Category Archives: categories can suck my dick

A woman from Michigan and another from the East coast were seated side-by-side on an airplane. The woman from Michigan, being friendly and all, said: “So, where are you from?” The East coast woman pursed her lips, turned to her … Continue reading →

Well, Mr. Sizemore arrived and he is everything — in EVERY FUCKING WAY — that we expected. He is loud, brash, bawdy, funny, and brilliant. Jesus christ, he is brilliant. When the camera starts rolling, he quite literally takes your … Continue reading →

Although I am far away from him right now — and even though we don’t really “do” the romantic holidays, as it’s much more fun to celebrate EVERY GOTTDAMNED DAY we get to spend together — I just wanted to … Continue reading →

Even as I type this, we are shooting the film Furnace at the spooky old Nashville State Penitentiary, in the freezing cold dead of winter. First things first: Nashville is motherfucking COLD — colder than a whore’s heart. I had … Continue reading →

“Culture replaces authentic feeling with words. As an example of this, imagine an infant lying in its cradle, and the window is open, and into the room comes something, marvelous, mysterious, glittering, shedding light of many colors, movement, sound, a … Continue reading →

One question: Bitch or Bust? Thank you. And now, back to our regular schedule of packing and panicking.

Inspired by the ever sexy and at the previous behest of the lovely and currently skull-pained . Hope it somehow helps your headache to know the details of that which currently dwells within my refrigerator and pantry. It should also … Continue reading →

It is done.

“Because, truly, if you’re thin and have the right haircut in Los Angeles…miracles can happen.” — CJ Arabia, writer