THE COMMUNE - Scene #2 Chauntal Lewis & David Lago

Starring internet sensation Chauntal Lewis and Emmy winner David Lago:

The universe giveth and...

Five big blows on Friday and Saturday, across the board, every area of my life. Should be KO'ed. Somehow I'm still Chumbawumbaing. No one ever said overhauling your life would be easy...but it's necessary to create a joyful, empowered one.

Had an absoltely lovely date provided for me yesterday. Great guy. I feel so appreciative!

Still haven't seen "The Dark Knight". No idea how that is possible...

Ebert & Roeper

Aha. And now the press release about Roeper leaving makes sense. God bless them. Hope they come up with some internet show they own the rights to and continue on, minus corporate America.

John Connor

I don't know...nothing has sounded right. How is this not going to be T3 all over again? But...yeah...Christian Bale looks okay here. I hope he has a big ass scar, or is given one.

They're messing again with one of our favorite fables...Do I want to see what the corporation has cooked up? Or do I just want to go bask in T1/T2 again, made with the unabashed tenderness and ferocity of a feminist auteur who cared about sacred storytelling?

"It's a form of prayer: The greatest films are meditations on why we are here."

Take him out back

You know what a fan I am of Alison Armstrong.

In one of the classes, I believe the co-ed UNDERSTANDING WOMEN, she talked in her ceaselessly respectful way about men and how the feminist moms did a disservice to them, coddling them from reproach from their fathers. That it was so painful for the mothers to watch their sons be made wrong and told no, that they begged their husbands/brothers/uncles not to do it.

And that too many men were raised then without the necessity of an adult male pulling them aside and firmly telling them "No! That is not how a man behaves. That is not honor, integrity, responsibility." That this is a CRUCIAL part of a man's upbringing and a great disservice to his soul if he can not be taught this by other men; kept in line by other men; taught right from wrong. That women must allow it to happen, but that husbands could learn to work with this pain women suffer by taking the boy out back and disciplining him away from the mother's unconditional love.

(I witnessed male on male disciplining all the time in the dojang and had great respect for it...it is something I've discussed as being necessary and missing from women's self-defense training and it frightens the beejesus out of me that women are falsely empowered without responsibility, and frankly, an unfair fight they lose. Because life is nothing if not an unfair fight, and this false idea that we're all special and are going to win and deserve/are entitled to nothing but the best is what's bringing on Armageddeon.)

I'm so bone tired, I don't know if I'm going to be able to connect the dots...

I was raised by my mother to do the right thing and take responsibility for myself and to empower those around me when I had the strength to. Sometimes even when I didn't. And I was taught this is done because it's the right thing to do. And it was reinforced in me by the men I was blessed to grow up with in high school, in the dojang, in my comic books and stories. I was raised to be a warrior and I have fought side by side with men my whole life.

I guess I'm pondering...when I see this person whom I've given unconditional love to for the past ten months, who countless other women support and soothe and coddle and put first before their own happpiness and welfare...when I see him behave over and over again in a way that is suicidally destructive to himself, harmful to women, self-indulgent, intolerably cruel, and completely unbefitting of a man and deserving of no respect or validation...

Where are the men in his life? Why hasn't anyone stepped in to punch him out cold? Tell him to knock this shit off? To grow up and stop acting like a spoiled child. That there is no honor or decency in making someone else's tragedy all about him, that not standing by that person during their tragedy was unacceptable, and that to use it as an excuse for the rest of his life to indulgently mess around doing whatever he wants and using people for his whims is worse than the tragedy itself. That contrary to what he professes, his vices have made HIM the only person he can't trust. That he is a disgrace.

I don't understand. I don't think I'll ever understand.

Doesn't this person have friends to kick him in the head? Is it really going to be up to me to doorah him to the mat? Because I will. For the protection of society. To save his soul. And the best way is to remove myself from his life.

Ol' Dot, my constant friend

The sun's gone dim, and
The moon's turned black;
For I loved him, and
He didn't love back.

- Dorothy Parker



My apologies to the men the past five years who have felt this way towards me. I assure you, karma is a bitch. Feel a little better? You were ALWAYS better than me. Always. You're so lucky you weren't with me. Feel even better? Sure you do, kiddo!

And look, sooooo many of you are married and happy now! It's crazy; I'm like Good Luck Chuck, only none of you got to sleep with me. Or kiss me. And most of you hate my fucking guts...

Surely there must be SOME sort of plan at work...some order to the universe about who we end up and who stomps on our hearts in steel-tipped Doc Martens. Right?


Look, all I know is...don't EVER respond to a Gmail chat at 2 am. Especially not when you're supposed to be sleeping before meeting CAA and William Morris agents all day. Words of wisdom to you. Free. I earned 'em the hard way.

PISTOLERAS reader feedback

Thought this was very cool. Comes from the BLUECAT contest PISTOLERAS is a quarterfinalist in:

Title of Screenplay Pistoleras
Archive # 2306
What did you like about this script?

This is a great script from top to bottom and was a wonderful read. It’s a fun concept, having a traditional spaghetti western structure mixed with a girl power twist. Although it lavishes in borrowing from classic films like The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, Terminator, Ghostbusters and Deadwood, it never feels like a pastiche of classics – instead, it acknowledges the influence and turns it into something pretty original. Everything that the script sets out to accomplish, it does; the comedy elements work, the action scenes are kick ass, the horror scenes are tense.

One of the best things about Pistoleras is that the characters are written with such respect. There’s a lot of heart and it’s fun to watch the characters grow over the course of the story. Casey is the big one, going from naïve copycat to tortured rape victim to badass hero – and the progression is logical. It’s easy to empathize with her every step of the way, from moments when she’s learning to use a tampon to when she’s forced into a dog cage in the Church dungeon. We’re with her every step of the way, so when she’s able to enact her revenge at C.C.’s ranch, it’s a very satisfying moment for the audience. Casey’s certainly the centerpiece, but others are given a considerable amount of development, too, like Allison going from the uptight good girl to someone who’s willing to risk everything to get her friend back – or Loco, as he matures into the action star he always dreamed of being.

The story is expertly paced and the description jumps off the page. It’s easy to read since you’re invested in what’s going on the entire time and it’s always easy to picture what’s going on in your mind’s eye.

Moreover, I think Pistoleras has mass appeal. It’s tense and full of action, it’s themes of female empowerment and exploitation are well played, the dialogue is smart and snappy, and it’s all wrapped up in a commercial package with four wise-cracking and sexy female protagonists. I’d pay to see it.

What do you think needs work?

There isn’t much that needs to be improved upon. This is a work that seems pretty fully realized and accomplishes what it sets out to.

If I’m going to be nitpicky, though, I do think the script might be about 10 pages too long. At 120 pages, Pistoleras isn’t taxing anybody’s patience, but I could see it being whittled down to 110 without losing any of what makes it great and being a little more accessible. I wouldn’t change the structure or do any mass hacking to the script, just going through with a critical eye and eliminating elements that do not serve the story. I would focus, too, primarily on the first 50 pages up until Allison, Jamie and Sophie meet up with Loco – maybe find a way to trim down the scenes where Allison and Jamie are wandering around arguing and looking for Casey, or trim those scenes with the girls flirting with the Christian dudes. These scenes are all essential, no doubt, and I wouldn’t lose them – but maybe just tighten them up.

Be aware, too, of typos and inconsistencies that hinder the script from looking perfect. I think that since this is so close to being a real winner, you want to make sure to not have anything get in the way – like, on page 27, The Driver speaks “to Casey” but, of course, he hasn’t captured Casey yet and he’s actually speaking to the Teenage Girl. It’s a typo, to be sure, but it’s probably in your best interest to have as few typos as humanly possible to ensure the best reading experience.

All in all, there really aren’t any significant negatives and a whole heap of overwhelming positives about Pistoleras. It’s fantastic. Good work.

I just peed a little...

Dr. Horrible part 3 up two hours early...is Joss an east coaster again? I assumed he was out here for Dollhouse.

Only two minutes into it and I had to post: "This is nice. I might have sex with the same girl twice. They say you get to do the weird stuff." CHORUS GIRLS: "We do the weird stuff!"

Oh lordy. Such a good year to be a geek goddess.

BTW, you guys following Diablo Cody on Twitter? She's having fun with her Diablo Cody run at the New Beverly. Entertaining stuff.

Dissemination of the Artistic Process

Hurry up peeps. Dr. Horrible is only online, free, until this Sunday. If you've already watched chapters 1 and 2 and can hardly stand waiting until Saturday for the exciting denoument...tide yourself over with the free tie-in comic book.

And the hammer...is my penis

Act 1 of Dr. Horrible made me giggle a few times. Act 2? Sublime. Je t'aime, Dr. Horrible. Hand me the shiny keys to Australia. I'm yours: heart, body, soul. (Wow. Haven't given THAT in a year. Perhaps this time I won't come to in the gutter of Petco Park wondering what the eff just happened...)

Creative Screenwriting Expo 6 - PISTOLERAS win

Jim Mercurio introducing me.

Creative Screenwriting Expo 6 - Award Intro from Elisabeth Fies on Vimeo

Creative Screenwriting Expo 6 - Thriller winner speech, Elisabeth Fies from Elisabeth Fies on Vimeo.

Wendy can't save Peter Pan

Ohhhh if that ain't a life lesson. More importantly, Wendy no longer WANTS to save Peter Pan, and can't respect or stay attracted to him. Soooooo I ended it, whatever it was. Little while ago. Felt whoooosh! like I got all my power back. Radiant.

I'll never understand how some people can go through all kinds of heinous trials, have a bad upbringing and choose to become Oprah making the world a better place, while others with awesome loving parents get a hangnail, blame everyone but themselves, and become murderers. It's a strange world.

Anyway, here's something heartfelt I wrote to him back when I believed he wanted to become a Jedi, instead of using his energy for douchebaggery and harming women. Blacked out words to protect him.

My heart on my sleeve after the jump...

Check out Jacques Thelemaque

Being all smartypants Indy. Love it.

Fastest Myers Briggs test ever

And my results were accurate. Nice little description of, well...me.

You Are An ENFP

The Inspirer You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends. You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority and rules. Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives. You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller! In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart. You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. And you do break a lot of hearts. At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do. You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist. How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding When other people don't get you, they see you as: gushy, emotional, and unfocused

What's Your Personality Type?

And you are...?

Opening scene from THE COMMUNE

Starring Chauntal Lewis, Leslie Lello, Hero, and me

Strange Prague

I often travel into a city with no plans of where I'm going to stay that night, knowing no one, and I always land on my feet and have a grand adventure and meet amazing people. People always take care of me.

But I've also travelled where I know someone or am two degrees separated from a guide who takes me to the non-tourists areas...and I love that.

Seeing as the whole reason I wanted to go to Prague the last dozen years is because I heard it was full of amazing creative generous spontaneous friendly artists, I've had it stuck in my head I'd be social and live it up in the "Paris of the 1920s." Meet some cool people and run around playing like kids. Make up for not studying abroad in college.

But I've reached out to 3 people in or with contacts in Prague and been rejected. It's all very queer and un-European-feeling. More separatist American, like "hey good luck with your trip, buy a guidebook like every other lame-ass American, and buh-bye." It's pissing me off. Waaaah! No one wants to play with me. Dammit! I'm charming and delightful!! Grumble.

Meanwhile, American friends from all around are sudddenly calling telling me not to go or to come back soon and that they want to play with me here in California or in NYC. And great menfolk are dropping out of the sky asking me on fun dates, and there's this intriguing job possibility....

Why does the universe always test me like this? This feeling of "You finally made a ballsy choice, but are you sure this is what you want? Really? Because behind Door #2 is..."

Door #2 is feeling better than Door #1.

Maybe I'll just go, czech Prague off my list, and do a lot of antisocial reading and writing in cafes. Seems like a waste of a good city of artists. Oh well. Enough energy spent planning and reaching out to near strangers. Time to hurtle myself into the abyss. What a clumsy dismount this one has been. Totally uncharacteristic and unrepresentative of my life.

Kudos

To two busy writers/directors/spectacular men who still managed to make it to Meg Martin's charity event for orphans at Hollywood Billiards Sunday night.

Scott Pendergrast, whose critically acclaimed Kabluey opened in LA last weekend. Go see it this week at the Sunset Laemle!

Stephen Calcote, whose Tokyopop movie Van Von Hunter finished principle shooting that day (now that's dedication to orphans! Or...drinking, playing pool, and more ass-grab threats from me.)

Pet peeve

For most my life it was exclusivity or judgement.

Now it's stinginess.

I don't undertand not sharing what you have. Who ARE you?

Technological retardation part 2

I've had Gmail for over a year now, and STILL the only way I can find any old emails I need to reply to is by using their search function.

I DON'T GET their conversation/cataloguing style. I've had more things to do fall through the cracks because of this function (or lack thereof).

Just now, I was trying to work quickly through my obnoxious inbox, and realized I sent three emails out in a row that had the search highlighting still in them. Subtext: "HI! I'm a superbusy, technologically retarded douche bag who doesn't give a shit about you! Hahahah!!!"

God, and I HATE having to go into the address book.

I know I'm supposed to just LOVE Gmail. I do think they do an excellent job of keeping spam out of my sight. But the rest makes my brain bruise.

Twinship

All their lives, my 20-year-old nieces have been pestered by the question "What's it like to be a twin?" Which of course is impossible to answer because they don't know what it's like NOT to be a twin.

And obviously, what people are ineptly trying to say is, "WOW! How does it feel to NOT have the existential loneliness that you were born alone, will die alone, and inbetween no one will ever understand you?!"

Totally appropriate smalltalk.

Principle photography!

Congratulations Mr. John Rogers!

Ca c'est quoi?

My eyes...they burn...my head...throbs...

GORBACHOV: THE MUSIC VIDEO - BIGGER AND RUSSIANER from Tom Stern on Vimeo.

Marvel vs. DC

Technological retardation

I've been blogging for 3 plus years now, and am stuck in some bad habits that are going to drive you tech savvy people bonkers. I'm talking to you, my email subscribers.

What exactly happens when I edit and re-edit a post 5 times? Because I really like to do that...if I find a misspelled word, don't like the layout, think of a better turn of phrase...Do you get five different emails of the same post? How irritating for you I must be.

And you Google readers...ditto?

Ugh, you're not going to make me CHANGE for you, are you lovahs??

*Shudder*.

David Lago is a god

Really?

The whole fansites-devoted-to-Dave sends me into peels of giggles. I was with him when some of those photos were taken (Yes, I'm the magenta behind him in the cut-glove photo!! ME!!! Commence Elvis screaming!!!!). Ah, and all the dirt I have on my adopted little brother...so hard not to divulge. The things I could tell these swooning girls. The sheets I could sell them from all the times he's crashed at my pad in the spareroom or on my couch. So surreal.

Of course I won't. He's family to us Fies girls, and vice versa.

Like I'm talking to myself...

Did any of you watch LIE WITH ME yet? Humph. Fine. Really, it was very good. Sigh.

Hey, let's play Six Degrees...anyone in LA know Eric Balfour?

I like him for PISTOLERAS.

Oh geez, and a HUGE kudos to Brea Grant, the delightful actress we cast as ditzy Pistolera Sophie (Then after a bad equipment test run last spring, we decided to wait and quadruple our budget to do it right, RESERVOIR DOGS style. And thus the more appropriately low budget THE COMMUNE came first. She did this brilliant take on the irritating-friend-who-gets-you-into-trouble that made Sophie adorable and full-blooded...Heidi and I just fell in love, and a huge puzzle piece clicked into place.)

Brea has parlayed last season's FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS guest starring roll into a lead on HEROES opposite Hiro. She's profiled ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY this week. Yea Brea!!!! We knew you were a superhero! Now you get to be a villain, too! So fun.

Crap, does that mean we can't afford Brea any more? :( Back to finding investors...

Okay, and just because it feels so mmmmm to look at pics of him in l'amour:


Wouldn't you be happy if he were in PISTOLERAS, ladies? Phenomenal actor.

For all you skimmers, dammit

Just to be clear...

I have never said I'm moving to Prague.

So you can stop emailing and texting me congrats already!

What I SAID was...

I'm putting my stuff in storage and I'm taking a trip to Prague.

I have no plans afterwards. No apartment rented, no return ticket, nowhere I need to be on any date.

If I like it in Europe and the universe presents opportunities, there's no reason I couldn't stay. Though the job opportunities that I wrote about are in Paris, London, and Venice. Not Prague.

It's just as likely I'll be back in the states.

But who knows where or when.

Capice? D'accord?

Grrrr...

I mean thanks for caring, but cripes!

That other 99% of the population?

They're right here. Breeding.

See now look...

Your opinion on Twitter and other micrologs obliterating blogging depends on whether you have certifiable geniuses in your "friend" lists.* Do I want to know what 99% of the population is thinking at any given moment? I'd pay not to. Do I want to know what Warren Ellis and John Rogers are thinking?**

Bring on the microlog revolution.




*Also depends on if you're blogging to be discovered and make money...which would certainly not put you in the brainiac 1% category anyway, so quit yo bitchin' about the Twitter threat...

**If this were a bad William Gibson movie adaptation starring Keanue Reeves, we would all have microlog chips implanted in our brain and be able to hack into any human's channel...which would cause Keanu to utter his awed catchphrase "Whooooa!" when he picked up David Milch's. Or Mark Waid's.

In case you haven't seen it yet

See, I think the reason my friends are convinced the perfect mate complement to me is a straightlaced Mr. Big business guy who adores me is because, really, if I dated THIS GUY it would pretty much be crossing the streams in GHOSTBUSTERS.


Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

Dr. Egon Spengler: Don't cross the streams.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Why?
Dr. Egon Spengler: It would be bad.
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'm a little fuzzy on the whole "good/bad" thing here. What do you mean, "bad"?
Dr. Egon Spengler: Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light.
Dr. Ray Stantz: Total protonic reversal!
Dr. Peter Venkman: That's bad. Okay. All right, important safety tip. Thanks, Egon.

Outing artists

While my brother finishes his next piece of brilliance I'm not allowed to talk about, he's outing another local brilliant cartoonist. And so the circle of creative life continues...

Acoustic guitar

Someone is playing in the apartment upstairs. Feels so warm and cozy and beautiful.

That was a great thing on THE COMMUNE set. We had at least 5 guitarists on the crew, and would sit around at night playing and singing and drinking wine. Lovely. That's how I imagine living in Europe is always, hahaha.

Oh! It's AMERICA. A desert on a horse with no name. Mmmmn.

Mr. Danny B Harvey

Awwwwww....just got this message and photo on Myspace from rockabilly guitar legend/THE COMMUNE composer Danny B. Harvey:

"I can't believe I WAS THERE!!! YOU ROCKED,
See Chauntal even scared herself when she saw the playback!"

I've been so blessed to work with and become friends with worldclass artists. I'm a lucky girl.

If you haven't joined The Commune Movie on Myspace yet, please do!!!!

Me, Danny, and Lippie (famous French pop singer)

God Tim Ferriss is brilliant

I mean, we already knew that, but Jesus. Gotta figure out if he's gay or straight so that we can decide if he's going to marry me or Michael. One of us deserves to be in his life. Spectacular human being. Fantastic life. Siiiigh.

Letting go

Selling my baby grand piano. And here's my Ebay listing for the cherished John Byrne Avengers art. Bid away!

And for the love of Sophocles, will someone come and take a packing/sorting/donating shift? Me tired.

Got guilty pleasure BULLETPROOF MONK on in the background and just heard two of my favorite dialogue bits:

Said in kindness to a dying Budhist monk: "Enjoy your vacation."

"I figured it out. Why hot dogs come in packages of ten and hot dog buns come in packages of eight. See the thing is that life doesn't always work out according to plan. So be happy with what you've got. Because you can always get a hot dog."

Picnic and a movie

I'm gathering a group for VALLEY GIRL this Sunday and A CLOCKWORK ORANGE the Saturday after. Hope you can come hang out!

Q & A

Freckles asks regarding adding my AIM account:
Do you have prerequisites? Though we have not formally met, I enjoy reading your blog.

I have made incredible friends first through the virtual world, and eventually we meet and like each other as much in person. Please add me!

Freckles asks:
Do you think there are more or less opportunities out there for women (like me) in the indie film industry?

Less opportunities in the studio environment and more in the indie world.

It's very important to learn your style of management/employment and be the best woman you can be instead of imitating a man. Then I find that men adore working with you and the opportunities are boundless. I highly recommend as a minimum taking Alison Armstrong's first PAX course.

But let me just say...as stalwart femminists...my producing partner Heidi and I had originally intended to populate our set in the reverse ratio: 92% female and 8% male: as a statement, to give women opportunities, to set things right. And we thank the gods every day that that didn't work out.

Men are experts at things that women do not understand: teamwork, loyalty, honor, integrity (getting the job done no matter what). We never had problems with male employees.

And even more than that... If you truly love men, appreciate them, recognize their service, thank them, treat them like gold, tell them what you want and need...

Men are the most amazing people on the planet. I mean Zeus, they LIVE to make you happy and to get you exactly what you want. No politics, no pouting, no games, no undermining... just "What do you want?" so that they can achieve and provide it for you.

Crap, see now I'm getting misty again.

Working with my crew was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.

In fact, I only "lost it" twice on set. And I didn't really "lose it", I calculated how angry to get to scare people into action...in a momma bear way... and BOTH times it was when my crew was being mistreated. EFF that, not on my set.

Heidi and I as managers ran "The Five Love Languages" on each crew member to figure out how to best show our appreciation (i.e. I'm a gift giver, but if that's not your language of love than that doesn't say "thank you" to you...and if you're my line producer you might actually tell me to STOP giving you gifts...hahahah...) EVERY SINGLE ONE of our guys was SERVICE.

Okay, now I'm crying.


Bill Cunningham is an expert at studying the new film model. So is Eric Escobar. And Mike Curtis. Defintely start reading their blogs.

As far as your first question goes, I met all three of these gentleman first online. Am now friends in the "real" world with the first two, and the third was used by my editor as a consultant on THE COMMUNE. I'm sure I'll meet him soon.

Blogroll

Okay, I've done the heinous task of consilidating all you readers into the Blogroll format on my side panel in the middle. (Because it was actually less heinous than finishing THE COMMUNE website or packing my house. Ah avoidance, my old friend.)

There's even a NEW! feature that will tell you when a blog is fresh. Pretty sweet.

If I missed you and you want to be on the list, then by all means write me off, post mean things behind my back, and pout.

OR...you know, give me the benefit of the doubt that I wasn't personally spitting on you and post a comment here gently reminding me you were excluded.

Ditto for dead links, repeated links, etc.

Phew. That's been on my list of things to do for three years.

Enjoying

Mostly on Indy 103.1:
I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance With You (Black Kids), You Got Your Cherry Bomb (Spoon), There‘s Nothing Like You and I (The Perishers)
Black & Gold (Sam Sparro), No Way Back (Foo Fighters), Hang Me Up to Dry (Cold War Kids), The Only One (The Cure), Yellow Ledbetter (Pearl Jam), Pork and Beans (Weezer), Bend and Break (Keane), I’m Not Over (Carolina Liar), L.E.S. Artistes (Santogold), What a Lovely Dance (Hal), In the Heat of the Morning (David Bowie), Who’s Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses? (U2), Rich Girls (The Virgins), Gold Lion (Yeah Yeah Yeahs), Vanished (Crystal Castles), You Me and the Bourgoisie (The Submarines)

Contact me if you want to see The Deadly Syndrome & Miss Derringer for free at The Hammer Thursday night!

I'm Jack's total lack of surprise

Under Bush US Exports to Iran Surge My favorite part: "America sent more cigarettes to Iran — at least $158 million worth under Bush — than any other product." Sigh.

Except YOUR children, of course

Oh lordie, hahaha. Just heard an ad for a TV show called BABY BORROWERS: "It's not TV. It's birth control."

Amen, brother. Preaching to the deliriously happy, childless choir.

See now...

If I were my twin nieces, I would have to go try this...

David Lynch

Guest-hosted Jonesy's Jukebox yesterday 7-7-08. Download it.

Thanks to everyone who picnicked with me at the cemetary to BLUE VELVET on Sunday: Christina, Shawna, Brenda, Stefan and his brother. Felt soooo awesome to be back in the beautiful weather, watching one of my favorites. Hysterically funny. I can now officially say that yes, THE COMMUNE has an audience, and yes, it is my BLUE VELVET.

My LA birthday party is this Sunday at the cemetary watching VALLEY GIRL. Be there or be really freaking lame.

The Saturday after is CLOCKWORK ORANGE, and uh...after that you might not see me for loooong time. So come already, and bring booze and cheese and candles and a pillow for your rump.

The best of the rest

See? It's my BadMotherFucker wallet. I don't kid.

Lyons 2 am

Summer log

Jenn Awesome Oberle

Say no evil

Melissa and Judd

Melinda

Captain Crazypants

Dr. Dave

Dave, Richard and Sabrina

Me and Winter slaving away

Jen and Coral!

Monsieur Shlangen

Me and Raquel, stuck like glue

Kyle and Annabel