Category Archives: categories can suck my dick

“I was out to dinner with three strong, capable, intelligent young women the other night and all they could talk about was men. I was like, ‘If you don’t change the topic in the next five minutes, I’m leaving.’ My … Continue reading →

“All the problems we face in the United States today can be traced to an unenlightened immigration policy on the part of the American Indian.” — Pat Paulsen

This quote dovetails quite nicely with my own strongly-held belief that WE ARE ALL GODS: “God did not create man in his image; Man created gods in his.” — The Thinking Atheist

I’ve noticed that Comic-Con has a strange effect on people — in that sort of like Garrison Keillor and a “Prairie Home Companion”, everyone says they really love listening to it because they THINK they should really love listening to … Continue reading →

As I’ve written elsewhere…despite just the worst kind of bastards always going on and on about how fabulous it is, COMIC-CON MAKES ME WANT TO BEAT ASS. I swear to christ, in the three times I’ve gone, I was there … Continue reading →

Yeah, motherfuckers are gonna lose their shit when I say it, but since when has that EVER stopped me? So, say it I must: I’ve been three times in the past few years…and I beg of you to trust me … Continue reading →

I LIKE IT BIGGER.

Last night, Gregory and I spent an amazing evening at the STUNNING Hollywood Hill-top music studio/cat temple/sanctuary/home of our friends, Ronnie Pontiac and Tamra Spivey, whose band, Lucid Nation , will open both your eyes and your heart to the … Continue reading →

Thirteen glorious, BELLY LAUGHING hours on set yesterday filming the opening scene of our latest Charles Band EPIC, “Gingerdead Man: Saturday Night Cleaver” (think Brian De Palma meets Mel Brooks meets John Waters)…and those who have read the script are … Continue reading →

“No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. … Continue reading →