Wednesday, September 19, 2007

My Dirty Mouth

Hey guys!

I shot this a while ago for Hungry Man Productions and I still haven't watched it (since it's NSFW and my internet at home SUCKS) but I've been told it's really funny! The amazingly talented Alex Kuciw directed it and I think wrote it and wow is that guy talented! (I really mean that but he told me I had to talk him up and boost his ego on my blog. Oooooh... yaburnt, Alex!)

I had to wear this cool camera head-piece thing and it made me think of scenes from Requiem for a Dream. Bukaki Party! Omg I am so totally kidding.

So anyway, here's how you can watch it:

Go to the and either A) click on the static TV, B) click on the TV dials, or C) click on the words ‘hmTV’ at the top. Any of these options brings up the channel guide that shows what shows are available.

Then click on the arrow on the right side of the guide to scroll over to 'Channel 04 - Mouthpieces’ and watch the episode called "Password."

Hope you enjoy it!



Saturday, September 08, 2007

Private Dancer

I was standing outside the Fitzpatrick with Ms. Faverty the other night (was having congratulatory drinks with co-workers...more on that in a bit) when we were approached by a man. He's short, Hispanic, kind of has that Miami spiked hair look and he says to us, "can I ask you ladies a question?" Does he want a smoke? Does he want directions? No. No he does not.

"I am supposed to dance for some girls tonight and I was just wondering if you thought these were sexy."

At that point he pulls up the side of his shirt and reveals a black thong. I kind of giggle a little bit, Carrie too, and we both say, "yeah. that's fine." So he then goes off on this whole thing about how he just moved here from Miami (I was right!) and how he is trying to make money and that if we knew of anyone who needed a DANCER (seriously... a dancer?) that we should tell him and THEN. THEN. Then he turns around and lifts up the back of his shirt to reveal even more of his thong to us and says, "so you think this is ok?" and I just lose it and start laughing and actually shock him with how hard I'm laughing and I say, "yes. yes. THAT WILL DO." And he kind of looks at us with this weird look and then says, "well ok. so... I mean do you girls want my number case?"

Just in case? Just in case we need a male dancer?

I mean of all the jobs you could do in NY the one that seems the least in demand is male dancer. Right after million-dollar high five machine and herpes distributor.

So... I mean this guy was clearly prepositioning us for sex, right?

I thought so too!!

Anyway, it was one of the weirdest things that's happened to me in a while so it sparked my old, dusty brain to want to blog again.

Ehn, I changed my mind on elaborating for now. In due time my pretties.

Now I must sleep! I spent all day rearranging my room! IT'S AWESOME!