I saw this picture as I was surfing the net. I couldn't really tell what the thing was; next to Cruise's face. But as a small photo, it looked a bit phallic to me. In the larger version; it still looks phallic; but not as much. Still; I found this funny. I'm being juvenile. So, kill me!
Here's the info on the show. Good times.
http://www.theatrebuildingchicago.org/bulletin_148.html
I feel a bit odd posting this next gentleman (truly a gentleman) on my list, cuz I can recall how relatively recently he was a youngster attending his mum's funeral. Plus, he is nearly 10 years younger than I. However, he is of age now (I hope the photo I'm posting is current!). Welcome to the tub; Prince Harry. I'll add no additional info on his specific placement in the tub; as I don't want to upset any fragile sensibilities. Not only is he an extremely handsome (& cute; those rosy red cheeks) guy, but he is kind and decent; and there's always the promise of his apparent wild side just below the surface. Suffice to say; I want him in the tub w/ me and friends. A bit of royal blood in the mix. Why not?
There was also a blurb in the Chicago Tribune today. I'll try to link it, but I promise NOTHING!
http://www.chicagotribune.com/entertainment/stage/chi-0604280340apr28,1,2282269.story
...as far as I know.
I found this by just browsing. Hmmm. I should have been notified!
"There was an optics festival and I wasn't informed?"
http://www.performink.com/Framesets/2frmBody.html
**scroll down to the headline, "Re-adapting with Music..." and press, "Go to story". I tried getting a direct link, but apparently I'm a loser, cuz it didn't work**
I just read this. A Battlestar Galactica prequel series; called Caprica. It's great that the success is making things easier for more creative endeavors, but I feel that these spinoffs start to cheapen the whole thing and make it to...I don't know...big. It's going to lose some of its intimacy and magic. I don't know about this.
http://entertainment.tv.yahoo.com/entnews/eo/20060428/114624528000.html
I've been going back and forth on what the theme is for my script/story. I figure it would be a good thing to know; what w/ the upcoming interviews/pitches I'll be exposing myself to. There's a little bit of "c'est la vie", a bit of curiosity killed the cat, a dash of wasting chances/opportunity knocks, and some "the grass is always greener on the other side".
The other half was listening to NPR on his way home from the office this afternoon. He heard a story/interview about a woman who lived on a houseboat in the middle of the swamp; some 30 years ago. She recently wrote a book about her experiences. The other half found one of her comments particularly interesting and timely. We had been discussing the theme of my story a mere day or two ago. I found the story online; we just listened to it. Here's a link if you're interested:
The next victim for my "stew" first came to my attention when I saw his "duchovny" in the awesome movie, The Rapture. You see it all in that film. It wasn't until later that I "fell in lust" with him completely; my X-Files days. I was knee deep in the show; and not only for its mystery and quality, but for the chance to see David Duchovny each and every week. There was also that classic episode in which we see Mulder in his speedo. Holy cats! That's quite a "duchovny" he was sporting. I recall that when I was on tour w/ a children's theatre; his likeness appeared on the cover of Playgirl. I went through the embarrassment to pick up a copy at Waldenbooks (somewhere in Texas; I'm surprised I wasn't shot!). Imagine my disdain when he didn't show it all in the magazine. What a disappointment! Alas, he is one of the few celebrities that has ever made me feel all crazy-oogy; just the sight of him. Of course that's passed, but I certainly would not pass up the chance to...well you know. If it came up...so to speak.
**not particularly fond of this haircut, but his body is nicely displayed**
I've also posted this photo before, but again, not technically as a hot tub possibility. Of course, he would always have been invited; this just makes it official. Jamie Bamber (Apollo from Battlestar Galactica). Look at the photo! Look! Can you blame me? I think at this time, I'll be flanked in the tub by Mr. Bamber and #13; Chris Evans. I will end up changing my mind at some time. I'll let you know.
I've posted this photo before; but not as one of my sought after hot tub attendees. Chris Evans. We get his naked ass in Not Another Teen Movie and plenty of bare-chested goodness in Fantastic Four (I've only seen the trailer) and Cellular. And he's a good actor. Who knew? Make room boys, he's sitting next to me!
Something Wild is on Comedy Central right now. For those not in the know; it's a road movie; made in '86 by Jonathan Demme (the guy behind Silence of the Lambs and Philadelphia). It's one of my all time favorites, cuz it's offbeat and filled w/ great performances and a super soundtrack. I don't particularly consider it a "comedy"; especially as I watch the final moments of Ray breaking into Charlie's house. It's intense and by no means some sort of hidden, tongue-in-cheek, laughable violence. I'm not reading it wrong. I think it's the whole package that makes the final fight so brilliant; the editing, the music, the set up (the water spraying around the bathroom is jarring and uncomfortable). I don't care what anyone says; Melanie Griffith is a good actress; especially in this film and most definitely in those final moments. Equally as good is Ray Liotta and Jeff Daniels. While the majority of the movie is kooky and fun, this scene is horrifying and realistic. The actors completely sell it. The close-ups of Charlie and Ray in Ray's last moments alive are raw and creepy. In the background is Lulu (Audrey) sobbing. It's all so heart-wrenching. Wow. A wonderful piece of filmmaking and totally unexpected in an already spectacular film that up to that point was relatively light.
Our evening excursion; 10-29-05. No one was out. We seemingly had the park to ourselves. Some of the photos didn't turn out (they're not here), but we had a super night. Halloween was in the air. And the raccoons were out in full force. I don't recall if I ever posted these; so if I did; who the hell cares? You, my avid readers of 0? 0? 0? 0? Echo. Echo. Echo. You get the idea. It makes no difference. I'm just trying to clean out my computer. Enjoy.
Left: All of the change we found on our walk; for the "Lucky Jar".
Left: The clock tower in the park; near the raccoon habitat.
Left: Our tribute to The Blair Witch Project.
Left: The totem pole in the park; just across Lake Shore Drive.
Left: Raccoons, raccoons, everywhere. Let's all have a bite...of cheesy poofs. Some other folks had a bag full. The racoons looooved them!
Some photos from the other half's and my recent visit to the observation deck @ the Hancock Tower in our fabulous city. Enjoy!
Perhaps not.
I have a splitting headache.
I'm tired of being unemployed.
I went to my temp agency today and went through the Power Point tutorial. I'm practically an expert. Hmm.
I'm ready to have a regular "schedule" again.
I'm in a funky-ass mood today. Wish it would go away.
I have zero motivation right now.
I still have to recount my brother's visit and the items contained w/in that time; on this very blog.
We have red pillows on our "pseudo couch".
I'm not a good at making the effort to see live theatre.
I've found a third screenwriting contest to submit my work.
My agent confirmed that they don't handle screenwriters; apparently only novelists.
I'm considering a rummage sale to pare down all of the crap I own. Lighten the load.
I get stomach cramps (pinecones) when I get stressed.
I'm super excited to get back into my show's circle. We had rehearsal last night; and it was awesome.
Once again, I'm in a funky-ass mood.
Hmmm.
Bruce Spence as The Gyro Captain in The Road Warrior. One of the most lovable, memorable sidekick roles; he's goofy, loyal and sympathetic. We love him as he's abused by Max; as he shows bits of that infrequent humanity; while watching the rape and murder of the would-be escapees, as he is made to suffer at the hands of "dog", and the joy on his face when he has to use his precious snakes to assist in the rebellion. Kudos to Bruce Spence on a job well done.
"Empty? That's dishonest...low."
Last night the other half and I watched Millions. It's the latest film from Danny Boyle (the man behind Shallow Grave, 28 Days Later and Trainspotting). It follows a 7 year old kid named Damian, his kind, decent soul and deep belief in saints and the miracles they produce. One day; a huge bag of money falls from the sky. He and his family must figure out what to do w/ it; as the Euro will be replacing all of the money w/in a few days; making it useless. In addition; the "owner" of the money comes-a-lookin. Wacky, funny, touching and at times quite scary. It had some tinges of Tim Burton; including a sometimes Danny Elfman-type score. I was my usual blubbering mess; and there were ample scenes that invoked my tears. It's a wonderful movie and I recommend you see it immediately. That's a recommendation to my avid readers of 0. :) Of particular interest; the halos, Joseph's donkey and play appearance, the playful building of the family's home and Damian's meeting with his mum. Lordy!
Finally, I found a picture worthy of the hotness that is Tom Welling. Smallville's Clark Kent. I kept up on this show for the first season; but then moved on. Truthfully, the main thing I miss is the chance to see him half naked each and every week. Let me also reiterate that his shirtless scenes in The Fog remake were the only moments worth an ounce of my time (or yours). He's almost too pretty to even fantasize about. He's married too. Alas.
I first "fell in love" with our next hot tub honoree when he appeared in the 80's vampire treat; Near Dark. The jawline; the eyes and the incredible five o'clock shadow (not pictured here). Enjoy; Adrian Pasdar.
Both in My Chauffeur and in the classic cheese-fest Flash Gordon; Sam Jones is nothing to take lightly. Mmmm-hmmm. I always get a bit jealous watching Aura (Ornella Muti) making out w/ Flash in the film. Then Deborah Foreman gets to do him in My Chauffeur. I'm a bit embarrassed to say (oh who the hell cares?) that I have seen some of his photos from his Playgirl spread in the 70's; before he hit the screens in Flash Gordon. May I reiterate that he REALLY is nothing to take lightly. Ahem. Forgive my recent perverted blogs; but ever since my FL trip; I've been trying to actually make a real list for my celebrity hot tub. The conversations w/ fellow castmates and tour folk got my brain working overtime. So, that's why I'm sharing this w/ the world. Plus, it gets my priorities in order. Here's Sam.
"Because I like you."
This is Steven Bauer; from the 80's movie gem Thief of Hearts. I've seen him in very little else; so I can't comment on his looks in other roles; but DAMN he is fine in this one. See the movie (you get a brief glance @ his junk) mainly for the great 80's soundtrack, and also for the moment he takes Mickey (Barbara Williams) out on his boat in San Francisco Bay. He lovingly (in an absolutely hot closeup) rubs suntan lotion over his chest; moving down a tad past the line of his trousers. Wowza! He's always had an open invite to my hot tub party; ever since I saw this film @ a young age. Although I didn't know why I liked the movie sooooo much 'til later on in life.
Take a look @ the tasty Paul Walker. Need I say more? He's scored an automatic invite w/ this photo. Good heavens; I'm objectifying so many men. Oh well, what are you gonna do? I've opened this can of worms (so to speak) and there'll be no stopping me now!
Michael Biehn. He's handsome/hot/buff in a bevy of roles (and they happen to be some of my favorite movies). The Terminator, The Abyss, The Seventh Sign, Aliens and the TV movie creeper; Deadly Intentions. Check him out! Nummy. The hot tub awaits.
The Sleeping Ugly cast got together on Wednesday night to read through the script again; complete w/ changes and a new song. We were all informed that the kids from our shows in Coral Springs had sent us letters; on their way. Apparently, the favored character in the show was Colleen's portrayal of Miserella. Claps. However, the favored overall moment/gag was the forced removal of my shirt. Glad I could provide a laugh to you kids. I'll be in part-time therapy until the show ends; and once we close...well, let's just say my papers for admittance to a very special place with padded walls; will be in order.
...of info.
The audition this early afternoon was quick. The photographer took about 10 shots of each guy. I was about 6/7th in line. When I called my agent upon my return home, she said it was a good idea I went when I did. Probably later in the day, there would be a mad rush and I would have waited a long time. The call was anytime from noon to 6pm; the poor photographer. She was probably doing about 30 guys an hour; based on how fast she was moving. The photographer said she had seen my headshot before and really liked it, asking me where it was done. I of course told her it was the glorious Suzanne Plunkett (plug, plug). She said she had used it as an example; I'm assuming as a good example. Too who (whom?) I don't really know. The other gents at the cattle call were quite varied in age and type. There were a few younger than me; some older. Some quite hot (so obviously gay!), and others more "character-y"; like me. I think I'm lucky; cuz my look never screams "gay", which I think leaves me open to more kinds of roles. That is til I talk; y'know? Fabuloussssss. We were asked to mostly smile and at one point pretend we were saying, "Oh shit!" and then as if we were winning a hand at poker w/ our buddies.
God I hope I get it. I hope I get it. How many people does she need?
I found this floating around on my computer. I will place it here, and then delete it from my computer; thereby making more room there; but still preserving this ode to my talent.
It's a review from Who's That Doctor?; a show I did several years ago w/ Hi-Volt.
Enjoy.
WHO'S THAT DOCTOR?, Hi-Volt Theatre Company, at Stage Left Theatre. Half-assed production values, story lines, and special effects are so central to BBC sci-fi that a parody of such programs does bloody well to play the fool at every turn. This send-up of cult favorite Dr. Who, staged by Harry Bauer, has the buffoonery down, from anthropomorphic space monsters to fashion-victim villainwear to dawdling teleplay; best is disaffected stagehand Mr. Bottles, stomping on- and offstage midscene to change backdrops or reorient robotic sidekick K9. Some of the sketchiness is unaffected--two brand-new episodes go up every weekend--and the whole approach is intentionally loose and unpretentious. But while often amusing, the installment I saw was generally too distant from its targets to develop a comic groove, making the interruptions most of the entertainment. ¶ An episode starring more recognizable baddies, like Daleks or Cybermen, might be more fun--and both are scheduled for later appearances. (This one's endearingly lame giant bugs, despite a commanding performance by Alexander Monical, didn't pack much punch.) But some portrayals were exceptional: Sean Sinitski's Doctor, handsomely costumed in scarf and curls a la fourth doctor Tom Baker (the Sean Connery of the franchise), gave a clever, measured performance that also recalled little-known seventh doctor Sylvester McCoy, and Karyn Morris was fine as "assistant" Vickie-Jane. Eric Roach was a standout as Bottles, and Michael Klug made a showstopping appearance as downbeat fifth doctor Peter Davison. But the rest--particularly Chris Mathews's approximate Master--offered more likable silliness than focused mockery. --Brian Nemtusak
I have yet to recount brother Tom's visit. He left on Wednesday morning. So much to say; and right now; no energy to do it. It's on its way.
You, meaning me. I'm in a weird mood. One of those ultra-sensitive moods. Nit-picky, neurotic (more than usual), and worry-warty. So many non-words. Perhaps I'm just tired. Ugh. Maybe if I had a dog; my world would be less stressful. Are you reading this boy?
Kurt Russell. In Captain Ron, he's in bikini underwear almost the entire time. In Breakdown, he's yuppie, clueless hot. In general; he always looks super good and what a pair of eyes. But, I would ultimately choose him to join in my hot tub cavorting as Escape From New York's Snake Plissken. He's badass and that snake tattoo twirling up from his nether regions promises ample goods hidden below. "Call me Snake." Yes sir. Whatever you want sir! Just get in the damn tub.
I went to my temp agency today; to put some time in to learning Excel. I spent about 3 hours going through their tutorial and then retook my test. It was a marked improvement. Yeah. Tomorrow I return to teach myself PowerPoint. I will be made marketable.
I had gathered up a large coin-purse of loose change; little knowing that the nickels and dimes I would use to take the train back; would not be accepted by the machine. Whatever. So, I decided to walk home. It was a beautiful day. For those in the know, I walked from Dearborn/Washington in the Loop; all the way home; to Irving Park and Lake Shore Drive. It's a long way, but I had a blast. However, my legs are now ready to removed and put away in some cold storage facility. I'm guessing it was about 4 miles of walking. I feel so on top of things.
I got home to find I was called for an audition tomorrow. It's a print ad for a beer company. If I get it, it will shoot next week and I will be paid well.
I also found out from my agent that they do have a literary division. They told me to come in next week; and I can discuss the situation w/ them.
This is a dream I had a few nights ago. What I recall is that I was in some diner in the middle of nowhere; a dark wooded area. There were several people there; all part of our party. Among the guests; me, the other half and George Romero. I had the opportunity to chat w/ George (I'll put it out there now; that I'll be on a first name basis w/ him eventually), and I was pitching my script to him. At some point, there appeared to be zombies skulking about outside the diner windows. Of course I got a bit antsy, and told George that I had already told the other half that I would never want to be placed on Scare Tactics (for those not in the know, it's a TV show where friends set up other friends in life/death terror situations). If I were placed in a "zombie" situation, I would freak out and probably end up killing someone with a bludgeon meant for a zombie skull. So, friends beware; don't try it! You'll have a scandal on your hands. :) Anyway, I told Romero this and at that moment, two zombies approached from the kitchen area of the diner; veiled in shadow. I stood up, prepping myself with my karate expertise (or not).
As they came into the light; it was revealed to be Stacy and Clinton from TLC's What Not To Wear. I had been set up.
Once Stacy and Clinton made their appearance, I looked to George, who handed me the Visa card for my new wardrobe. I then turned to the other half and asked what was this all about; I don't dress that shabbily. He said it was all about my zombie t-shirts. I explained that I don't wear them that often and that was the end of the dream.
What a combo; a diner in the middle of a deserted woods; Stacy and Clinton mocking my wardrobe; zombies attacking at the windows, and George Romero having to sit through my script pitch when all he was meant to do was hand me a credit card. Hmmm. What does it all mean?
Yeah, so? Think about it. Let's get past the constant tabloid appearances, the sometimes over exposure, etc. Think back to when most of us first saw him...Thelma & Louise. Those abs (pictured here) and that brief glimpse of his absolutely fine ass. Damn. I mean Damn! Seriously, DAMN!
Ike Barinholtz of MADTV. He's funny, cute, and has a hot body to boot. A hot body; for a hot tub party! I guess I'm on a MADTV kick; cuz I'm watching it right the heck now. No more from this show...for now! Welcome aboard Ike! Enjoy the ride!
Simon Baker. I knew who he was; but it wasn't until I saw George A. Romero's Land of the Dead; that I developed a crush on him and decided that he was a worthy addition to my cultural hottie stew. In addition to his hot self in my hot tub, he would provide ample networking opportunities; having worked w/ Romero. Always thinking; am I. He could do it all!
I think he's hot. There, I said it! I wouldn't want to have him in full-out Stuart mode, but, I would certainly make room for him in my hot tub. In addition to his height (you tall drink of water!), he would provide ample comic relief (not by being naked; I'm not saying that). Welcome to the hot tub; Michael McDonald of MADTV.
Friend Jessica has taken it upon herself to list her top 50 (?) fave hot celebrity men. I will now start my list of "hot tub" hot men to join me in the stew. Be forewarned that my hot tub has no size restrictions. The men will also appear in no particular order. However, many of my men will be for specific roles. Some I don't find particularly tasty outside of certain parts. So, that will be noted. Let's begin, shall we?
Listed first is Neal McDonough. I first found him drool-worthy in Star Trek: First Contact as Lt. Hawk. Those eyes... He's also worth a good long look in Minority Report.
...or at least one of them. The first screenwriting contest's deadline is Friday. My script was sent out today. All positive vibes are appreciated. The announcements are in August. Yes, August. Ugh.
Saturday night, the other half and I watched the US/Jennifer Connelly version of Dark Water. Nothing spectacular, but good while we were watching; and it actually had a fun twisty ending. Didn't see it coming. Don't drink the water.
We also watched The Chumscrubber. It's an all star cast; headlined by Jamie Bell (Billy Elliot). It's part Happiness, part extreme Desperate Housewives, and part Donnie Darko. It's a suburban tale of teenage woe. It's funny, touching and disturbing. A real gem. Among the other cast members; Glenn Close, Ralph Fiennes, an awesome Rita Wilson, Carrie Anne Moss, Rory Culkin, and Alison Janney. Very good stuff!
We went to our Evanston theatre w/ friend Kate to see Slither. Pretty bad, but exactly what I expected. It was nice to see Michael Rooker (Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer) in the cast. Maybe a couple of good laughs, and a couple of "boo" moments, but otherwise; quite lame. Afterward we had a nice dinner @ Prairie Moon. Good to hang w/ Kate since we haven't seen her in quite awhile. Hi Kate!
We found two of these little...footstools? I guess @ Urban Outfitters. They were marked from $50.00 all the way down to $5.00 a piece. So we got 'em; without really knowing where we would put them. They actually work quite well under our nightstand tables. They're fun!
This is something that the other half concocted and I carried out. It's our blue wall underneath, w/ a gold circle painted on; then covered by a mirror frame (mirror removed) and then a tiny camel (it's 3-d) mounted in the middle. Pretty cool, I think.
I was cleaning house today; in preparation for my younger brother's arrival. It's been eons since our master bedroom has had a good deep cleaning, so I decided to take some photos to celebrate the occasion. Probably repeat photos, but nonetheless, here they are. Plus, dust collects so rapidly in our condo, I could easily deep clean at least twice a week to keep up. But we all know that's not going to happen!
