My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

I wish Gary had won. He had such a cool font.

FYI I broke my digital camera so it’s gonna be all crap iPhone photos from now on. I took this one at SF Scrap Metal where I cashed in my copper wire collection to the melodious tune of $186.40.
This is gonna help because I’m taking the next two weeks off from working to make a mini-doc about donuts…something on the back burner for too long. I listened to my own blog post advice and I’m gonna go for it.

This made me happy. I was looking for Haji Springer videos when I came across it.

All’s I’ve been doing lately is scanning images and posting them here. I haven’t taken the time to write anything and it bums me out. I’m gonna stop working so much and get back to entertaining myself and who ever else comes along. It’s not just work that shuts me up though. I’m scared to write. I have an audience of friends, family and co-workers. I hardly ever write about my dick anymore. Or my balls for that matter. Or where they go and who they meet. And when was the last time I told a good story about how much I hate my boss? Or what I stole? Or how much coke I sucked up the night before? I haven’t dared to explore a fresh perspective of molestation in months. This virtual community is starting to make me feel Amish. It is time to go for freedom, to use some of the stuff our fighting men have fought and died to keep. Why set that freedom up on a shelf and just look at it? It can go bad. Screw the lid off and let the freedom genie out! Joplin said right when she said “freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose”. I got stuff to lose, but I also have the desire to lay it all on the line, go for broke, do or die time people. Speak from the heart, and every other stop on the chakra line. Let it all out. That’s what it means to have nothing left to lose. Freedom is the moment of clarity that all the golden shackles of professional 3 horsepower blenders and Sirius radio receivers shouldn’t keep us from standing up and saying What the Fuck? and not mincing the sentiment with abbreviation. WTF? exactly. Fucking what the fuck good is that? So to all the WTF’ers out there today, lets make a promise to ourselves and take the time to let each word roll off the tongue with fullness and cherish the way you can put all that emotion into three little words. I love you for it.

Saw this when I dropped my fake walls off at the photo shoot.

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Just got a call that this wall is the wrong color. I’m heading up to Novato to paint it gray. I kinda hate this thing. It looks like it belongs in the haunted house of a traveling carny. The corners of the stones have lips that seem unnatural and they line up to well… Sorry. This was my first attempt and I didn’t take Stagecraft 401 in college…

Sean came up with a great idea. Home Depot should sell beer. Pallets stacked with cases. It’d be their best seller. They could have a V.I.P contractor’s lounge with the Makita tool girls in bikinis with tool belts on serving drinks. What do you with an awesome idea? Blog about it? Doesn’t seem enough.

Here’s some brick wall for your ass, hand carved from styrofoam.

Someone’s figured out how to change the message on the road sign!

Sean and I are making some fake brick walls. It’s just a big sheet of styrofoam with the brick pattern cut out with blue painters tape. Then hold a heat gun over it and the exposed foam shrinks, creating a mortar line. The hard part is the painting.

I remember my Mom had this album when I was a kid. I loved to listen to it. Just the other day Doug showed me the corner where the market used to be. The Chinese family that owned the shop moved on and the sign was stolen in the 1990′s, and then a few years ago the building was renovated. Here’s what it looks like now…

iPhone foto

This is probably only interesting to San Franciscan readers….at a prop rental place here in The City they have the crazy dude’s sign! For those that don’t know, a guy shows up all over town at public events holding a sign like this with variations on intergalactic doom and local politics. Some people have paid him to write a line of advertising on it. Now there’s even a night club named 12 Galaxies in the Mission District. No movie shot in San Francisco should miss their chance to add real local color.

Another in a long list of photo shoots I worked on. The image you will see in a magazine will make you think this is somewhere deep in the country in the middle of an apricot orchard. It’s not. It’s behind a fence in a planned golf/retirement community. Everything is fake in magazines. Only your emotional response to it is real.

Tonight the Flagpoles are playing at The Bottom of the Hill, if anyone wants to stop by and watch our progress.

the food is excellent but the service is slow.