when you take into account my appreciation of the man's writing - 'The Long Halloween' and 'Superman for All Seasons' are seminal works in my opinion.
Thus, I show up at the scheduled place & time and-- Well, here is where the convention's birthing pains comes into the story. Normally, these discussions take place in their own separate rooms, away from the hustle & bustle of the convention and its throngs of attendees. Instead the planners of this show decided, in an obvious bid to save a few shekels, to hold these discussions right off the main convention floor, separated from the noise of the masses by some thin sheets handing from aluminum rods.
So, when Jeph Loeb shows up and starts his spiel, not only can the rear half of the group not even hear him, but the man needs to stop every time the PA system decides to make some lame announcement. After a few minutes of this rigmarole, Loeb decides to take us all on a "field trip".
The basic idea being that we will follow him to someplace outside or upstairs that would be quieter and more amenable to discussion. As we leave the cordoned-off discussion area, the first person behind Mr. Loeb is a massive fellow that I will dub "Big Al." Big Al is a large man. Just shy of six feet in height and firmly entrenched in the three hundred pound range, it is much easier to follow a man like him in a crowd of hundreds than a smaller fellow like Jeph Loeb. So, I keep Big Al in sight and stay with the other members of the group.
After five minutes of walking, Big Al leads us all to the end of a corridor, just like the marching band from the end of 'Animal House'. I guess I was not the only one following Big Al. Therefore, thirty of us are left wondering, "Where the hell did Jeph Loeb go?" I can't imagine that there were more than 30 of us in that little cordoned-off area - so, I doubt the talk ever happened. If it did or if anyone knows what happened to Jeph Loeb, please drop me a note because I would love to know what the hell happened. Maybe Rich Johnston can tell me tomorrow morning.
(*For those that don't know, Marc Silvestri is a talented artist & head of Top Cow Studios as well as a freaking giant, even to my 6'3" frame.)
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Labels: Comic Books, Hollywood
