Just recently I found out another Hollywood celeb (Jenny McCarthy) was an advocate of anti-vaccination and thinks some vaccines cause Autism.
Here's what I find horrible about these people...
That's the legal shit - now let's talk 'roids, illegal uppers, downers and Vitamin B 12 injections and you have a whole slew of bull-shit Hollywood turns the other way about. So certain people choose to find that VACCINES (that I admit in the rare case may be harmful - but I stress it is rare) that have saved millions upon millions of lives - THAT's where the medical community needs to scrutinize our priorities and intent? Again I stress it is shit like this that makes the rest of the world hate and despise Americans.
Way back I had mentioned I'd be in a pilot for a show -
Some of you may know I think Roger Clark on NY 1 is awesome. For those unfamiliar poor Roger is the shmuck that gets to do the non-news like "hey, I'm at the Aquarium at the new Jelly Fish exhibit today..." or "...today we're spending the day at the roller derby...". The reason I like this guy is that he does it all with a great sense of humor and very goofy likeable attitude. Well for a second I was worried about him. He lost weight so quick that it seemed like he was shrinking into his clothes - well today he looks great and he's got a suit on that fits! You go Rog!
This is old Rog - many chins!
Thank you to my friend Vlad - El Vampiro de Cerveza from Black Death for sending me this! It's funny as fuck!
Today the Rev. got to do a voice over for a cartoon! We won't be telling ya'll much more about it, as I'm not sure the creator is in a place to disclose details pertaining to the final product, but I can safely say I was a the voice of an anthropomorphic chameleon, scumbag, rat-fink, undercover narc. Stay tuned for more info!
A(holy shit I just ate a bug)men
Today the Rev. played an imaginary gay boyfriend in a sitcom pilot, frolicking on the beach in Coney during a dream sequence. The producer of the show is a very cool Scottish cat and the crew were fun as well.
Aside from a few moments of direction that sounded like this,
"Mooorrr ghay - s'noot ghay nuff...", and the fact that it was colder than a witch's tit today - I was naked, save for turquoise hot pants, a leather daddy mustache and a marine cap - I had a ball.
Video to come.
A(moooooooorrrr ghay - ya coont!!!!!)men.
OK, so have you ever noticed that there never any amazingly OLD,UGLY or DEFORMED people that make it onto the next rounds of American Idol - I mean you get some over weight people but never just fucking deformed motherfuckers. Don't get me wrong there are some ugly people on - of course the ones they show you can't sing. I have a feeling there are some really ugly people who try out, with voices so pretty they can make angels cry but they never make it on camera! I suggest we find a total freak, I mean someone with a face so heinous that the moment they were born the Dr. slapped their mother. Some toothless, hunchback bald person with boils or warts that dresses in rags. If they were a bit slow or mentally disturbed that would help as well. The thing is this person MUST have an AMAZING voice. Someone who sings like the bastard child of Patti Labelle and Marvin Gaye. We get this person to audition and secretly video tape it and see what happens.
Whatayaallthink? Any takers?
Does anyone remember when New York Magazine was actually kind of cool - when there where real trends spotted and political articles that didn't pander (as much) to a yuppie Upper East (and now West) Side Yuppie android reader. When every other issue wasn't about the hot new cafe or the "up and coming" new neighborhood? It seems New York Magazine now doesn't know what it wants to be. Is it the The New York Times magazine or Time Out?
Well I still read this rag and occasionally I catch something slightly amusing tid bits but this week they put out a piece by some twinky named Gogo Lidz about her adventures in prescribed and illegal drug use - oooooooooooo - cutting edge!
There are no accounts of blowing dealers for a hit or boosting car radios to afford a fix so WHO THE FUCK CARES!? She gets shipped around to college campuses and retreats in beautiful mountain locales and finally gets back to college and continues to take 'scripts and her poor fucking parents pay for it all - la di fucking DA!
I love this nugget though, "...I stayed on the Adderall, but I stopped taking recreational drugs: Downers only brought me down."
What a douche!
Where's the OD in the nasty 42nd St. hotel? Where's the anal sex with nasty old men for crack? Where's the driving the stolen car into the river?I
Finally EVERY rag in NYC with the initials N, Y and C in it's title forgets this one thing - MANHATTAN IS THE SMALLEST FUCKING BOROUGH IN NYC!
Brooklyn is getting SLIGHT coverage but the other three boroughs get no magazine play at all. You know why? Because as usual these magazine pander to rich transplants! New Yorkers need to take back New York media! Demand coverage - there is news all over worthy of glossy coverage - the sad part is most of the assholes that work and write for these books AREN'T FROM NY EITHER!