It is back
1st question
What are your plans for 2010 and beyond?
2nd question
What is your favorite cartoon?
3rd question
Tell me a story that happend to you....please?
Also explain how this happened
http://www.oliviamunn.com/forum/topic/chris-pine-and-olivia
How did this happen?
Haha, hmmm. Okay, I will do this.
2010, the early part I will be working somewhere (anywherreeee), making soundtracks for a stand-up comic web series that's in the works thanks to Steve Hofstetter. Also by that time I'll be well into editing my book and trying to figure out the proper formatting to get it past the Publishing gauntlet. I WAS going to go missing and make everyone think I was in a weather balloon, had a whole thing planned out, but that got nixed due to....unforeseen copy-cat events.
2nd:
Hmmmm *yoda voice* difficult, difficult. I dig anime but I'm assuming you're not talking about that. So cartoons for younger audiences: got sucked in hook line and sinker to Avatar: The Last Airbender. Younger than that: this is fucking awesome http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtyJi3lExo0
3rd:
Last week I was on my feet non-stop (excepting a 30 minute lunch break) for 17 hours one day, and also (warning: this is gross) infected blisters on mah feetsies. This was mostly at night, all outside, in 35 degree weather. Needless to say, I was not the happiest camper. So there I am, slating and moving camera gear all night, layered up in my raggedy-ass clothing gear, fingers and face all dirty from the fine dirt all over everything, freezing to death. My feet were so bad (in the rough, uneven corn maze ground) that I kept tripping and falling all the way over, until one of the producers pulled me aside (not knowing my ailment) and asked if I had been drinking. About an hour later, my boss told me it would be best if I left the set for a bit to warm up and get off my feet.
Unfortunately, I had to exit the corn maze to get to the van to warm up.
Upon entering, everyone coming back and forth provided a steady lit path of which directions to go. But now it was pitch black, and I had to remember it in reverse. Needless to say, I got lost as shit. I was hobbling at 1/2 mph, like an old arthritic russian woman, to dead end after dead end. At one point (I shit you not) I thought I was making progress, only to notice that I was heading back towards the set.
Finally after an eternity I made it out, limped to a van, and got in. Two sweaters and a jacket wasn't doing it, so I scrounged in the van and found a children's disney blanket the actors used to warm up between takes. I threw that on me and tried to lay down.
Gross wounds, dirty face and hands, scraggly clothing, sleeping with a strange blanket in a van parked in the middle of nowhere, I realized something, and said out loud: "Oh God, I am EXACTLY like a hobo right now."
About an hour later, it was daylight. I woke straight up and scared the shit out of a producer who was getting in the van. I had fallen asleep in the only vehicle that they were keeping on set, and through a lucky coincidence he had left something in the vehicle. Everyone else was at a motel back in town. He took me back to the motel and then I quit.
So that was my day of being exactly like a hobo.
the end.
Also, you're referring to how it got closed? Identical thread? Or a mod really hates 2nd AC's and/or my posts.
and @Jack, I've no idea. But I'm rolling with it.
Why do you have three names? Do you own a copy of Catcher in the Rye? Have you ever been a Communist sympathizer?
If you answer yes to any of these someone better prep Joe Biden ASAP.
Question One: Yes.
Two: You know I've always been that kid that was like "Fuck things that are popular!" Which I thought when I was young made me cool but I found out it means I miss out on a lot of cool stuff. I've never ever read Catcher in the Rye.
Three: I frequently use the phrase "If you don't like *insert thing here* you're a goddamned communist spy." So I hope that tidily answers that.
An asteroid is heading towards Earth and Bruce Willis is nowhere in sight. After we put Ben Affleck in a rocket (no course set, we just send him the fuck in to space) what should we do?
@brisco Quick!! Tweet Joe Biden, he answered yes!! I would but you know I have no twitter and all.
I say we get Jason Statham (the new Bruce Willis), to assemble a star-studded roughneck all-american badass crew, including two Steve Buscemi's this time, to learn to be astronauts in like three days (via a montage) and get in a spacecraft to catch Ben Affleck's rocket, drill into it, place a nuke and a copy of Paycheck inside, and GET TO THE CHOPPA before it goes off.
And in a tear-jerking twist, one of the Steve Buscemi's has to stay behind to make sure Ben Affleck gets yelled at for the last hour of his life about how stupid his face is.
Oh shit, Gerrad snuck that one on my while I was expounding.
I AINT NO RED, YOU'VE GOTTA BELIEVE ME.
I watch Good Night and Good Luck like five times a day.
Why do all of our film ideas sound so much better than the originals? I'd pay twice as much to see a film with 2 Buscemi's.
Anyway, suppose we don't stop the asteroid, and it's game over man, game over for all of us.
24 hours to live. What do you do?
@brisco Watch a film with two Steve Buscemi(s). Also sign up for twitter.
Which is the biggest load of BS:
1) 2012 End of the World?
2) Those 4 foot tall "The Greys" Aliens?
@Brisco: 24 hours? Here's the plan:
*BREAAAATHE IN*
Hour 1: Drive to the local Panda Express, lightning bolt kick the employee over the sneeze guard, take the entire tray of Orange Chicken, front flip out through the drive-in window so hard that I kick the driver and the passenger of the SUV outside, right out of the car. Begin eating and driving wildly.
Hour 2-10: By this time I hit Salt Lake City. Ideally, Amanda Palmer is performing somewhere. I cartwheel on stage, swoop her up and lay one on her. Then I apologize to Neil Gaiman and cartwheel away before security can man handle me. Then I spend about an hour or two in the back of the venue throwing up most of the insane amount of orange chicken I had consumed. Then I take a nice walk until hour ten.
Hour 10-20: Hop on a plane by layering up and running down one of the wheels before it retracts. Land in LA, get fitted for a nice suit, then beat the hell out of all the employees while yelling "I like the way I look, I guarantee it!" Then pay a vagrant to follow me with a boom box playing "Misirlou" and be badass all the way to Kevin Pereira's house.
Take the vagrant out with a spinning back kick, then knock on Pereira's door and convince him that I am a tax auditor. After he invites me in I BS tax jargon until he offers me a drink. I slip him half a rufie, and once he's proper dizzy, I convince him to wear the suit I had tailored for him. Then we walk (he's sort of stumbles) over to Blair Herter's, rinse and repeat. Chris Hardwick, rinse and repeat. Chris Gore's, rinse and repeat. Adam Sessler's, rinse and repeat (using two rufie's, since he's built up an immunity by constantly getting drinks mixed with his dates). Then we go to to AOTS.
Hour 20-24: Force them at gunpoint to run a Frisky Dingo marathon for four hours, ending with the last episode of season one, where they all seemingly die in the apocalypse. Instead of commercial breaks it's me and my G4 TV host posse, chillin out maxin relaxin all cool. I inform everyone of their fate in a few hours, and convince them that it was all my doing. Then I get carried away in my speech about why Auto-Tune destroyed Hip Hop and how not even Jay-Z can redeem it, and forget that time's up.
Meteor hits AOTS directly, and some how the gamma-fake-science-rays broadcast out into space, Aliens pick it up, and decide I am so awesome that I will be resurrected along with several females (Including, but not limited to: Olivia Munn, Alison Haislip, Emma Watson, Ellen Page, and Lucy Liu) to repopulate on another much more badass planet.
*BREAAAATHE IN*
I hope you like reading novels, cause that was basically one.
@L0akum
1. People more scientifically advanced than the Mayans thought the world was flat for a very long time, y'know? So I think it's hogwash. But if it isn't, I will happily reenact, word for word, my answer to Brisco's question.
2. At the risk of looking like a fool for scoffing at one unproven unlikely theory and agreeing with the next, I'm fairly confident that there is extraterrestrial life somewhere. I would say it's unlikely that they exist, and that people are just copying eachother's bullshit. But I still think there's something out there.
I'm creeping myself out a little bit with theories, I'm going to go rest.
to clarify, in my aliens question, I'm saying that it is unlikely that the Little Grey People exist, specifically.
Will you be my body guard at sdcc?
@Seth_David_Andrew I find it interesting that people all over the world, from all walks of life have all decribed the same 4 foot tall, grey skinned, big black bugged eyed alien creature. Perhaps it's so sort of group consiousness on a global scale...
As for the ancient Mayan 2012 theory..I guess we'll know for sure in 3 years from now. The only question I have about those Mayans, is how come they know the exact location of all the planets, in our solar system, thousands of years before the telescope was invented? hmmmmm....
@Peaches
*ahem* Hell Motherfucking Yes!
It'll be sweet, you can wear a low hat and sunglasses and we can pay some people to chase you with cameras and notepads, and I'll act all overzealous and rush you around. Everyone will be like "Holy shit, who is that!? Famous people, yay!"
And then if you sprain your ankle or....hell even if your feet are just tired, we can totally reenact the famous Kevin Costner Whitney Houston scene.
Yes, Peaches, yes I will.
If everybody was kung-fu fighting and all those cats were as fast as lightning who won the fight?
@L0akum yeah you're right, it is a strange coincidence. But I maintain that dreams are about twice as "bat-shit-crazy-fantastical" as people think. Maybe we can pick up some sort of signal they send, like human transceivers, in dream land. I dunno, very curious indeed.
And the Mayan's knew everything about the solar system because Jebus told them. Totally.
@herb
Donnie Yen won.
Donnie Yen always wins.
Question 1
What is your favorite anime?
Question 2
Another story about the same length as the hobo one?
@GoodEats
Cowboy Bebop will probably always be the most influential with me. I think if I were put in a discussion of "Best Anime Ever" I would be fighting for Ghost in the Shell in it's entirety. Samurai Champloo is the best thing I've seen lately (everything Shinichiro Watanabe touches turns to gold), and FLCL is my guilty pleasure, in that I love it an inordinate amount, but would never ever push it on someone else because it's so goddamn weird. Tekkonkinkreet also deserves a mention.
another story? haha, okay. I will indulge you later this evening, I gotta jet for about an hour or two maybe.
What's my router password?
do you enjoy your man hair bun?
@SDA Deal
Can you change your avatar? Your dead eyes are burning a hole in my soul. Been wanting to tell you that for a long time.
Do you believe the world will end in 2012? If so, on 12/21/2012, will you come hold me?
@ninjasquirrel Dude, I TOLD you to write it down. I can only remember so many passwords, and last weekend I signed up for all those christian singles websites...
@sammy Not only do I love it, but the LAADIIIESSS love it too. Swooning left and right I tell you.
@GoodEats
Speaking of anime.
So I lived in this small town in Southern Utah, couple thousand people, not that special. For whatever reason, though, they had this...like, not sure what you'd call it, but a foreign exchange student type of deal, where they'd send kids from my town to a school in some province in Japan for a couple days, and vice versa. They'd just stay half days and would do other touristy stuff around it.
"Japanese School Girl Day" rolls around (as my friends used to call it), and they'll call out on the intercom that the students have arrived and whoever gets to the office first gets a buddy to help show around school and stuff. Which was a mistake because every year it was this blitzkrieg clusterfuck rat-race to get to the office first, because let's face it, even if you aren't interested in helping out an exchange student, it's more entertaining than a normal day at school.
Freshman year I didn't know what they were talking about when they announced it over the intercom, so I got left out. Sophomore year I was in the race, but missed out. But Junior year? Junior year I was fucking ready. I was in the hall when they announced, and I got to the Office in like 10 bounds.
Sadly I cannot remember her name, it started with an M and had a "chiko" in it somewhere, but it was strange, even for a Japanese name. She was wayyy tiny, she looked like a middle schooler. Had distractingly bad teeth, but she was very nice and friendly. They all had those little hello kitty japanese/english translators, so we'd have belabored conversations through those.
So Gym class rolls around, and although in most classes they're required to do the assignments (I suppose it's to get the American Class feel, which is embarrassing because they breeeezed through them at twice our speed), the Gym teacher wasn't about to make them exercise, especially without Gym clothes.
I caught a lucky break and didn't have to do anything either, so we spent the entire hour trying to make small talk over this translator. Eventually we were trying to teach eachother words in each language, respectively. Then we started discussing Anime (she had a Bleach notebook and this was way back before I had ever heard of the show). We start throwing anime titles back and forth, all our favorite shows. It was fun that we finally had common ground to discuss.
Then I listed off my top favorite, and surprisingly she was unfamiliar with pretty much all of them. Then I mentioned Fooly Cooly. She made this face like "sorry, didn't catch that?"
So I did what I thought would make sense, and said "Furi Kuri" because I'm fairly certain it's how it's pronounced.
Suddenly she looks a bit thrown off, and then blushes and says things quietly in Japanese and shakes her head slightly. So I don't know what to think, maybe she really dislikes the show? Things are quiet for pretty much the rest of the day, and eventually she starts gravitating towards one of her friends. It's cool, whatever. Fuck if I know what I did.
About a week and a half later, come to find out that the phrase "Furi Kuri" in japanese is slang for "foreplay" or more specifically "The fondling of womens breasts" I guess?
So basically this is how it went:
"Hi I'm Seth. How are you? Do you like Anime? Can I cop a feel?"
UUUUUGGGGGHHHHH, I've never been so embarrassed about anything in my life.
The end.