Friday, May 28, 2010
Ahoy!
It's Fleet Week in New York. This means there are lots of sailors in uniforms walking the streets, riding the train, and generally being un-nautical. I feel like the sailor suit is the gay equivalent of girls dressing up in slutty schoolgirl uniforms - unintentionally (?) lewd. I feel like I'm in that Cher video when I'm around them. I do however, want a picture of myself being hoisted up by six of them down near the docks.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Dear Monty...
What follows is a list of jobs I or my friends have held (or currently hold) in Montreal:
- Working in a clothing store for a women who sold stolen merchandise and drank beer on the job (that I had to buy for her)
- Editing a culture magazine owned by Hell's Angels
- PA to a 'producer' who named his 'company' after a famous beer and shot movies while wearing rollerblades. They worked out of dude's house (duh) and eventually ran out of money
- Admin assistant to obstinate and somewhat frightening Europeans who smoked wherever they wanted (despite being asked never to smoke inside) and may not have actually been able to write
- Telephone relay for deaf people. Actually a good service, but had to relay messages like 'U R a fag' on the night shift
- Subtitling movies and TV shows (kind of a sweet gig)
- Writing about the trotter races (we got to go to the Hippodrome and bet!)
- Vice intern (multiple friends have done this one. One friend got so drunk on the job he couldn't stand. Nobody noticed.)
- Server in a Hasidic restaurant where some customers wouldn't look at you and would mutter their orders unintelligibly. Sometimes a 13-year-old girl customer would scream at you
But still, we love you Montreal!
- Working in a clothing store for a women who sold stolen merchandise and drank beer on the job (that I had to buy for her)
- Editing a culture magazine owned by Hell's Angels
- PA to a 'producer' who named his 'company' after a famous beer and shot movies while wearing rollerblades. They worked out of dude's house (duh) and eventually ran out of money
- Admin assistant to obstinate and somewhat frightening Europeans who smoked wherever they wanted (despite being asked never to smoke inside) and may not have actually been able to write
- Telephone relay for deaf people. Actually a good service, but had to relay messages like 'U R a fag' on the night shift
- Subtitling movies and TV shows (kind of a sweet gig)
- Writing about the trotter races (we got to go to the Hippodrome and bet!)
- Vice intern (multiple friends have done this one. One friend got so drunk on the job he couldn't stand. Nobody noticed.)
- Server in a Hasidic restaurant where some customers wouldn't look at you and would mutter their orders unintelligibly. Sometimes a 13-year-old girl customer would scream at you
But still, we love you Montreal!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Big ups to Crispin Hellion Glover
Crispin Glover talks with Tom Green about the way corporate media structures its output and his desire to present something outside this paradigm to open up dialogue.
The awesome 'Clowny Clown Clown.'
His first appearance on Letterman in 1987 in costume/character.
Dancing it out.
And finally, as defiant high school hunk.
The awesome 'Clowny Clown Clown.'
His first appearance on Letterman in 1987 in costume/character.
Dancing it out.
And finally, as defiant high school hunk.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
On tha REG!
Today while searching for this, a Google ad informed that "Local ladies want to give it up. Get in on the action!" What does this mean? Local ladies want to give up smoking? Good for them! And I should get in on [this] action? Like, I should support a local woman in her quest to give up smoking? I guess I could give away free nicotine patches outside of the subway? I dunno, it was just a weird suggestion from an ad I thought. What should I do, Internet? How can I best get in on the action?
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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