Saturday, January 30, 2016

Saturday Morning Flashback—TV Funhouse: Shazzang!

It's strange to think that this debuted over a decade ago: May 14, 2005. (I didn't have to look that up!)

Priceless. My favorite TV Funhouse.

EDIT: In case that damn YouTube video won't play for you, try below...

Friday, January 29, 2016

The Long Hike from the G-Train to Brooklyn Stages, 4 Days After the Snowstorm

Test driving an iPhone "steadicam" type device that a good friend gifted me for my 40th birthday, which requires some practice.

(Sorry, the thought of being in my 40s still curdles my blood.)

Last weekend's storm shut down what was supposed to be our last day of shooting. So now we're supposed to be shooting tomorrow (Saturday). And possibly even Sunday. This was supposed to be a little 3-day shoot and now it's been extended. I'm guessing at least another week of the obnoxious daily trek depicted in the video above.

T. G. I. F.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Why Monopoly is a Terrible Game

How to Win at Monopoly and Lose All Your Friends

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

The Ziegfeld Has a Posse

Ziegfeld Theatre

The Ziegfeld has a posse.

I went to so many big event movies there back in the day. It was THE place to go. I might try to see Star Wars there before it shutters.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Near-Death in Greenpoint

I almost watched a drunk Polish man get run over by the G-train tonight.

Look. I'm on a short movie gig right now. Additional photography for a Jodie-Foster-directed movie called, inexplicably, "Money Monster". Shooting in the middle of fucking nowhere in Greenpoint, Crooklyn.

It's a three day goddamn shoot so it should be the definition of a short-term employment, but the three days are happening Thursday through Saturday THIS WEEK... and we've got a snowstorm a'brewin' this weekend, kiddies!

So. Thursday night, headin' home, I decide to pick up a bottle of whiskey at the local Greenpoint liquors emporium before I hop on the subway.

Greenpoint, if you're not familiar, has a robust Polish community. And while I'm at this Polish liquor store, this extremely inebriated Polish man slouched in and purchased some liquor just ahead of me. He was slurring his words and moving with great effort. As I paid for my bottle of Tullamore Dew, the liquor store proprietors and I watched the drunken Polish man work with great effort to exit through the front door — as if pulling this door open and slipping outside were the equivalent of solving a Rubik's Titty-Fucking Cube.

I put the man out of my mind as I descended into the G-train station and waited on the Queens-bound side.

A heartbeat before a G-train pulled into the Brooklyn-bound side across the way --


There was basically no time to do anything except holler out in horror as the train barreled into the station...

... and screeched to a stop a few yards before the fallen man.

The inebriated Polish man I'd just seen buying liquor at Mr. Magorium's Polish Liquor Emporium.

I had narrowly missed seeing this man get turned into subway lubricant but though the train had stopped short of killing him — he was now flopping about the nasty THIRD RAIL, continuing to flirt with a grisly ending.

There must have been some Polish Fairy Godmother looking after this poor drunkard soul because he somehow managed to survive getting flattened and electrocuted during my trip home from work this evening. The train conductor exited his metal subterranean steed, descended upon the tracks and made sure the man was all right and brought back up to the platform before he returned to the train and brought it fully into the station. Photo above taken once the train had fully pulled into the stop.