I’ve been scratching my brain’s head against the wall of mediocrity, wondering what sort of mash-up I could possibly make that could beat up your kid’s mash-up. Something so overwhelmingly all-encompassing that your Grandma’s ding dong Burt Reynolds. That’s right.
At any rate, this is the best I could come up with:
Ha ha, yeah, I saw your note earlier. Sorry ‘bout that, I should have elaborated more. The credit was for the Check It Out! “short film” they’ve been showing at the beginning of $BDM. Funny thing is, I didn’t even work on that episode…sorry, “short film.”
Got my first, non-extra, big-budget (billion dollar, in fact) film cred today…sort of. I wonder if there’s an Oscar for that? Totally unexpected and unwarranted. T&E are the bestest-est!
My adult anthem. Thanks to the pissed-off folks for sporting their solidarity today! I only wish the majority stood with me 10 years ago…oh well, better late than never. Hold strong and don’t allow any douchebags the opportunity to consolidate your values—party systems are for the weak and frightened. Singularity can’t be forced, if that’s, in fact, your bag. It’s not my bag personally, I’m more of a don’t-fuck-with-me-and-I-won’t-eat-your-mom kind of guy. Regardless, we can do much better as a species with the resources we currently have.
Almost forgot—fuck the government, greed, and sports! And also Boo Berry cereal for deceiving me in my youth. Seriously, have you tried it lately? Taste like the shit from Paula Deen’s armpit sphincter. What a ho-bag.
This is insanely amazing! Huzzah, Prof. Guy Deutscher and company! Huzzah, indeed.
Now break out that hover board already.
Three and a Half Plus One Musketeers
I worked on this spot for adult swim. I love commercials! The movie looks super-rad with all the exploding stuff, and the lady on cables, and a big, fat-ass floating cupcake that spits tobacco…no wait, that last one was something actually worth a shit. I haven’t seen a 3-D flick since the 1st run of Captain EO and I’m not going to ruin that awesome experience with this watered-down version of suicide. Wake me when this movie is future fuel.
Seriously though, it’s always awesome working with the adult swim folks. Please, don’t hold them accountable for the rubbish that pays the bills. The puppets were super-fun to caricatur-ize. They initially wanted mouth mechs on all of them but with little more than a week for the whole production, the best they got was turning heads. The costume wizard, the very talented Scottie Rowell, dressed these guys in a week as well.
The talent that went into puppeteering for the spot was overkill. I brought in some of the finest puppeteers around for a couple seconds of airtime. I was that pious butthole fella, Aramis. He didn’t have to do much, which was cool for me because my wicked Scope hangover had me a bit sluggish. I guess I should switch back to huffing Aqua Net. I barely met the 10am deadline/call time the day of the shoot. To sum up the experience, a handful 12-14hr days, a couple 18hr days, a 20hr day, and bright, fleece-riddled boogers for the few days following. Me and my tired head were glad the shoot was only 6 hours deep. Thanks to my ol’ lady, Whatsherface, for jumping in head first at the last minute and thanks to Authority Films for making this kind of puppet makery tolerable.
Milla Jovovich is tanked by 11am every day she’s on set. I still have that b topped by a solid hour. Maybe hot, but she’s a pussy-drunk.
