Should Tom Selleck be Magnum in the Movie?

Simple answer - no.

I found a blog that wants him to reprise his role in the movie.. http://selleckismagnum.blogspot.com/

Here's the comment I made (just in case he gets all 1984 and deletes it):

The problem with your proposal is that Selleck is too old to play the role; not because he can't be an action hero but Magnum P.I.'s premise was that he was young, a PI and a lady's man. Sure, he can prolly get away with the lady's man part be he ain't no spring chicken anymore. And, sure, he IS Magnum P.I. but then the story would have to change to accommodate his being older and then if you bring in Selleck, you'd have to bring in the original T.C. and the original Rick and then the original Higgins. And since they're thrown in, the original Dobermanns, too (and, speaking of dog-years, they'd be ancient by now).

I mean, have you seen those Mastercard commerials that brought back old tv characters (esp. the one with MacGyver's Richard Dean Anderson? I thought that was extra cool but, man, he's OLD!)

Then, what about the A-Team movie? Are we going to petition that they bring in Mr. T as BA Barracus? Cos NO ONE should be able to play BA other than Mr. T. And Miami Vice - Colin Ferrell as Sonny? Only Don Johnson should be Sonny Crocket. Seeing Colin in one of those suits just made it.. wrong.

But, they did it anyway.

It's time to let the new generation have their own Magnum PI. We had Selleck - they can have... hmm.. who'd make a good Magnum?

Guy Pearce?
Jake Gyllenhaal?
Yeah, I can see Ben Affleck as Magnum...
David Hasselhoff? (Just kidding!)

And don't get me started on the whole Knight Rider movie.

Sorry, but no vote here.

Customer Service Sucks!

When I was younger, the people working in the stores were definately older, more respectful and, shit(!), they actually knew what the hell they were doing. Fast-forward 10 years and bam! You have Screech, only 10x more stupid, asking you, "what would you like in you Happy Meal, sir?"

Where I am leading this debacle of an entry is here - Where did my customer service go? Did it just up and leave when NAFTA was passed? Did it decide to go to the EU because there were better paying jobs? Or was it that the French were just better at treating Customer Service with respect? I don't know but I want some decent customer service back.

When you have a Mickey D's filled to the brim with kids running around trying to make burgers and another kid not much older supervising this Three Stooges display of sadness, you have to wonder -- how do businesses stay.. well.. in business? I am a great proponent of HS kids getting a summer job at Disneyland or Knott's Berry Farm but if you give them a flame broiler or a cash register - forget about it (I think I'll exempt both Disney and Knott's on that - their training is actually pretty good).
I think I'm rambling a bit - let me try to focus.

Take this story - I was in a McD's and the place was just packed. Kids after school congregating in their new place of loiter. Yet, there are kids behind the counter trying to make orders as well. Unfortunately, they are unable to service the kids wanting food because they cannot figure out their priorities. Stupid.

Another example. I'm at this thing in Pasadena - held at the Rose Bowl - and I'm actually VIP (or at least I thought I was), and I'm looking to get my VIP wrist band thingy so that I can get my two free water-downed beers and a pretzel. Asking the stupid security guy (in his late teens, maybe.. maybe early 20's) who I talk to to get this wrist band thingy and he straight up says, "I dunno". "Maybe it's that woman over there with the big hat."

Thanks Sherlock. Why don't you go fill up your pipe and stick it up your ass.

Or going to Wendy's and not getting what I asked for. Then having to go back and yell at the manager because his crew is utterly useless to the general public.

Or going to Borders Bookstore and asking for a video game that I can clearly point out but the chick who probably started oh.. two minutes before (it seems) can't get the friggin' key right and then has to ask six-dozen times after the first.. "Which one again?"

You want to know who has great customer service? IN-N-OUT burger, for a fast food chain. Besides having the best burgers in Southern California (and I dare say anywhere in the contiguous US, Hawaii and Alaska), their top-notch service is rather swell.

Other than that, service at dining joints like MORTON'S is the only place you'll find EXCELLENT customer service. They're smart enough not to hire stupid kids (or people for that matter).
Now, I'm sure there are places that have great service and employ HS'ers and young adults. They're just few and far between. And it's not limited to food joints and record stores.

Hot Topic - stupid kids AND wanabe goth's.Game Spot/EB - Stupid kids AND geeks (that's almost an oxymoron even).The GAP - Stupid kids who are actually STUPID AND STUCK UP.Blockbuster Video - ...yeah, I wish they actually hired people that knew a turd's worth of movie info. They can barely rub their head and pat their stomach's.

Now, don't take this as being racist - but what's worse than kids working to serve the public is minority kids who wreck the English language asking you if you vant flies wi dat? NO! I don't want flies with that.

Maybe, the problem is that these people have NO CLUE what work ethic is. Maybe they're leisurely passing the 4 long hours they have to be on their lame ass shift just to make $25 (before taxes) a day so that they can blow it on the next AFI or HIM CD. Who cares that they're what makes their establishment look like ass.

With customer service plunging at an alarming rate, it's no matter why the internet is a better option to purchase everything from DVDs to Twinkies.

Poker Stars, babe-EE

It's been awhile but.. I've been too busy. But not busy enough for :

I have registered to play in the PokerStars World Blogger Championship of Online Poker!

This Online Poker Tournament is a No Limit Texas Holdem event exclusive to Bloggers.

Registration code: 2485533

Classic!

I wish I could do stuff like this for people who fucked me over... Hmm... [thinking]

I've got pictures.... anyway.. check out this blog -

Click here. Some dude bought a laptop off of eBay.. the problem - laptop was broken.. The solution?

Take the fucker's HD and post what's on it on BLOGGER.

Price of LT - £375
Getting revenge - PRICELESS

Is it me.. Or.. is this man a FREAK!?

Click here for Story.

Is it me or is Pat Robertson a fucking lunatic?

Instead of taking out the President of Venezuela, Pat Robertson should be taken out.

And, instead of divine retrobution, Pat Robertson should be given a stroke. Because if a god truly existed, I'm sure he would love to smite out this petulent punk ass.

Pat Robertson, YOU are a fucking ass.

Podcasting

I'm taking a dive into the podcasting community.

Check it out...

It's Been Awhile..

It's been awhile since my last post and I thought I'd at least put something in here.

I've been rather... busy (just a little.. one can only do so much when unemployed). I've actually been rather involved in MySpace (heaven forbid!) with my three different pages along with my magazine and some other stuff.

In the last week I've seen 4 or 5 movies.. All of them pretty much crap. I've got a DVD in my computer at the moment (TAMARA) that I've been meaning to watch.

The best though was AN AMERICAN HAUNTING, not because it was a good movie (because it wasn't) but because MR. MOVIE FONE was in the screening with me (and three other people to see it).

Anyhoo, I can't wait for next Saturday as it's all about the Beatles' A HARD DAYS NIGHT. Showing at the Alex in Glendale. I really like that theatre - it's very quaint, though the seats are too small. Of course, the people that it was built for were considerably smaller, too. Oh and the fact that I'm ordering some ABSINTH for my own personal consumption. Should be good! Gotta love the absinth.

It's Easter Baby!

It strikes be funny that on the eve of Easter, I have a daft conversation with a Born Again.  

As a Born Again, I think one should not only be fervent for their god and religion, but also at least know what the hell they’re talking about when they do talk.  

Now, Easter bunnies, eggs and all of that are hooey; they have nothing to do with Jesus or Passover or anything that has to do with Christian belief.  So, where did they come from?

From what I understand, they originate from different rituals and Pagan beliefs where the rabbit symbolizes birth and fertility and all of that as well as the egg – another symbol of fertility.  So, the bunny ain’t layin’ no eggs, it’s just carryin’ em… dat’s all.

How it got lumped in with Passover, I don’t know.  Well, maybe because it’s Springtime, for Jesus (sing it along with that fabulous Mel Brooks show.. you know which one).

And to address another thing – NO, ATHEISTS DON’T BELIEVE IN SATAN.  I don’t know where you people think that (as she, the born again did) but we don’t.  We would have to believe in a god, first.  And how she believes that god is white with blue eyes, I have no clue.  How do you come to that conclusion?  Did god not make man in his own image?  Then why the fuck am I not white with stunning blues?  Gimme a god damn bleach kit and some contacts!

Whatever.  Did you know that in, I believe, six states, it’s against the law to serve in office if you’re an atheist??  Talk about prejudice!

Anyway, Happy Easter foo’s.  

Wow. The Six Month Mark

Wow.  

It’s been six months now since the split between me and the ex.  I can’t believe that the time has passed so quickly.  Yes, I still think of her but it’s more in the line of how much she was just a whore or how she missed out and that in the end she’ll be more miserable.  My pining ended long ago.   Don’t get me wrong though, I do still think we would have made a brilliant couple.  That I can’t deny.  More so than she and her (alleged) homosexual husband.

Since I no longer work it means I no longer have health insurance, which means I no longer have a shrink.  But, that’s okay.  I’ve realized that no matter how much I know I’m right in this situation, it doesn’t and won’t change anything.  It’s like when someone takes revenge on someone and ends up taking their life or something of the sorts.  Does it really change anything afterwards?  Nope.  I just have to live with the knowledge that sometimes nothing works out the way it should no matter how much it should have or that no matter how much I knew I was right I was still left with nothing.

Well, that’s enough of that.

The trials and tribulations of not having a job continue.  Sleeping in has its advantages.

MySpace?

So I'm on MySpace now, though I'm not going to give you my URL for it. I am, however, going to share a project I worked on. I was the still photographer for a movie shoot called THE DANNY MCKAY PROJECT. Click on the linky:




So check it out - join if you want.. if you know me you can join my friends. If not, you can guess and join everyone who's a friend of the DMP.

Two days into being jobless

Two days into not having a job and I’m more busy now than I was when I was working.  This is what happens when you go from your real job to your “other” job.  

I walked away from my boring, useless job and turned to something that is scary, new and not stable.  And it passes the day a lot better than any job I’ve ever had.  I can’t keep up.  I find myself juggling so many things, calling and emailing so many people and trying to keep track of everything without having to backtrack for an hour.  I managed to email a few different people the same thing because I couldn’t remember if I had contacted these people earlier in the day.  

I’ve never had to be this organized before.  Now, I find that I can’t do anything unless I’m more organized.  

I’m calling publicists, writers and promoters.  I’m calling the people who run the Arclight, AFI and the representatives of Tribeca.  I’m shooting the shit with people who work for the most famous people on the planet and hoping I can get a screening of their movies after it all.  It’s all very new to me.

It’s all very scary.

But I like it.

I’m learning something new every day and I find myself becoming excited.  At the end of the day I’ve juggled so many things and pushed something from Point A to Point B.  I got complimented from someone I’ve never met but have jumped through hoops to get her what she wanted just so that she’ll work for me in the future.  

And just last week, I was working a cushy 40-hour workweek sitting on my ass surfing the Net.  Today, I hardly have time to shit.

And in the end, I’m no longer trapped by the 40-hour workload.  I’m no longer trapped being told what to do by stupid people who are running the company I worked for into the ground.  I’m no longer worried about running into that faggot husband of the Ex whom I hold more hatred for than anything on the planet.  

And, in the end, I hold just one thought that keeps me grounded.  This thought?

Just what the fuck AM I doing??!

My last post from work.

This will be my last entry from work.  It has been a blast.  

They’re actually kicking me out of the office a week early because, they say, there isn’t enough room for me while they remodel the office.  

So, to those I’ve given this address to that I knew before.  Take your time, read through the last year and try and figure out whom I’m talking about.  

Wow.. I’m kinda sad.  This is rather depressing.

The Flying Spaghetti Monster!

I just may become a convert. I found out about this little religion after reading about the Arch Bishop of Canterbury saying he doesn’t believe creationism should be taught in schools.

Click Here.

FSM, or the Flying Spaghetti Monster, is yet another incarnation of a great powerful being that created the universe and all the laws of nature. When scientists measure the age of things, the FSM will change the readings to make sure we think the earth is older than it really is. The FSM (and the resulting religion of Pastafarianism) states that the Flying Spaghetti Monster created the mountains, trees and… a midget. This is my understanding, anyway, as I am new to this enlightening way of thought. Also, if you don’t become a pirate, you will make him mad. As a result of fewer pirates throughout the ages, global warming has increased.

See chart. (Because HOT LINKING is good)

To “balance” the teaching of ID (Intellectual Design) in schools, the fine people who spread the Word of FSM thought it would only be fair and educational that students subjected to ID should also be subjected to FSM AND evolution. Taken from a letter to different school boards:

I think we can all look forward to the time when these three theories are given equal time in our science classrooms across the country, and eventually the world; One third time for Intelligent Design, one third time for Flying Spaghetti Monsterism, and one third time for logical conjecture based on overwhelming observable evidence.

It seems FSM has taken on a large cult following. It also seems to me that this school of thought is just as valid as any other religious school. Christianity, Islam, Greek Mythology all are on par with Pastafariism (I’m only guessing that that’s how it’s spelled or called).

I haven’t seen any other rules or guidelines to this new religion but I dare say it seems to be the most liberal, even beyond the Episcopalian values. It also seems the least hypocritical. And the followers are much better looking, younger and more hip.

So, sign me up, give me a pirate suit and call me a Pastafarian… ARR!

Let His Noodly Appendage touch thee!

** This just in - THEY'RE RELEASING A BOOK! Check them out on Amazon.com.

Wow Ten days to go.

Wow.  Ten days to go.  It’s almost here.  My exit from the corporate world.  It’s becoming more and more real each day, as co-workers ask me when my departing date is or what I’m going to do after I’m out of here.   It’s all very weird.

Johnny Depp

I find Johnny Depp most fascinating.  His portrayal of John Wilmot in The Libertine (2004) is so… Depp.  He always tackles roles that are out of the way, intellectual and stunning.  If I were a gay man, I’d be licking the television screen to taste his utmost in sexual power.  He is charismatic, honest, dirty.  I’m glad I’m watching an Oscar screener at home and not sitting in the theatre embarrassed by my fascination.  The only bad thing about watching an Oscar screener is that it has THE WEINSTEIN COMPANY tattooed at the top of the screen, along with the code number so that, if I were to ever sell this out on the street, they’d know it was me that did it, not that I’d ever sell/give/trade this screener away.  I really like this movie thus far.  

In Libertine, I see that there are two actors from a British comedy called Coupling, a rather hilarious show.  They tried it here in the States without success.  I’m surprised that the Office made it this far.  

Anyway, this does not make me gay.  At least I hope not.  Well, I know I’m not gay but a man like Depp will sometimes make you wonder.

Yahoo! Answers Rocks

So, I’ve become quite addicted to Yahoo! Answers.  It’s a Beta service that Yahoo put out where people ask the stupidest questions and you get points for answering them.  It’s 2 Pts per question answered.  If someone picks your answer as the best, you get 10 pts.  If someone votes your answer as a good one, you get 1 pt.  If you ask a question, it costs you 5 pts.  

Seriously, you can sit on there for hours just answering stupid questions, pointing out the stupidity of others.  Sometimes, I’ll actually give people a good answer but most of the time I’m just there to point out how people can’t spell, or there questions are lame or just, in general, try to be funny.  I especially like the questions dealing with religion, life on other planets or philosophy.  I like trying to be the first to answer the questions but other times, I just need to jump in after I’ve read everyone’s lame-ass answers.  Then I’ll come in and ridicule the person asking the question as well as the other people who’ve answered.  It makes me feel like a real man.  

So, checking the stats of other people, there are actually people on there that have point totals in excess of 25,000 pts.  I have almost 900.  I’ve been on it for two weeks. I wonder how often these people are on there to have amassed over 25k pts??  And I thought I was a loser.

You should definitely check it out – http://answers.yahoo.com.  You’ll need an account over at Yahoo, but don’t let that stop you.  

Cheating, the Radio and me!

So yesterday, I was listening to one of the local talk-radio stations while driving out to Los Angeles and on the show was the producer of Cheaters, the television show that catches cheaters in the act, blah blah blah.  So, they’re talking about how people got caught cheating and one of the loser hosts on the show says (paraphrasing), you know, cheating isn’t THAT bad.  You can forgive.  So, I call.  And I ask the dude, what about this situation where the woman cheating leaves her husband for the guy she’s cheating on (me), lives with him for almost a year but then goes back to the husband who takes her back?  The words I hear?  “What a doormat!”  “Yeah, he’s probably really needy.” I started laughing.  I mean, come on.  There are situations where, yes, you can forgive the spouse for cheating on you.  Let’s say the spouse has a few incidents of cheating where maybe they saw a few different people on different business trips.  Or maybe, just a few times going out and they were in a good situation.  

But NEVER when you know the dude she’s cheating on you with!  Or when it’s over a year-long or when she MOVES IN with him!  

I find it funny that people can say.. oh yeah, the cheatee can forgive the cheater.   There are stipulations.  Forgiveness is never full and trust never returns.  I know.  I’ve been cheated on.  I had a GF who cheated on me with my best friend.  Twice.  I forgave her the first time but the second time I dumped her ass.  But, not quickly.  I told her we’d wait until our 2nd year anniversary (which was soon coming) before I broke up with her.  And, I broke up with her on that day.  It boggles my mind how she never broke up with me, knowing it was inevitable.  I guess she had hopes that I would stay.  

So, I know what it’s like to be cheated on who cheated with a friend.  And I know I’ll never forgive the next girl that would cheat on me, regardless if it’s a new relationship, a long-term or even in marriage.  That chick is gone.  And, if it’s with someone who I know, they better buy a wheelchair before I find them because once I do, they’ll definitely need it.  

I’ll always think of the husband and how much of a loser and how weak he is.  And then I’ll think of her and think of how much I wasted my time and how they both deserve the misery they’ll have with each other.  

Onto other notes…

I’m writing a script.  Yeah, us Hollywood wanabe’s need to keep busy by writing yet another script.  Maybe I’ll post it on here when I’m finished.  

It’s about a guy… who loses a girl… who was married… (You see where this is going, don’t you?)

I decided to take aspects of what I knew and write it into a screenplay.  Of course, the ending isn’t as sad as what I went through but it isn’t a happy one either.  It’s more macabre, really.  It involves a gun and that’s all I’ll write.  But, I’ve written about a quarter of it already.  It’s about Jason, who’s still coping a few months after a break up with a woman he fell in love with, Rachel.  When Rachel asks to see him for one last time, things turn for the worst for Jason.  

We’ll see where it goes from there.  I wonder what my shrink will think.

What Comic Retards

I’ve had enough.  Enough of this whining and moaning that the Muslims are being dissed by this STUPID Danish cartoon.  Now, I haven’t seen the cartoons and I’ve looked all over the net for them.  I’d really like to see what the hub-bub is all about.

So, this week, there was a showing at UC Irvine of the cartoons (along with other racially abhorrent ones) in question to stimulate a discussion amongst different faiths and creeds.

It turned into a bash-o-rama.  People were getting pissed, getting all butt-hurt and angry… what the fuck, people?  Can’t you just move along and get over it?  It’s like everyone’s dissin’ on yo mama or something.  

Please.  Listening to NPR, I heard a comment from someone saying that free speech may be  protected but with that right comes responsibility. That these cartoons shouldn’t be shown because they will provoke violence, hate and racism (or religious intolerance of some sort) is just ludicrous.  First, if I make something that potentially insults, angers or otherwise makes you think – regardless of its negativity – those should not be grounds for it to not be created or shown.  The other side of the above statement is that one should not be provoked so easily by something that may insult you.  If you have any restraint, respect or responsibility, you would simply ignore it or, if you have to, calmly comment on it and then move on.  

What gets me are those people that get all fucking bent, yell and scream about the issue and then burn down a billboard or smash a bus.  All the cartoonist did was create a comic.  Though he had no intent of inciting worldwide violence (and even if he did), all he did was create a comic.  It’s those that reacted to it that caused the violence, caused the uproar, caused themselves to become emotionally imbalanced to the whole thing.  If they were responsible, caring and faithful, they would simply ignore it and move on.

But what about all the hate it would generate against them?  Don’t you think the Muslim community is getting more hate brought on by their actions?  If they had just sat by, accepted it, condemned it and moved on this wouldn’t be happening.  They are the ones that made it more evil than it really is.

I, for one, am comfortable in my faith (I faithfully believe that there is no god).  If you call me a monkey, ape, Satanist, whatever.. So what?  I know what or who I am.  What you say about me isn’t going to change who I am or what my outlook is.  It’s not going to make my life anymore different.  So why the fuck should I care?  And if I don’t do anything about it, it goes away.  It’s that simple.  

If the Muslim community would have just let it go and not make a fuss, this would be a dead issue.  People in the world can go on and live another day and not have to worry about possibly getting killed because of some stupid cartoon.  

Just another ‘Yo Mama..’ situation.  

Gotta love the stupid and ignorant.  Put that energy to better use.  Plant a tree or something.  Jeezus!

Let's discuss life.

Everyone.  Just stop.  Yes, stop.  Let’s take a look for a minute at…

Life.

Yes, life.  Did I stutter?

As I was haphazardly driving down the street singing along to some Depeche Mode song (or was it Death Cab?  I can’t remember) I was looking around and I just had this feeling that…

There is absolutely no purpose for us being alive.  
None.  Nada. Zilch.

Well, one – to procreate.  Other than that, there are no extraordinary reasons why we are on this dirt mound called earth.  We’re just a biological accident that occurred millions of years ago.  But, at least it was a “happy accident”.  Otherwise, I’d be writing this blog to no one (well, I think I’m doing that now.  But, there’s potential that someone will read this).

But, what about the birds, bees, trees, giraffes and hippopotamuses (shouldn’t that be hippopotami? Eh.. Who cares)?  They were happy accidents too.  

Of course, you have to give in to the notion that a) there is no god and b)… well, there is no b).  

Of course, along with this feeling is also the notion that nothing has a reason for happening.  It happens just because.  The notion that everything happens for a reason is absurd.  I’d love to believe in Karma.  To think, someone I know who has shat upon me will get the shaft later in this life or in the next life as a fly on a piece of shit kinda makes me feel all warm and fuzzy but let’s face it… Murphy’s Law has a better chance of working out (ie: people who shit on me win the Lotto, whereas I’d probably get hit by a bus).  

I probably didn’t squash your whole ideal of life.  I probably even pissed you off to blatantly say god doesn’t exist or that life has absolutely no meaning.  As long as you don’t go off on me like some Muslim defending Allah, it should all be just fine.  

Oh, please don’t pray for me.  It’s a waste of your time and I’m sure god is attending to other more pressing matters anyway.

Just a thought...

I feel like my life is somehow.. restricted.  Like I’m in prison or something.

It makes me crave the end of life, as opposed to the continuation of it.

How sad is that?

I keep trudging along.