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Inappropriate Batman [Jan. 15th, 2012|10:29 pm]
Here's one of the scenes I wrote (and appeared in) for the sketch comedy show we did last night. The beginning is cut off, but the relevant information is as follows: two executives have come to Gotham City to secure a merger with Bruce Wayne. Aaaaaand go.


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Blowing The Dust Off [Jan. 13th, 2012|09:26 am]
Wow, I kind of recognize this place. I think I used to spend a lot of time here.

It's been awhile, so here's some updates on me and me-related things. I work for an internet company whose name I dare not speak, lest they use their omnipresence to sniff out this LiveJournal and fire me because I once typed the word "penis" into a text field where people could see it. I hate it. Hate hate hate it.

 Not the company, the company is great. Awesome pay, 40 hours a week, full benefits, absurdly generous vacation. All of that is amazing, don't get me wrong... but boy do we earn it, every day. There's a sales element to the job, too- by which I mean, "I will be fired if I don't make you buy things"- and that's where the hate comes in. I'm not a great salesman, but I'm better at it than I would have guessed. But it totally destroys any sense of reasonable job security I may have enjoyed... for as amazing as this job is, I know that I'm one month of bad sales away from losing it forever. And I know what I'm like... right now, I'm very much in a "get myself promoted to a spot where I don't have to sell things" kind of place, because I know that if I stay at the position I'm currently at for too long, I will eventually be fired. And so, I hate my job... I mean, the work itself isn't too horrible and the company is amazing to work for, but for the first time in my life, I wake up each day filled with dread because I never know if today's the day I start to piss it all down the side of my leg.

 I guess that's what it means to be a grownup?

 In better news, remember that stand-up comedy thing I used to do? I still do that, off and on, but what's more exciting is that it also got me a gig as a writer/performer for the sketch comedy troupe I opened up for a few times, Bully Mammoth. They're Google-and-YouTube-able if you're interested. It's not the ticket out of the 9 to 5 grind on a gold-plated lamborghini that I've always dreamed of, but as far as hobbies go it's pretty fun. Plus, it's gotten me to try my hand at sketch writing, which I still don't think I'm very good at, but they keep telling me they like what I'm turning in so I guess that's a good sign. My second show with them is tomorrow night (Tempe Center for the Arts by ASU, if you happen to live in Arizona, and it's $15 at the door. I only quote the ticket price to show you how big a deal we are.), and on the program are two scenes I wrote. Last month we did a Christmas show with two other scenes that I wrote, plus I've turned in about 3 other scenes that we haven't performed yet but will probably wind up on later shows.

 And that's about it. Of course, now that I've gone through all the trouble of resetting the password so I could log back into my LiveJournal account, maybe you'll see me around. Though to be honest, since I now spend my entire work week looking at the internet, I barely do any internet-ing on my own time. Even my Facebook is now used almost exclusively through my phone. But hey, I've got the password, so let's just see what happens.

EDIT: Oh, by the way, what's the deal with all the comments these days? Maybe it's just me, but I keep getting SPAM comments in Russian. At least, I assume they're SPAM. I suppose I could just be inexplicably popular overseas, like kind of a David Hasslehoff sort of deal.
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Congrats To Me For Navigating The Vagina [Jul. 20th, 2011|03:44 am]
I was born today. Okay, it's actually yesterday... and I'm in the timezone that the sun touches last in America. All I'm saying is that I saw the latest "Winnie The Pooh" movie today, and I loved it even more that I could have reasonably convinced myself that I would. If you have any sort of a heart at all, you'll like that movie for awhile, even if not at movie-theater prices.

See it. For my birthday.

Just saying.
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RIP Peter Falk [Jun. 25th, 2011|01:35 am]
Oh, just one more thing... you were amazing.

Thanks for the memories, Lieutenant.
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Oh, By The Way... [Jun. 16th, 2011|12:17 am]
As if there was ever any doubt on this, "Duke Nukem Forever" is a piece of shit.

In fact, it is apparently so horrible that the PR Company that promoted the game wants videogame reviewers to "stop hurting their feewings".

So you know... there's that.
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Celebrities And Me [Jun. 7th, 2011|02:48 am]
I've got nothing but haven't been posting anything recently, so here's a ditch-effort to keep you all from unfriending me: a list of the celebrities I've met, plus commentary. I promise that all of these stories are almost entirely true:

Lin Sue Cooney (Shepard) - When I was but a lad, I was in a made-for-TV enviro-guilt special called "911 Earth" that aired for my local news. Before you click away in your desperation to become an even more indie-rock "Shawn" fanatic (or "Shawnatic"), it's not on YouTube; I've checked. Anyway, I don't blame you for not having any idea who the fuck this lady is. She's a local newscaster who's slightly-asian mug still shows up on my TV well into my slightly-alcoholic late 20's. Since I met this lady when I was 12, seeing her face even to this day is like stepping into a time-machine full of shame, like if the Doctor invited you to travel to ancient Rome with him and then immediately walked in on you masturbating over one of the TARDIS consoles.

Keri Lake - Or is it "Kari Lake"? I dunno'. She's another local news reporter, on our local "NBC" affiliate, like Lin Sue Whatever-the-fuck-her-name-is-that's-right-above-this-one. I actually had a lot more time with her than I did Lin Sue. My part in "911 Earth" involved me playing a fictional adolescent concerned enough about the environment to turn his own mother in to the goddamn Green Police, and Keri Lake played the lady who was dispatched to nightstick my mother into conformity with "Captain Planet and the Planeteers". Seriously, the plot of my vignette was me so upset that my mother wasn't recycling that I ran out into the street and flagged down the first windowless van I could find. Fortunately, instead of containing Pennywise the Dancing Clown and Hitler, it contained a film crew and environmental superhero Keri Lake, ready with a bag full of eco-tips that saved the day. By the way, the last scene I appear in, I totally ruined the shot by fucking around with a prop I wasn't supposed to, and they left it in there. I know nobody will bother remembering this but me, but seriously. It happened.

 Grant Hill - I guess he plays basketball for the local team? I dunno, I didn't even recognize the dude until I swiped his credit card. So I guess in fairness, this guy could have been just some really tall black man that stole the real Grant Hill's credit card. Although the fact that I checked out his purchases on at least four occasions, plus the fact that he kept buying magazines with himself on the cover, makes that possibility somewhat less likely.

Sherman Alexie - I once asked this dude, to his face, if he was dead. It's exactly the sort of hilarious and zany mix-up that I can honestly hope to read about someday in an as-yet unwritten Sherman Alexie memoir. However, the fact that no treaties were violated during our encounter admittedly makes that a lot less likely.

David Spade - I went to the same high-school as this guy. He's local, so seeing him isn't exactly a big deal if you live in Phoenix. I can't even say much... yes, we've spoken, but not in any personal way. He's kind of a dick, but I've only ever dealt with him in a retail situation, and in fairness, basically everyone ever is a dick sometimes when they're dealing with a clerk. Usually when I would see him, he'd have wandered into my store with some absurdly hot (and absurdly plastic) blonde bombshell on his arm, so that must sting for all the people that stuffed his tiny ass into a locker when he was younger. On the other hand, I did see him on more than one occasion come into my store alone, wearing a fedora, and half-heartedly trying to look incognito. These trips would inevitably end with him shambling out the door with a somewhat sad expression on his face, as if he were disappointed that nobody had bothered to recognize him.

Chris Farley's Brother - I saw him once. He was hanging with David Spade. I think he was in that "An American Carol" movie. Does he even belong on this list?

Cormac McCarthy - He wrote "The Road", and "No Country For Old Men". I met him once, and again didn't even recognize him until I ran his credit card. I was so unsure that as soon as I had rung up his purchase, I ran to my store's "Fiction/Literature" section and flipped open the back cover of his books to make sure his picture matched the guy I had just helped. FACT: He did not donate to my store's annual Christmas "Children's Books For Charity" drive. Not saying I judge him for that, I'm just saying it happened.

Kevin Nash - Great on the mic, shit in the ring. Oh, he's a wrestler, if you don't recognize the name. Google him. He lives around here too, so bumping into him is also not that big a deal. The amount of chairshots that occur in his presence in real life is disappointingly low.

Shaq - Kazaam. Steel. The Guy Who Sucks At Free Throws. I don't even watch basketball, and yet this is my biggest celebrity story. I not only saw this man, I personally helped him locate books. I gave him my name, by which he thanked me later. I shook his enormous hand. Seriously, this man is at least 700 feet tall. What books was he looking for? Self help books. The most disappointing and sad section in my store save "Metaphysics". When the books he wants are on the bottom shelf, he lays down in front of the display because it's too much of a bother to bend down, and he takes up the entire goddamn aisle. His hand weighs approximately 2000 lbs.

Richard Kiel - He played "Jaws". The only man in the world whose hand weighs more than Shaq. My encounter with him was brief; he doesn't seem to understand why people think he's famous. In retrospect, this could have just been a really tall guy who sort of looks like Richard Kiel.

Maria Sharapova - You probably know her from the Kodak commercial where her Pomeranian talks. Because let's face it; fucking nobody watches tennis.

Wil Wheaton - I once made this guy cry. Okay, so probably not really... but I did accidentally tell him, basically to his face, that he sucks. I wrote about it somewhere, way back when, but now I can't find the post because I can't remember what year it happened in. I looked; seriously, I just got finished clicking through my LiveJournal archive trying to find it. I even asked Google; nothing. Take my word for it. (UPDATE: I found it.)

Virginia Hey - This one, I have photographic evidence of:



She played the bald blue chick in "Farscape". When I met her, she was sitting alone at a table (not even a booth) at a Star Trek convention. Nobody knew who she was. I didn't even know who she was until after I had walked by at least five times. She was drawing some pretty awesome pictures of the "Farscape" cast, which is what first caught my eye. We talked about her time on the show... she was more than happy to answer all my questions because I was clearly the first person all weekend who had shown even the slightest interest in what she was doing. At the end of our talk, my friend Brooks suggested we get a picture together. I agreed, and then Virginia Hey grabbed me in exactly the fashion depicted above. Seriously, that happened without warning. It wouldn't be so bad, except for the fact that immediately after she wiped the sweat her palms had collected from my shirt off on my sleeve and commented how sweaty I was. Just so you know, it wasn't because I was nervous; this lady played Zan, not Crichton or Aeryn or D'Argo... a lot of my questions were pity interest, since her character was never really all that interesting to me. No, I was sweaty because it happened to be about 99 degrees in Vegas that day. And in fairness, I didn't wake up that morning expecting I would be tackled by aging Sci-Fi channel stars. Now if I'd heard that Mike Nelson and the cast of "MST 3k" were going to be there, I might have bothered to throw on some antiperspirant.
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Waitwait, People Still Read Books? [Jun. 6th, 2011|12:47 am]
Here's an article about how young adult books are bound in human flesh and inked in blood.

My favorite part of this article is this:

Every year the American Library Association delights in releasing a list of the most frequently challenged books. A number of young-adult books made the Top 10 in 2010, including Suzanne Collins's hyper-violent, best-selling "Hunger Games" trilogy and Sherman Alexie's prize-winning novel, "The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian." "It almost makes me happy to hear books still have that kind of power," Mr. Alexie was quoted saying; "There's nothing in my book that even compares to what kids can find on the Internet."

Oh, well, that's all right then. Except that it isn't. It is no comment on Mr. Alexie's work to say that one depravity does not justify another. If young people are encountering ghastly things on the Internet, that's a failure of the adults around them, not an excuse for more envelope-pushing.

That's a fantastic point: if parents are worried about violent or sexual images turning their kids into some kind of neighbor-devouring sex criminal, it's their job to more closely monitor the kinds of shit their children are looking at online. It's so simple, and yet breathtaking in its practicality: parents can raise their own kids without forcing the rest of us to do it for them.

 Now, why Ms. Gurdon can't apply that same beautiful logic to the Young Adult Books industry is an unexplainable mystery.

 I get that being a parent is hard, but I hate how many parents seem willing to bring that up as an excuse for supporting whatever issue their Parent-Teacher Association discussed that week. I don't have kids, so I absolutely understand that I have no real idea what a challenge it is to be a parent. But I've also never climbed Mt Everest... so in exactly the same fashion, I have no real idea how challenging it is to do that either. But even without firsthand experience, I can still intellectually understand that both parenting and climbing Mt. Everest are extremely taxing on dozens of levels: emotionally, mentally, physically. And I can intellectually understand that despite all that, people will always want to do it because it's ultimately rewarding.

 So yes, I can see why people become parents. And to a point I can empathize how hard they work. I know they can't monitor their kids 24/7, that they must worry about raising their kids right, how it can often seem like an uphill battle against a society that's perpetually in the toilet. I know, even if I don't really understand.

But here's the thing, society: I like violence and sex in my fiction. I actively seek it out. I want there to be more books and films released that appeal to that kind of thing. And since I have a job, pay my taxes, and have made it through 26 years without raping or murdering anybody, I don't feel like I need to justify any of that to you. Nor do I feel like I should be made to go through more hurdles to get those things just because you are worn out after a hard day of being a goddamn parent.

 Censorship is wrong, even when it's for the children. I'm not saying parents don't have a right to exert some control over what their kids are exposed to. I'm saying that it's their job to do that, not everybody else's. Fact is, there are lots of parents out there who are aware of the content of those books and don't seem to mind their kids reading them. I know this because I used to work at a bookstore; young adult books flew off the shelves like crazy, and it wasn't just the teenagers buying them. Plenty of adults have walked up to bookstore counters with an armload of Stephanie Meyer, an ashamed look on their face that they're reading things ostensibly written for 13 year old girls.

 (In the case of Stephanie Meyer, they're right to be ashamed of themselves... there are plenty of good books written for those with a 6th-grade reading level, the fact that you haven't read a book in 15 years is no excuse to be slumming it. But I digress.)

 Now to be fair, I can understand the argument about whether or not these books should be available at school. I'm for a free and uncensored internet, but I can see why porn sites are blocked at school. So it's not that much of a stretch that parents have democratically decided certain books also shouldn't be available at the place where they've sent their children to learn. But at public libraries and bookstores? Sorry, parents, but you don't have a leg to stand on there. The anecdote at the beginning of Gurdon's article wants you to empathize with the mother who just wants to buy her daughter something to read and finds herself awash in a sea of depravity, but I don't buy it. Here's the thing, Gurdon: the young adult book industry doesn't owe you a goddamn thing. If parents really don't want their kids reading those books, they'll stop buying them, and then the book industry will try to make its money some other way. That that hasn't happened yet (indeed, hasn't happened in like 50 fucking years) is a pretty strong indicator that most parents don't find the material has horrifically objectionable as you. And even if the reason for that is because none of them have bothered to look at what's inside these books, that's still just an argument for more parental involvement; once parents are aware of the problem, they'll stop buying the books, and the whole situation will fix itself. You don't need to start bandying about words like "ban" and "censorship".

 There are parents out there who don't want their kids reading the violent and sexual images in Young Adult books, and there are parents out there who don't seem to mind their kids reading the violent and sexual images in Young Adult books. And Ms. Gurdon seems to want one group to suck it up to make the other group's lives easier. That's something I absolutely agree with... except that our ideas about which side needs to suck it up are completely opposite.

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LA Noire [May. 21st, 2011|12:54 am]

In short, good game. Maybe even great, though I can't really be sure until I've finished it. Hard, though; the game makes a big deal about reading the expressions of the people you interview to tell when they're lying. The instruction manual gives some tips, and recommends you "trust your gut", reminding you that you have years of experience at reading people's expressions to tell when they're lying while also forgetting to mention that they've done studies and shown pretty conclusively that human beings are terrible at spotting a lie based on facial expressions. But that's not the tricky part- these are actors, they've been told to "act like you're lying" when their characters lie, so it's pretty easy to spot. No, the hard part is knowing what piece of evidence you should present to them to contradict the lie they're telling... in some cases, it's obvious, but often times it feels mostly like a guessing game.

 Also, important note: this is not a game about solving mysteries. This is a game about solving crimes. It might seem like the same thing, but LA Noire drives the distinction between them home. It's less about attention to detail and lateral thinking to put together clues, and more about following a breadcrumb trail of clues to an eventual arrest. And boy howdy if there aren't times where the game asks you to put away a suspect that you, in real life, are not convinced is actually guilty... though in fairness to the game's developing storyline, I feel like this is mostly on purpose.

 There are also some technical issues... gunfights are occasionally trickier than they need to be due to an occasionally frustrating camera and cover system, but for the most part these sequences are optional and even when they're not, the game gives you the (sissy) option of skipping past them altogether. And imagine a game with "Grand Theft Auto 4"'s driving mechanics that *penalizes* you for running over idiot pedestrians...

 Still, the focus is on the investigations, interrogations, and the story. And the game gets these mostly right. Main character Cole Phelps is certainly no Sherlock Holmes, but as a procedural crime drama the game comes through in spades. From searching the crime scene for clues (and the special thrill you get from finding the ones that aren't clearly labeled) to getting the coroner's report at the morgue to grilling a suspect in the interrogation room while your angry lieutenant scowls at you from behind the two-way mirror... all the elements are there. The atmosphere may not be quite as rich as "Red Dead Redemption", but that honestly could just be a preference for Westerns rather than detective stories, and for the most part the immersion is almost perfect. Sure, it still has the issue of every pedestrian in Los Angeles having one of six possible things to say as you pass by them on the street, but overall the script is top notch.

 In summary, this is a game people will be talking about for a long time, and it's probably a shoe-in for "Game of the Year" awards from all over the industry, so you should probably play it. It's not perfect, but it's good enough that you'll hardly notice.

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Hmmmm... [May. 10th, 2011|01:49 am]
If it makes you feel any better, LiveJournal, I never post on Facebook anymore either.
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This Is A Post! [Apr. 25th, 2011|03:23 am]
I'm sorry, LiveJournal. I'm just not all that interesting these days.

Oh, here I am, wishing I had things to discuss. And I guess I could scan the news and make a kind of half-hearted effort to keep you from unfriending me in droves. For example,  I could talk about how totally lame it is that Prince Fancypants can't even kiss Princess Girl-I-Expect-To-Eat-Someday* at the end of that TV show they're broadcasting next whatever day of the week it is. Or I could talk about how Sarah Jane Smith died last Tuesday and nobody in the goddamn world seemed to notice except for Stephen Moffat. Or, if all of a sudden my testicles swelled to 200% of their current size, I could even go outside of news from a country I've never even been to and start beefing on the Republicans eating babies on C-SPAN while the Democrats let snowmen vote or whatever the fuck else is happening in the world.

But I won't do any of that. Because I've pretty much said everything I have to say about everything already, even if it was in the form of a sarcastic dismissal.

And here's the thing: I don't even feel that guilty. The way I see it, this is at least 50% your fault, world, for not pissing me off enough lately to inspire me to write anything substantial.

So, in the place of anything worthwhile, I will instead offer you a funny phrase I've been working on for the last two and a half weeks:

"Sexy Teacup Versus Nervous Pyramid."



...I dunno', I just sort of feel like that should be the name of an album.







*- It's not as creepy as it sounds. It's just that I'm 180% certain that all the world's governments are going to collapse soon, and we as a species will be forced to turn on one another for food. And when that happens, I just have this weird feeling that I'm going to have to track down Kate Middleton and eat her. ...what? That's not so weird, right?
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