protected speech pursuant to the "inalienable rights" of all men, and the First
(or even the Second)
Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America. Don't tread on me, pretty-please.
Day three of "Mr. Dark" production. We're
nearing that point in moviemaking when things like logic and
adherence to ethics begins to break down. "More flaming
monkeys! Where are my monkeys? Who here can not see that we need
more flaming monkeys!?
I realize now that it's possible to hallucinate on
coffee, red wine and straight shots of DayQuil.
The evening sky last night just before we began
One of the very cool high points of last night's
filming was when Jesse surprised actor Wes
Deitrick and asked him to autograph a VHS copy of Guyver:
Dark Hero (1994), the well-received,
alien/human hybrid flick in which Deitrick played the role of
Tonight we begin the major filming phase of Jesse's
serial series "Mr. Dark." It's the biggest thing we've
ever attempted, complete with professional actors, makeup people, set designers, young
cute girls hanging around for no apparent reason, etc. I'll be quite
out of my mind for the next three or four days.
how to play six fun, strange, and potentially deadly historical
Now that Bush's "Axis of Evil" has become
of Death," I'm assuming the next phase of the president's
W-morph will be him riding mountain bikes and painting really stupid
"Politicians and diapers must be changed often,
and for the same reason."
Obama launched yet another illegal war and is
bombing the snot out of Syria, killing an untold number of
innocents. But it took him saluting someone with a coffee cup in his
hand to get people to not talk football.
Out of the blue, an old guy in a crumpled hat - a total stranger - walked up to me in the coffee shop this afternoon and asked if I'd like to hear a joke:
"Okay," he said. "Paul Ryan, the Koch brothers, and Rand Paul walked into a bar and ordered a drink. But the alcohol was unregulated - AND THEY DIED!"
"Oh," I said. "That's kinda funny."
"God damn it," he said, and walked off.
To determine how many people smoke week in Spokane,
our sewage could be tested for marijuana levels. That's
some good shit.
A typical moment in a Jesse James Hennessy film
shoot. We were replicating crime scene photos. Yes, those are
pentagrams made of flour on the dirt floor of a cellar. Yes, my
camera just happened to have 666 photos on it. No, I don't really
Spokane - now resorting to jackhammers to escape its
subjugation to 1950's modernist architecture.
There were hundreds of people lined up very early
yesterday morning waiting to get into the Apple store to buy the new
I wondered what would happen if I picked up
a big brick and tossed it through the window:
1) the people would join me and tear the
place down with their bare hands.
2) the people would chase me down and tear
me apart with their bare hands.
3) the people would all check the time on
their iPhone 5 and bemoan the holdup.
If "Noun" was the name of a band, I think
the band would be a classic rock type cover band. If
"Verb" was the name of a band, they'd be punk rock or some
version of metal. "Adjective" would be some heady,
like David Byrnes or early Floyd. "Adverb" would be your
Britneys, your Ke$has, your Mileys, your Nicki Minaj, Justin Bieber,
Kanye West - that sort of thing.
Imagine that there is something here that is
visually pleasing and extremely thought provoking and makes you say,
woah, dude dat do this site be poopin' in tall cotton.
For the first time since cannabis has been
legal, I resorted to buying a small quantity from my friendly,
local, illegal dealer. The lowest pits of lava-spitting,
demons-sucking-the-eyeballs-from-my-skull hell region is too good
for this lowly, civic sinner. On the other hand, I saved about 40
Out of respect for the hundreds of thousands of
people who died resulting from the events of September 11,
2001, I went all day yesterday without ranting about what a
nation of brainwashed, follow-the-leader, ignorant, Big
Lie-believing bunch of sheep people we've become. Never
What is with the super sleek, seemingly sprayed on,
futuristic bike attire now commonly seen on the city's trail
complex? I was in a convenience store yesterday when two identically
dressed guys in rubber-like, black with orange lightning
bolt-patterned wetsuit-looking body wraps with impenetrable
sunglasses and streamlined helmets designed to be shot from
codpiece-like penile projections were so pronounced you could use
them as stepladders to grab something from the top shelf. I felt
appropriately uncomfortable with them behind me in line waiting to
pay so I let them go ahead of me. They stepped up to the counter
like Schwarzenegger's Terminator twins and silently paid for their
goods, leaving me to confront their four chiseled, shrink-wrapped
buns like granite toss cushions. And just before they left - I swear
by everything holy - one of them turned to the proprietor and said
with squeaky, un-Arnold voice and a creepy grin, "We'll be back."
lit-fic and horror converge: Nightmare-fueled narratives and
"literary merit" are not so unfamiliar as one might
believe. In fact, they make quite excellent bedfellows.
Hmmm, where can I pick up a camera that I can slip
under a door to spy on private citizens, or a flashlight that blinds
people? - at Urban Shield,
of course, the convention for warrior cops.
Be sure to check out the t-shirts they are selling.
The Spokane City Council will decide Monday whether
to buy the last piece of property necessary to extend
the Ben Burr Trail to the University District. This would allow
a cyclist to ride from downtown Spokane all the way to Cheney or
Coeur d'Alene without really sharing the road with a car.
People who stir the shit pot should have to lick the
!sdrawkcab si erutuf eht ni gnihtyrevE
On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate those
polls where they ask you to rate something on a scale of one to ten?
Imagine graffiti here.
I haven't posted in a few days having been in awe of
the collective insanity overtaking the world, the country, and the
people around me. Excuse me while I bask in this moment: For once in
my life, I am not the craziest person in the room.
The US is having so many cultural disasters and
meltdowns you would think it was built on thousands of ancient
Indian burial grounds.
James Hennessy - having recently returned from the semi-triumphant
showing of his entry to the NYC 24-Hour Film Race, A
Drink in the Dark, and already sizing up his next project - just
asked me if I could think of a way to rig blinking red lights in the
eyes of my frozen, skinned goat head, knowing full well the sockets
hold large, milky, blue-white orbs.
I watched a surprisingly good documentary: Cane
Toads: The Conquest. Very quirky, and with an odd sense of humor
- it details the spread of the
Cane Toad throughout Australia in a botched effort to introduce them
as counter pests.
This is the reason "moist"
is the most hated word in American English.
Internal bleeding, , pinching, cramping,
hallucinating, ambulance siren singing, ER room nurse and doc sex
joking, drugs (not the fun kind), liquid diet, more drugs, 100
thousand dollar bill for two nights in a bed ... bad.
It's back online! - A Drink in the Dark -
our entry into the 24-Hour Film Race, having played last Saturday
night in New York City. Jesse and Jason are back on Spokane
soil and are already planning some kind of supernatural detective
series. I'm trying not to get involved so to concentrate on some
personal projects, but these things always seem to suck me in.
I just read one of Spokane local Jess
Walter's early novels "Land of the Blind" (2003), and
really enjoyed it. The structure of the novel is quite original and
the insights into Spokane culture and curious mindset are deliciously
exposed. I also read Walter's recent collection of short stories
"We Live on Water." How could you not read a story called
"Don't Eat Cat."
I just watched Noah
(2014), Darren Aronofsky's bumbling retelling of the biblical story,
including six-armed "angels" (are they good? are they
bad?) who look like bulimic versions of The Incredible Hulk. The
film - while getting generally good reviews (!) - wildly deviates
from the legend and ends up being a frustrating subversion of an intriguing
worldwide archetype: It's like telling the New Testament story where Jesus is
a serial killer. You can't expect to be taken seriously.
Almost all of us have, as adults, gone back to the
stuff we watched as a kid and realized it contained some
"dirty" stuff that went over our heads. Innuendo in kid's
comedies is pretty common. But
how much innuendo do kids understand?
No prizes awarded to the Spokane kids in New York
last night. Last time I heard from Jesse, he and Jason were schmoozing
with filmmakers and young actresses at the event's free bar. More
news coming soon.
Just a stone's throw from Ground Zero, at the Galapagos
Art Space in Dumbo, Brooklyn, at 6 pm, you can see a film that I
co-wrote and in which I co-star - A Drink in the Dark - one of the 24
finalists in the NYC
24-Hour Film Race. Director Jesse
James Hennessy is in The Big Apple and at the gala event at this
very moment along with co-writer, co-star Jason Young. Make us
think it would be funny if someone named Carrie did the Ice Bucket
Challenge and mean teenagers switched the ice water with pig's
Antarctica is actually an ice wall that surrounds
Earth and holds in the oceans, like a scooped bagel: The
Flat Earth Society.
I recently watched
Trier's powerful and
disturbing film "Nymphomaniac"
(Part 1 and Part 2). During the same
time period, I read Cormac
McCarthy's equally - or more - powerful
and disturbing novel "Child of
God." Some of you will understand why I have to be careful or I'll
ask someone if they've seen Lars Von Trier's powerful and disturbing
Footage out of
Ferguson shows a police officer pointing his gun
directly at protesters and press while shouting, "I'm going to
fucking kill you!" When the cop is asked for his name he
responds, "Go fuck yourself."
I am quite amazed at how many people celebrated H.
P. Lovecraft's birthday yesterday.
From May 30 -31, thousands of filmmakers around the
world were challenged to create an original short film in just 24
hours based on a theme (an ultimatum), an action (biting into
something), and a prop assignment (a broom).
The field was narrowed
down to 24 films - of which our film "A Drink in the Dark"
The films will screen THIS SATURDAY at the Galapagos
Art Space in Dumbo, Brooklyn at 6 pm.
Director Jesse James Hennessy
and actor Jason Young will be there! Tickets are still
I'll post any photos or news that Jesse sends me so
check back here Saturday night.
They're calling the dust storm we had yesterday a haboob.
I'm sorry but no matter how ominous or awesome it may be, it's
difficult to take seriously any weather phenomenon that has the word
"boob" in it. Haboob sounds like the name of a
stereotypical Arab marauder in a Bugs Bunny cartoon.
Jesse's latest. It's a hoot! Compare it to my script
on which it's based.
Scientist say the sudden appearance of the giant
Siberian crater may
be the result of methane gas, released by the thawing of frozen
ground; which makes more sense than my theory of an exit portal for
an invading hoard of winged, flesh-eating mole people.
Sorry, it's impossible to keep this updated properly
in this hot weather. My computer will only run for 15 minutes or so
before it rebels and shuts down.
Jesse's fundraiser to send his movie-making ass to
New York City to attend the judging of the 13th Annual 24 Hour
Film Race apparently went well. Our film "A Drink in the
Dark" was chosen as one of the 24 elite finalists. You can
still view and vote for the film here.
Thanks to the few of you who heeded my call to
repent a few days ago. I don't think it's enough to keep God from
destroying us for our multitudinous national sins of militarism,
avarice and gluttony, but it's a reach in the right direction.
"We tortured some folks."
~ President Barack Obama
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