farewell two thousand nine

What an interesting year 2009 was. It marked the end of the first quarter of everything. I guess the first quarter of anything is a time to get a feel for what your competition's about. Competition being life in this context. My first quarter was spent making mistakes, pushing boundaries, making more mistakes, completely failing, coping with being a failure then rising from the ashes like a fiery phoenix heading into a thunder storm. 2009 was my first year as a professional anything. I had responsibilities. People counted on me for things. I made decisions that affected my life. I felt important... at times. Mostly useless... but sometimes important. I guess I spent 2009 growing up.

what. a. trip.

I think overall though... I kicked 2009's ass. I set sail at the end of 2008 with a list of accomplishments and I returned with goods to work with. I set the groundwork for what's ahead and 2010 is feeling like the feeling I get when seeing Vegas in the horizon after the drive through the desert and after losing half my money at Primm. Luxor never looked brighter.

I'm really gonna give it to 2010. I'm going to make 2010 wash her face and not let her apply lotion afterwards. I'm going to take 2010 to Knotts Berry Farm and not buy her a pickle. I'm going to make 2010 stare at the sun without blinking. I'm not going to scratch 2010's back when it itches. I'm going to make 2010 run 5 miles without breathing through her mouth. I'm going to kick 2010 in her shins until she says stop, then kick it again. I'm going to tell 2010 I love her and say just kidding. I'm going to make 2010 turn vegan then put meat products in her food. I'm going to tell 2010 she's fat. I'm going to diarrhea on 2010's bed. I'm going to break all the lead in 2010's lead pencils. I'm going to give 2010 a hard time for being lactose intolerant. I'm going to make 2010 wish it was 2009 again. I'm going to get 2010 pregnant then tell her I'm her biological brother.

2009 wasn't all that bad though.

10 things I loved about 2009:

1. Doing my own taxes.

2. Droooooid.

3. The Ellen hook up.

4. Stoning Eurydice.

5. Stratovolcanoe becoming the best band ever.

6. Hearting my job.

7. 3 miles in 22 minutes. 6 miles in 47. no big deal.

8. www.theraymondlee.com coming up on the first page when searching "Raymond Lee"

9. Learning I love children.

10. New York.

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But on the real 2009 helped me to realize nothing is anything if it's without love. If it wasn't for the love and support of those closest to me nothing would work, nothing would matter. It's my love for you and for what I do and what I believe in that keeps me afloat.

My goal for 2010 is to spread more love.

Love my mom.

Love my friends.

Love my GOD.

the up and up

Although I've been prompted to do so, I am am not strictly writing because of Ms. (soon to be Mrs.) Jenny's orders. And while I average a post or two a month, the month of November came and went without any recognition. I'm glad someone had noticed. And although I had mentioned when starting this blog that it would serve more as a catalogue of my thoughts rather than a blog to be read, I can't help but wanting to write something relevant for the few who do stop by. Call it my hunger for approval but I don't like writing without a purpose. Or direction.

Let me just say that I have never spent a month so conflicted in my entire life than this previous one. I know for a fact November 2009 has changed my life forever but it's too soon to speculate as to what form it's taking upon. Had I written something and posted it in this public forum for the six of you who read this, you would be just as conflicted as I while staring at your blinking cursor in the empty comment box mining for some meaningful commentary on my situation. So in all reality I did it for you. I saved you from awkwardness. You're welcome.

In a clam shell, it was a month filled with many hours spent: staring out the window, laughing alone, crying with others, too much exercise, too much coffee, too many movies, not enough sleep and one too many cigarettes. At first look this may be the list of someone who may need the assistance of a "don't jump" team but don't be alarmed. Behind this rueful exterior stands a man inspired. If there is one thing I've come to learn about myself is the fact that my inspiration thrives on misery. Not to say that I'm happy when I'm not, or the other way around, but I am in my happiest state when I am inspired. So am I happy now? Yes.

While on the topic of keeping current with my insides allow me to stay current with my outsides as well. I've attained my goal of 2009 of becoming eligible to joined SAG. By the time October rolled around I began thinking of postponing this goal but luckily that wasn't necessary. I managed to book a Verizon commercial which is currently airing now! I was Taft-Hartley-ed. When I first saw myself on national television I admit I squealed. Then I ran around my restaurant asking everyone if they had saw it to validate but no one had. Upon minutes to updating my status on facebook my buddy Christine managed to find the commercial and sent it over. And for those of you who have yet to see it... tada!

There I am in the first few seconds! I am shamelessly happy about this and I thank everyone who showed me love. This is just the start. I've set my goals for 2010 and you'll only be finding out about it once it's been overcome, much like this instance.

But seriously. I love you all. Seriously.

Message Nuggets of Love

I know that when my dog shits in my room I've done something wrong. It could be anything from forgetting to give her a treat on my way out to turning on the vacuum without proper warning. It's always a guessing game. I begin to reflect on the day and the days prior because sometimes she holds it in. She may drop a dookie today then again three days later just to let me know she hasn't forgotten. It usually has to do with neglect and I understand. I've had thoughts about shitting on people's things after being ignored or laughed at. Only if getting even was as easy as cleaning up after a 12 pound pug.

My dog, Cookie, she's old and it shows. Her whiskers have grayed, her coat's lost its luster and her eyes don't sparkle anymore due to her cataracts. I read somewhere that cataracts often appear to have a crushed ice appearance. I don't know but eye's being described as having a crushed iced appearance is incredibly disturbing to me. In addition to her impaired vision she's deaf in one ear. It's cute to yell for her from the kitchen and see her run into my room because my room is what she associates my voice with but at the same time excruciating to witness a deteriorating dog wander about. Since she is unable to articulate images and sounds she's forced to rely mostly on her sense of smell and touch. To show affection through playing catch is a lost cause and so is baby-talking her. She needs affection through attention to know she still serves a purpose and when she's deprived of that she shits in my room. I used to get furious after stepping on a hot one, barefooted, in the dark, and I used to scare some more brownies out of her to let her know but that's when I didn't understand the message she was trying to get across. The bitch has her tendencies as a bitch but I no longer find her shit as offensive as I used to. I now consider them message nuggets of love.

She turns 11 sometime this month. Forgive me for not knowing the actual date but it's ok because my mom knows. We usually buy her a new sweater for the winter and she usually likes them. You would think with all that fur on top of fat a sweater would render useless but again, she's got her tendencies as a bitch.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY COOKIE

How much do you make?

Has anyone ever asked a homeless person how much they make?

I did yesterday and I think I'm going to make a habit of it. At first I thought it would be a rude thing to ask considering their situation but now I've somehow convinced myself into thinking that this is a viable question. I mean, why not? I think that's one of the mildest questions you could ask a homeless person considering how many questions I actually have for them. I could ask them, how did you end up here? Or, how often do you bathe? Or maybe even, what would you do with a million dollars? I suppose questions like that are a bit more personal and need some warming up to but asking about daily wages seems like a good place to start for me. Sure, they may be caught off guard, perhaps even offended but I think that's nothing compared to amount of guilt they make me feel all the time for not compromising parking money. The worst is when they catch me eating and they're holding up a "I'm hungry" sign. I sort of see it as donating to a cause. Shouldn't you know how much this organization is making if you're investing in it? What if they're making tons of dough posting up at a high volume location like the Alvarado exit and they don't even need my money? I'd rather give it to the older dude who wants to be alone squatting somewhere in Eagle Rock where he's making enough for a churro. And when I say "tons of dough" it's with the understanding that it's relative to the situation of course. I don't know maybe I was wrong to ask but I was feeling a bit feisty at the time and my curiosity got the best of me.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"How much do you make?"

Pause.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, a day... around how much do you make on average... here." (referencing his post)

"Well, it's just about enough to survive."

"So... like... how much is that?"

"Well, it beat's having a real job. I don't like working for anyone."

"So... is it around minimum wage... or more?"

"I don't even know how much minimum wage is."

"It's 8 dollars and hour."

"I just need enough to eat."

Then the light turned green and I drove off with the change I had planned on giving him still clutched in my hand. He never really answered my question. I wasn't sure in his inflection whether I had heard modesty or irritation but it sure made me wonder. A whole list of questions began to compile in my head. How long do you work? If you take a break to go eat and if someone swoops up on your spot are you like "awww... hell nah." I wanted to ask everything but it wasn't worth holding up traffic. Maybe some follow up questions are in order so maybe I'll visit him again. He was a fairly young guy which made me think even more. He seemed to be all there and present so what's his deal? So curious now...

(not the dude. just random picture)

The Usual Suspects

07-10-2009

THE MAN-EATING CARNI

THE DOE-EYED MONSTER

ANGEL FACE DOLL BOY

harassing a town near you...

Busy Being Busy

Hello friends!

It's been a while since my last post and much has happened since then. New job, new cities, new stories, new news. For starters, I've been hired to serve at a little establishment called Katsuya. It's at the DTLA location in LA LIVE. It seems like only yesterday when I posted my Farm post about me no longer being unemployed. Since then I've been blessed with not only a second job but longevity of a commercial that has seen second life, therefore resulting in a second paycheck. Well technically, I'm holding down four jobs. I know, right? WOAH. So I'm working The Farm at lunch, Katsuya at dinner, concert productions on the weekends and also my full time job of continually developing my career as an actor. The past two months have been dedicated to some serious restructuring and planning but somehow I've managed to squeeze in a little trip to New York with Bunny. And yes, it was my first time revisiting my city of birth since, well, since I was born. NY was amazing but I'll get into that later when I post pictures. This post will be a little recap to set up future posts to come.

So yea... busy busy.

New job: Katsuya, which has been a handful as far as numerous interviews, training and things as far as remembering 40 new names are concerned. Straight up, their standard of excellence is unparalleled to any place I've ever worked. This place is run like a machine with virtually no room to settle for anything less than perfection. Considering the type of person I am, which is completely imperfect and notoriously "chill", Katusya should be the last place where I should be working. Right? Wrong. What trumps my imperfection is my competitive fire that burns to destroy whatever I don't think I can do. I hate losing, although it happens a lot, I still hate it, and when I see myself not up to par with whatever's going on I take it upon myself to claw my way to the top. This sort of burden comes accompanied with a good amount of night terrors and hair loss but it's all good because I can always find solace in screaming into my pillow in the bathroom. But seriously... everyone there's been extremely helpful and eager to get me up and on the floor. I hope this can be the beginning of something wonderful much like The Farm has been.

Other stuff:

- Booked a role in a short! (i punch a girl in the face)

- Joined an awesome cast to shoot our pilot! (more info to come)

- Stratovolcanoe had our first gig! (with another ahead real soon)

- Wrote a children's play for church (entitled "Rock Out With Your Croc Out")

- Finished Dexter season 3! (yes)

Well... that's all I can think of for now.

& thanks Arthur.. couldn't have done it without you.

Next post will be all about New York!

TNBC- you so good to me

I've been doing some serious reminiscing tonight. My buddy Troy sent me a link of the Jimmy Fallon show with guest Mark-Paul Gosselaar, who as you may know was/is Zack Morris. He did his interview as Zack Morris. Pretty epic I'd say. This made me revisit the shows that have helped shape me in my most formative years.

***

There came an age where it wasn't cool to watch cartoons anymore or at least talk about it with your friends. You no longer wanted to get up at 7am to watch yet another rerun of Garfield & Friends and Bobby's World was a world you became all too familiar with. The ThunderCats animation was falling behind and seriously who could stand to watch Animaniacs for longer than three minutes at a time. During this time some fell into the hapless world of Power Rangers and VR Troopers. Shows I saw as loser shows. Why? Because my friends said so. So what was a pre-pubescent, post-cartoon lad supposed to do? Luckily, the good folks of NBC knew exactly what market they were targeting when unleashing the furious TNBC lineup that couldn't have arrived any sooner. This lineup was the lineup to end all lineups in the lineup world, forever.

If my memory serves me correctly your Saturday morning began at 10am with Saved by the Bell. Do I really have to say anything about this show that hasn't been said already? It was the greatest show with the greatest characters in the world, forever. It was followed up by Hang Time.

Now I never really liked this show but ALWAYS ended up watching it. I remember hearing the intro and singing along to it wondering why the heck this was on. And now I think it was the catchy intro that hooked me into the show. I thought Julie was pretty but of course she was a mere poop in comparison to Kelly Kapowski. And I thought Teddy was a cool dude. But other than that I think I just watched it because I didn't want to miss any of California Dreams.

What a show that was. Tiffani was insanely cute. Sam Woo wasn't. I hated her for replacing Jenny. That "Don't give it uuuup, don't wanna stop" was her part and Sam took it. I wanted to work at Sharkey's because of Tony Wicks and I wanted to sucker punch Sly every episode. I fell in love with each of them for different reasons but most importantly I learned that multi-ethnic bands could exist in a television world full of white people.

Then came NBA Inside Stuff which is a show they should seriously still have. That's all I'll say about that one.

***

I was supposed to go to bed early tonight. Ugh.. I still can't believe this all went down 15 years ago. Nuts. Goodnight loves.

PS

I forgot to thank all those who made it out to EURYDICE. Seriously thank you guys SO SO SO much for supporting what I'm doing with my life. Your attendance, feedback and encouragement only pushes me to work harder at what I'm doing. I really love you guys and know that I won't be taking any steps backwards as long as ya'll are always standing behind me.

Much Love

P E A C E

&

This.. A sketch with Daheli Hall of MADtv!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dmBIIX6alM

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www.theraymondlee.com

UP is my website my website is UP!

Hello everyone!

I hope everyone is well.  I know I've been away for a short while and I'm sure you've all been wondering, what's Raymond been up to lately?  Well, quite frankly, a whole lotta nothing.  Since closing Eurydice 3 weeks ago, I've been taking advantage of my recovered weekends.  Besides going for jogs along the reservoir, I've been hustlin' for money the only way pimps know how.  Sellin' t-shirts on the sidewalk son.  No but seriously... I'll be somewhere on Figueroa and Olympic selling Lakers shirts on game nights so hit me up.  On my break I'll be picking up tables at the Farm so swing by.  This is the life I've chosen.  Don't judge.

But heyeyey.. check out my website!

www.THERAYMONDLEE.com

Yea.. THERAYMONDLEE was the one I settled on.  I think I (we) could've done a lot better but hey if you have a creative suggestion alls I have to do is buy another domain name so please suggest away.  I promise there will be something in it for you.

It's a pretty bare bone website but I'm still very proud of it nevertheless because I did all by my lonesome!  Bookmark it and please keep checking back because I will be updating often.

Thank you for your continued support and stay up!

listening::  Anthony Hamilton - Comin' From Where I'm From

reading::  Tipping Point - Malcolm Gladwell

A Quick Thought...

I guess I can't say that I'm not glad Lakers finally put the Rockets away but what a pathetic series it was.  No?  Was anyone else yawning through their seven games besides me?  While Boston and Orlando were going to into double overtimes, trading huge shots after another and while Lebron and his army were ruthlessly blazing through their competition compiling one of the best highlight playoff dvd's ever, Lakers were floundering about, barely being able to keep up with a team without their two franchise players.  Besides Aaron Brooks they were a bunch of sloppy nothings.  It was the equivalent of playing a group of undersized Jr. High kids who just wanted it more than we did.   Losing to them was so annoying and winning was like, "Yea, of course, we should've won."  Just SO annoying.  I would've had no problems if Lakers got knocked out in game seven because quite frankly, we didn't deserve it.  It's hard to root for a team that has taken upon the qualities of it's surrounding people when those people consist of rich celebrities who barely know the sport who've come to be entertained rather than to cheer.  Fans on the floor seldom get up and look a fool for any reason because they know they're on camera and would be on the "Where are they now" section in Star Magazine and would rather be caught laughing and canoodling than screaming DE-FENSE.  That "impress me" attitude is so lame.  And I feel that the Lakers have taken upon this "you're not as good as us so we we're not really going to try and beat you anyways," mentality.  That's not the sort of team I like to root for.  Well, I guess that's why were Showtime.  We do put on a killer show when we put our game faces on.  I just wish it wasn't something we could ever take off.

Favorite picture of the series.

Stay sexy ya'll..

Steve Martin and me

So I went to work today, business as usual, just another day at the Farm.  Or so I thought.  

As I was clocking in I was immediately notified of a VIP party of 30 I would be commandeering around closing time.  Hollerrr!  Not only do I get overtime but a party of 30 means moneytime.  After much deliberating with our event planner he revealed to us that it was not just any ol' party, it was Steve Martin party.  He had a show at Club Nokia and would be bringing with him his band mates along with an impressive list of VIP clients.  

Immediately my mind began a montage of Steve Martin.  Classic images of him with the arrow through his head, clips from him as the best father in the universe in Parenthood, close-ups of him laughing.. all underscored by dueling banjos then wrapped with a "Well, excuuuuse me!"  

That's pretty much the extent of what I know about Steve Martin.  And then for whatever reason I began to panic.  See, although he was not a person who was directly influential to me I know he was an inspiration to many people I admire.  For this reason and because of his legacy of then and now, it felt like a new milestone in Raymond Lee's life was awaiting me.  He hosted SNL 25 times for crying out loud!  (For those of you who don't know already, hosting SNL someday is my life's dream.)  And seriously, who didn't love Father of the Bride?  I began to create dialogue to what Steve Martin and I would muse about.  Perhaps his stellar biography I've still yet to take off my shelf.  Maybe the stand-up I haven't done yet because I'm scared.  Or the banjo I can't play.  The movie I've still yet to shoot?  I couldn't find a common denominator between us and this made me panic all the more.  I gathered myself and thought "I'll say the first thing on my mind and that's what it'll be."

***

He's arrived through the back entrance and I see him under his dapper fedora.  OK, since I've been given the task of tray passing hors d'oeuvres engaging in a short conversation him with will be completely fine and unimposing.  If I can make him laugh or if he can maybe crack a joke my way I'd probably be good for the rest of the week.  The crowd around him was too big the first time so I'll take the second tray over.  He's having a seemingly serious conversation with Kevin Nealon and wife Susan Yeagley, not a good time.  It looks like he's making his rounds and saying bye to some people.  Here's my chance to make a great impression, inspiring him to write a movie about his estranged Korean son and his dreams of becoming the next him.  He's right in front of me!  

"Hello Mr. Martin... would.. you.. care for a bacon.. wrapped scallop?"

"No, thank you"

***

And that's all she wrote..  I don't know why I chose to dedicate an entire blog about this.  Maybe it's because I thought it was going to be a life-changing moment and this was my attempt to make it one.  Or maybe it was a reminder of my lameness.  Whatever the case, he inspired me tonight.  My interaction with him and just being around him inspired me.  I don't know how yet but I'm inspired.  I think.

Thanks for reading!  I love you all.

reading Born Standing Up - Steve Martin

listening The Crow:  Songs for the Five String Banjo - Steve Martin

(not really)

raymondraymondleelee.com

My creative juices aren't flowing and I'm at my wit's end on this.  Most of the obvious domain names such as raymondlee.com, raylee.com, raymond-lee.com... etc.. seem to be taken already which means I need to get creative.

Calling all creative people!  Could you please throw some ideas at me?  I don't care if they're awesome or not I just need something better than what I have now (raymond-lee.org)-- bleh!

You could send them to me via facebook, myspace, email (raymomomo@gmail.com), or simply on the comment section of this blog.  You will be handsomely rewarded with lunch and perhaps dessert if it's really awesome.  Or if you don't want to have lunch with me then I'll get you a gift card.

P E A C E & L O V E

I BOOKED IT!

My friends, I come bearing amazing news!  

(drum roll)

I booked a national NOKIA commercial!  

Whew~ What an emotional roller coaster these past week has been.  Details.

First, I got called to audition for the Kaiser Permanente Educational Theatre Group.  At first I thought big deal, but after looking at all the benefits and compensation the job entailed I shut myself in my room for two days and solidified my monologue and 15 bars of a song.  Two days after the audition I was called in for callbacks.  The callback was nearly 5 hours long.  It was no joke.  The day started with an orientation with the entire creative staff of the company.  It then moved onto a dance section which was led by a severely over-weight, hispanic man who I thought would not be able to move the way he did.  I learned Fosse that day.  The severely over-weight, hispanic man was magnificent, and by the end all 30 of us that made it to callbacks had a new appreciation for Bob Fosse along with a new found respect for the severely over-weight hispanic man.  Then came the Improv part.  Some people really shined here, some didn't.  They cut 20 people afterwards and then stood the final 10.  We broke off into pairs and studied sides to perform them in front of the staff.  Overall, I had a blast and thought I'd secured a spot with the company, for sure.  From 1,200 submissions to 250 auditioners to 30 called back to the final 10 that made it to the end of day.  A few days later, I found out I didn't get it.  Needless to say I was pretty frickin devastated.  I was never so sure of an audition before.  Lesson learned... never say YES before the YES.

Now the NOKIA.  When I got to the audition I saw some familiar faces I've been seeing along with a good handful of other very good looking Asian men I've never encountered before.  Surprisingly, I wasn't phased at all.  I think I'm really starting to grow my audition skin.  It's becoming impenetrable.  Kind of.  While others were nervously shifting their weight, making bad conversation, I played it cool and kept to myself.  It was weird but even amongst these somewhat exceptional guys, I felt that I somehow stood out.  They were hands down taller, tanner, and better looking than I was but I just felt right being who I was.  Pale and red.  After the audition, the casting director had very little to say except for a quick look that spoke to me, "you will be called back."  That evening I got the callback call.  A couple days later I went in and did the same thing I did the first time around except this time it was in front of the producer and director.  A bit more nerve wracking but I stayed calm nevertheless.  I got a call from my agent later the next evening saying I've been put on STRONG ON-AVAIL.  Now I know what on-avail means but strong on-avail I've never heard of.  I'm guessing this means being a stronger runner up?  Well whatever it meant, I ended up booking the job.  Got the call today and I'm shooting on Friday!  I'm really REALLY excited and happy and then excited again.  I've seriously been praying so hard that something tangible would materialize from my efforts.  Audition after audition, callback after callback... all for just one measly day of work and then off to the next job.  This is the life of a struggling actor.  A life I would not recommend to any poor soul unless you really love the grind and the rejection like I do.  Only then does it become a manageable life.

In the words of Babe Ruth, "Every strike gets me closer to the next homerun."

I'll keep ya'll posted.  Much love!

Panasonic Commercial

So a fellow Panasonic commercial cast member of mine Jesse Lewis IV, whom you might remember as the "fat" model from America's Most Smartest Model, told me the commercial was on the Panasonic Japan Website.  I dug a bit and found it.  I'm not too heavily featured but recognizable nonetheless.  Check it out!

And if anyone is computer saavy enough to actual put it on some sort of a reel for me I will treat you to a delicious treat.  I'm trying to compile a commercial reel so... help a brotha out!!

http://ch.panasonic.co.jp/contents/01261/viral.html

Find Me!!

EURYDICE and ME

Hello loved ones..  this one's a long one.  PLEASE READ UNTIL END.

I hope you've missed me as much as I've missed you.  It's been an insane month.  A month riddled with emotional pitfalls accompanied with financial ones as well.  That's what happens when you commit 3 months of your life to a play.  It also means complete obliteration of a social life.  

There's a ripple effect that occurs when you agree to a play.  First, rehearsals are 6 days a week from 7-11.  When you're getting out of rehearsal at 11, no one's hungry and no one wants to wait for you to go home and get ready to go out.  And if by some chance you do make it out you leave early and sober because you have an early morning shift the next day.  And the only reason why you have this early morning shift is because of rehearsals.  And because there's no money in working mornings you leave work completely dejected and hungry.  So you're hungry and you look into to your wallet to see the whopping $30 you made that shift and contemplate what you can afford.  Jack in the Box it is, again.  Do this for a couple weeks and the result begins to form around the waistline.  You then begin to start judging yourself.  Slowly you feel inadequate and self-conscious which then bleeds into your rehearsal process.  Then you start to feel worthless because the character you're creating isn't at all where it needs to be at that stage of the work.  This sense of worthlessness then directly reflects back to your customers which make them feel uncomfortable which then results in a bad tip.  So you call up your friends to blow off some steam but they've planned an evening without you and are out of town somewhere because they've assumed I had rehearsal.  No friends, no money, no character, no life.  Excellent...  

Actually I kinda blew it out of proportion.  At first I just wanted you to feel bad for me but now I'm feeling kinda pathetic.  It actually hasn't been that bad.  Luckily due to Alex getting married, March has been the most eventful month in quite some time.  There was a lot of alcohol involved.  Vegas, the cruise, and the wedding = vomit vomit vomit = fun fun fun.  But srsly... I can't believe it.  Two down!  CONGRATS ALEX AND JANET!

Anywho... I'm here to plug my play.  Please come see it!  At $25 a pop it's kinda steep but don't fret, there are options.  

Option #1:  Come as a group.

The production staff is really really good about group discount rates.  So get a small group together and make it happen.  Give me a shout, PLEASE.

Option #2:  April 16th is pay-what-you-can night.

Self explanatory.  Save the date!

Option #3:  There isn't one.. just come anyways!

Here's the detailed info:

EURYDICE

by Sarah Ruhl
directed by Trevor Biship

 

EURYDICE, by Pulitzer Prize nominee Sarah Ruhl, is a bittersweet and off-beat retelling of the classic love story of Orpheus and Eurydice, this time through the perspective of the departed heroine, Eurydice.  After her arrant death on her wedding day, Eurydice finds herself in an aphasic underworld, where she reunites with her father while struggling to reconcile with her lost love, Orpheus.  As visually breathtaking as it is curiously charming, passionate, and heartbreaking, Eurydice is the play that established Ruhl as one of America's most inventive contemporary dramatists. 

 

"RHAPSODICALLY BEAUTIFUL.  A weird and wonderful new play--an inexpressibly moving theatrical fable about love, loss, and the pleasures and pains of memory."    THE NEW YORK TIMES

 

BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND!

OPENS FRIDAY APR 10^TH!

April 10 thru May 16, 2009
Thursday, Friday and Saturday shows: 8:00pm
Sunday shows: 2:00pm

Plus a “Pay What You Can” night on
Thursday April 16

The Hayworth Theatre
2511 Wilshire Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90057

$25 – General Admission
$20 – Previews/Seniors/Students/SAG & AEA & AFTRA Members

Call Now!
323-960-7726 
or visit 
www.plays411.com/eurydice

For more information about the show, visit:
www.rangeviewproductions.com

The UROclub

OK seriously... The UROCLUB?  You'll see what I'm talking about.  Watch this...

Favorite moment: 0:19

"The UROclub comes with a towel and appears that you are just 

checking out your club."

HAHAHA!!

Oh man.. that's great.

Well, on an awesome note, I'm headed off on a lovely cruise to 

celebrate the wedding of my dear friends Alex and Janet. It's a good 

thing people get married from time to time. It's usually the only 

opportunity I get to get away from the hustle n' bustle of this ravishing 

machine called 'life'. My goal for this trip would be to find inspiration 

in the vastness of the ocean and to return a new man.

I hope I still feel small when I stand beside the ocean. And if one 

door closes another will opens. I'll give faith a fighting chance.  

And if I get a choice to sit it out or dance... I will dance.

I hope I daaaaance.

Peace, love and everything in between.

Pictures, Updates and Abracadabras...

What up peeps!

I hope everyone is doing just dandy.  It's getting a bit warmer which means it's time to get them unsightly hairs waxed and get a tan like a true Californian.  I take that back... I love hair so do what you want... I'm not waxing nuffin.

So I've been compiling some stuff to get my website up and going and I came across some pictures I took in August with Michael Roud and wanted to share them with you guys.  It was my first time getting "modeling" shots so I can't really take some of them too seriously either.  I won't be upset if you laugh.  Actually I encourage it.  Go ahead.  These are some I can stand baring so, enjoy.

I'm going to try my best to keep everyone updated on my goings on.  There usually isn't much going on so I don't think you need to anticipate much.  Nevertheless, I will do what I can to make my life seem interesting.

One little update... I am in a play called Eurydice which is going up mid-April at The Hayworth Theatre!  I'm actually really excited about this project.  I know it sounds like a classical Greek play but it's not.  It's a somewhat new, contemporary play that dabbles in the realms of surrealism which I promise will be, at the least, visually thrilling to watch.  It's a relevant yet absurd love story.  I won't divulge too much info but, check it out.  Seriously.  

Herrrreee them pictures...

Slava Polunin and Me

Hello friends and lovers..

First off, thank you everyone, who have in one way or another spoke with me and shed some wisdom onto my previous post about the "Asian Dilemma."  It's at these times where I find that people do care about the choices I make because ultimately, I wish for whatever I end up doing to push not only myself but the entire Asian community of performers forward.  I don't want to make it harder on myself than it already is.  

You'd be surprised by how many castings I find with directors looking for that "ethnic" part.  You know what I'm talking about.  And the more I see these the less sensitive I become to what that actually means.  Unless it's some biopic of some historic Asian figure or unless there's another Asian person involved in the creative process, the sides I receive of the character reads flat, one dimensional and culturally flawed.  And because I feel that I can bring more to an "ethnic" character than just that I submit for roles I shouldn't be submitting for.  Now, I understand that these auditions I've been going out on aren't big budget, Hollywood scale productions and I'm working with other newbies like myself so I probably shouldn't be too let down by what I'm coming across but, CMON.  If you're going to write an ethnic character into a film how about a little ethos that goes beyond knowing your roommate's best friend's sister-in-law who goes to school with this guy with once played little league with this half Asian guy.

That is why I've decided to begin writing for myself.  I know this is something I should've been doing for a while now but I'm sick of people just not getting me right.  I know myself best.  I know what I like and what I'm good at.  If Polanski can star in his own films than so can I.  I was never really a supporter of writers who direct and star in their own pieces but I now I'm wondering what in the world led me to think that was wrong.  Fear maybe. Because if it sucked it would be completely on me.  But honestly, I like to think I'm capable of good work and I usually take immense pride in everything I'm involved with.  I know several amazing actors, as well as an extremely creative group of people that can help me with any of my artistic shortcomings... so why not put us to use?  I'm doing it.

I'm totally inspired by this dude right now.  Slava Polunin.  He's a clown.  One of the best at his craft.  If you want to look him up, watch the clip of him with the coat.  He's got a show out right now that's touring the world called Slava's Snowshow.  I really hope it makes it's way back to the states.

Here's a wicked quote by him..

What Is My Kind of Theatre?
or
The Theatre I Love

- It is a kind of wedding cavalcade,
where I try to marry everyone to everyone;

- It is a theatre of ritual magic
and festive pageantry,
constructed on the basis of images and movements,
games and fantasies,
that are the common creation of the audience and the people of the theatre;

- It is a theatre which inexorably grows
from dreams and tales;

- It is a theatre of hopes and dreams,
full of longing and loneliness,
losses and disillusionment;

- It is a theatre which always changes,
which breaths spontaneous improvisation
and cares scrupulously for tradition;

- It is in the vein of contemporary
multi-layered synthesis,
on the boundary of life and art;

- It is a theatre that works in an epic-intimate alloy
of tragedy and comedy,
of absurdity and naivity,
of cruelty and gentleness;

- It is a theatre which escapes
definition and the unequivocal
understanding of its actions,
as from attempts
to usurp its freedom.

Slava Polunin

PS.. I think they started airing my channel 7 promo again sooo look out for it!

Come See My Show

A lotta fun and a lotta music.  My band.. the stratovolcanoes will be playing along with:

Deitra Kruschev  on March 1

The Red River on March 8

So if you have time on either of the two upcoming Sunday nights, don't mind a little drive down to Long Beach and have never visited the Queen Mary, why not kill them birds with a single stone and head on over.

Hit me up for detailed info anytime. 

Asian Dilemma Time

Soooo I have an Asian dilemma I would like to share with you all and I would like to know what you think about it.

Earlier this week I went to an audition for a feature.  The title, I will not name.  I was originally called to read for the lead part but upon arriving I was asked to read for a second character as well.  The characters are in a Dungeons & Dragons crew and they took the game VERY seriously.  It's a quirky comedy that read to me as something along the lines of say the movie, "21" w/ Kevin Spacey, Aaron Yoo, etc.  Strong characters and a bit blown into satire.  I had no complaints because I was super excited to be asked to do comedy.  For those who have seen my headshot know that my serious expression does not read well for a casting director who's casting the next National Lampoon's movie.

So I got there, saw my competition and was happy with what I saw.  A room full of white boys about 5'8, clean cut and smart looking.  I found that it's usually a bad sign if I enter the room and everyone looks like me.  I like being the dark horse.  It gives me a sense of liberation knowing that they have no idea what to expect of me.  I usually always submit to roles that specifically says CAUCASIAN MALE because when the casting directors are sifting through 2"x3" pictures of the same faces, my pale asian face with squinty eyes is bound to stick out amongst an ocean of blonde and blue's.  They'll stop and think "Hm, why not."  And I'm in!

I read for the lead the first time through and they seemed to enjoy it.  Then they had an "ethnic" character they wanted me to read for next.  I thought... hmm interesting.

"What nationality are you?"

"I'm Korean"

"Can you do a Korean accent?"

"Of course I can"

"Great, let's hear it"

"Anything I should know about him?"

"He's a very bright young man who is sort of the comedic slapstick relief character in the film, have fun with him"

I felt a bit weirded out initially but figured, let's have fun and show these guys how absurd I could possibly be.  I blew him completely out of proportion and gave him an extreme Bobby Lee-esque accent with some medieval gestures to go along.  I had them rolling on the floor.  They asked me to say a few other things.  They said I was perfect and offered me the part.  I was just happy at that point to have been approved of anything I just did.  Finding approval of any sort during an audition process is unheard of so their reaction to me was a nugget of gold.  I had spent 20 minutes in that audition room, chatting with them and making them laugh and that in itself is a success because usually you're in and out within 3 minutes.  And all actors know that the longer you're in that room, the more you sear yourself into their minds.  When I finally came out everyone waiting was wondering what the heck went on in there.  I had them in stitches.  Big act to follow.  I felt bad for the next person.  Too bad they didn't know that I had made a fool of myself in doing so.  I left not even realizing what had just taken place.

I had dinner with Stacy after and told her the good news only to find myself trying to sell her the idea that this was OK.  That's when I knew I couldn't take the part.  I would be degenerating everything Asian actors have been fighting for for the past few decades.  Right?  Who knows if the movie would have done well but would this be something I would be proud of?  Would this make others proud of me?  Am I misrepresenting?  Or is this OK because he's such a far out character.  Shouldn't I be taking what I can get?  Dilemma...

Kittens inspired by Kittens

Full commentary by the awesomest little girl in the world.

"I'm a magician." 

"I'm a rabbit!"

Subways

I don't know.. but I think this is HI-LARIOUS.

Talk about being felt up.. GEEZ!

We Welcome You Morrison

So Radman is out and another radman is in.  I've been hearing lots of.. "that was pointless" comments, but I say nay.  I don't think ya'll understand how slightly crazy and exciting this young man is.  He not going put up staggering numbers but he will add a different dynamic and pace to the already diverse Lakers bench.  He was a freak in Gonzaga.  He was a freak as a rookie even earning him some rookie of the month honors.  I think he's dope and I think Lakers could def afford to have someone of his intensity coming off the bench.  He was well on his way to becoming a kick ass player too but his ACL had to go out.  Nevertheless, guy's going to do some damage.  More than Rad would've in the upcoming seasons anyway. 

I mean, look at this kid!  Adam you're a star!

What's Up Fat Lip

Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin' when they be like, 

"What's up Fat Lip" and I say coolin'

I wish Fat Lip was my friend.

WE GOT YOUR NUMBER

I was clutching onto my balls so hard!  We did it again... I think it had to happen this way to shut Boston up.  Without Bynum, again, making it the same squad as the '08 finals.  Watching yesterday's game made me realize that we have made some incredible strides in our ability to stay poised while maintaining physical toughness.  Although, this could have been an even more definitive win if we shot a better percentage from the charity stripe, a win is a win.  Thank you Lamar for toughening up.  Thank you Kobe for draining some important 3's in the fourth that made me jump outta my pantalones.  Thank you Boston for trying.  Good luck in your upcoming games.  Just know that if at any point you need your record breaking streaks cut short again, our squad will be there to set you straight... again.

Kobe vs. LeBron

FTW!

Thanks for the vid Kevin.

No Country For Old Snails

So, I've been reading everyone's 25 random facts things and have really enjoyed all of them.  So I have decided to make my own list but only pertaining to animals.  I'm not doing 25 though.  I'll start and see when I run out of things.

1.  When I was in 1st grade I used to collect snails.  I used to find them walking back home from school with my nanny.  It was in this small garden surrounding a sign made of stone for some corporate building, where I would find a dizzying arraying of snails for my taking.  I remember liking the small ones because I wanted to be a father to them.  I would take my time to find the perfect one.  I then stuck it in my pocket for the long journey home where I would provide a safe-haven for it.  Over the course of a month I had created a small snail country in an old kimchee jar.  The jar was fully equipped with a celery stalk and holes poked on the lid for ventilation.  I remember collecting about a dozen or so snails until my mom decided it was enough.  My mom actually enjoyed having them around for several reasons but mainly because they were low maintenance while fulfilling my need to adopt-a-pet.  She and I would take them out and let them crawl all over our arms for exercise.  

Everything was fine and dandy until one day I came home and somehow the snails managed to escape.  Some didn't make it far, some ingested something bad, bubbled up and died.  Not all were accounted for so my nanny and I remained searching for it.  In the midst of our frantic search party I stepped on one.  With my bare foot.  It was probably the worst sensation I've ever felt next to stepping on a tropical fish at the pet store (next story).  But this was even worse because it was with my bare foot, and it was my child!  I lifted up my foot and started screaming staring at the mess I've created.  I took off all my clothes, jumped in the shower and began crying much like Tobias would've.  

Afterwards, I put on my pants and stuck my hand in my pocket only to find the snail I found on my way home in a goopy mess.  At this point, my second killing didn't even register in my brain.  I was already done with snails.  I told this story to an old friend in high school and she made me a clay snail to help me overcome my issue with them but that broke too.  Thanks anyways Lisa.  I haven't forgotten...

Well, I guess that was long enough.  That was only #1!  It wasn't even much of a fact, it was a story.  I'm sorry.  I will try to condense the upcoming stories into facts.  

Thanks for reading!

listening:  Organ Rounds- Moondog

Yet Another... Sticky Situation

Found this guy today... dead.  In hindsight I think perhaps the classic, medieval hammer trap would have been better than witnessing the aftermath of what the sticky trap can do to its prey.  Man this one was a hard pill to swallow.  It died with it's eyes open 'n everything.  Upon closer inspection I found bite/claw marks towards the left end on the pad leading me to believe that he was only partially stuck.  But once you're stuck, you're stuck for good.  So with his final gasp he went for it all and collapsed on it's side.  Poor thing.  What a horrible way to die. Imagine if they had some sort of torture device like this for humans.  I would take the guillotine over a sticky pad any day.  I hope this is it.  No more mice.  No mouse could churn this milk into butter.

Blisters & The Bowen Kings

Hello all!

So I've had what seemed to be an eventful Sunday so I'm going to share whether you like it or not.  As I'm writing this I want it go on record that my right hand is practically one giant blister and my right eye can barely open because apparently I have some sort of an eye infection.  This picture's not really clear enough to see all five blisters but I can tell you holding trays and refilling drinks with open blisters is no fun at all.  

Apparently I need to correct my grip.  

This.. AND an eye infection?  What the heck is wrong with me?  I woke up with my eye welded shut with pus.  Now I have to ditch my audition because my eyelid looks like a plum is sitting on it.  I know right... boo frickity hoo.

Anyway.. headed to work.  My first table was a party of 8.  This is good.  In the server world 18% or 20% gratuity is not always guaranteed unless you're white so whenever we see a party of 6 or more we slap on that grat without a moments hesitation, sit back and let the tips roll in.  This is unless they're white because sometimes they actually tip more that 20% and in this case we have to feel them out because adding grat might actually diminish your chances of making more.  Anywho, you don't care about that.  Well this party wasn't just any ol' party.  This was Bruce Bowen's party.

  For those of you who do not recognize this man he is the original "Kobe Stopper."  Unlike Ruben Patterson who's the lame, self-proclaimed "Kobe Stopper."  He's the real deal.  But honestly, who can really stop Kobe..  He probably came to eat his sorrows away after being pulverized by the Lakers.  In any case, I was admittedly star struck for a minute then realized wait, I'm supposed to hate this guy. After all, Spurs are really the only team I hate in the NBA.  But as I was serving him, something dawned on me.  Despite how I feel for him when he's wearing that stupid jersey, in a shirt and tie he's a lovely person.  This was the moment I realized, much like in acting, I hate the player (character) but not the person (actor).  Ahhh..  It all made sense.  So I looked past his unfortunate life as a Spur and carried on.

Nearing the end of my shift, having been practically stiffed by a Japanese couple straight from the motherland ($210 w/ $5 tip)... (aside)  A reminder for those who dine out, even with the worst service PLEASE try not to tip less than 10-15%.  Otherwise the server actually ends up paying for you because at the end of the day his total sales is what he bases the percentage of his tip-outs to bartenders, bussers, runners...etc.  So if you ring up their sales and don't tip, we pay out of our pocket to tip them out.  And honestly we do think the worst of you and hope we never see you again.  C'est la vie. (aside done)  

My final table were The Dap Kings.  

Immediately, I didn't recognize them but in my afterthoughts I realized I served an excellent group of musicians.  They're a funk/soul band that stays away from anything digital and keeps it real with an impressive horn section.  As of now they're the band for Sharon Jones who performed at the Club Nokia right above us.  You might know them best from playing with Amy Winehouse in her hit single "Rehab" in addition to playing on almost all her songs in her Back to Black album.  And you know despite the whole stigma with musicians/artists/celebrities being partying drunks, most of whom I've served drink water or iced tea.  These guys included.  Bummer for me but good for them!

Well that was my day in a turtle shell.  I'm off to see The Wrestler and from what I've heard and read I'm expecting to be blown away.  Otherwise I'll probably rant about it again.

Have an excellent week errbody and stay sexy!

**UPDATE

My eye seems to be doing better.  No longer a plum sitting on it rather a cherry tomato now.  Aww.. Jenny.  Thanks for your concern!

currently listening::  How Long- Sharon Jones & The Dap Kings

currently touching::  My eye.

A Sticky Situation

For the past few days there has been a vermin scurrying about my apartment.  Late one night after washing up for bed I heard  scratching coming from the kitchen and not the DJ turntable kind.  To be honest, I'm terrified of things that move faster than I can react to like, frogs.  I didn't want to confront this thing face to face so I just made loud noises hoping it would go away and never come back again.  The scratching stopped so I took a deep breath and went to bed.  

The next morning I woke up and peered underneath the kitchen sink in hopes of finding absolutely nothing that would indicate to me that I have new roommates living in my walls.  Between the rice container and the dog food was an ocean of plastic bags stuffed in there like the cotton inside of a vitamin bottle.  After removing the bags I found pellets of rat poo scattered everywhere.  I took a closer look at the rice container and found that the rat that had gotten to it and was maybe hiding somewhere hoping I wouldn't notice.  He would have gotten a kick out of me thinking it was multi-grain rice.  So I cleaned out the rat poo and disinfected the entire kitchen sink and threw away what I thought was the cause of the problem hoping I still didn't have to confront this horrid creature.

The next day I forgot all about it.  While watching a rerun of iCarly, I saw off the corner of eye something dart across the living room.  I didn't get a good look at it but I knew my eyes weren't deceiving me.  It's been three days, I've tried to give it a heart attack, removed it's main source of food, yet there was more poo than ever littered all over my kitchen.  Now I knew it was crapping everywhere because it just could.  It was mocking me.  The rat knew it was too fast for me and it knew I was scared of it.  Fine, you wanna play like that?  I ain't cleanin' up after you no mo.  I went across the street to Walgreens to find the greatest rat trap ever.  I saw the conventional rat traps, the kinds used in the Tom & Jerry cartoons, but then I pictured the sight of Jerry pinned underneath a metal rod with a broken neck as something that could potentially scar me forever so I continued looking.  I came across these poison pellets the rodent was supposed to think of as food.  I almost bought it then thought, what if it died somewhere I couldn't get to and I just had to live with the smell of rotting mouse?  Then I finally found a contraption that lured the mouse into it's little cave then once inside it instantly closed leaving the mouse with no escape until I felt like it learned it's lesson.  It was pretty expensive but I thought this was the cleanest, most civilized way of getting rid of it.  But then I remembered I had a manager who handled things like this so I left it at the counter and bought a pack of mints and a toothbrush instead.

This morning I went to the manager and she sent up someone to set up traps.  A few minutes later a 6'5 black man with an impressive physique comes in with tools in hand saying, "I hear you have a varmint living in your house."  Then continued to covered up the holes made by the rodent then set up a sticky trap underneath the sink.  About an hour after, I checked on the trap thinking I should maybe put bait on it but there was no need.  There it was.  A little brown mouse no bigger than the size of a Pink Pearl eraser.  The mouse looked as if it had been caught stealing and stayed still hoping I wouldn't see it.  I thought about the millions of things that must've been going through it's head.  I sat down and stared at the mouse for longer than I should've then closed the door hoping it wouldn't be there the next time I checked on it.  I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel about this situation.  Here was this rodent going about it's day, working to survive in it's world.  It may have not known it was doing anything wrong by crapping everywhere but only doing it in accordance to how all living things function.  Maybe the mouse would have cleaned up after itself if it knew that the poo was bothersome.  I wouldn't have minded feeding it.  I looked at it again and this time it had no shame in trying to escape.  It was squealing, thrusting it's rear in the air in hopes of freeing itself.  It somehow managed to get it's face stuck as well.  It kept thrusting itself forward, trying so hard it was shitting involuntarily.  There was nothing I could do to save it.  If I were to try to pull it off I would have ripped out it's limbs which were already mangled.  I couldn't stand witness to this any longer so I picked up the sticky pad and headed for the dumpster.  I don't know what compelled me to look but I wanted to find out whether it was a boy or a girl.  I didn't see any balls or anything that resembled a penis so I concluded that this giant rat that went pillaging through my kitchen at night, leaving it's territorial markings everywhere for me to see was merely a mother trying to find food for her children.  She was probably on her last excursion and headed home to tell her children that the rice mine was no longer there and that she was going to go elsewhere to find food.  So with one last goodbye I sent mother mouse down the chute to a place she would've called heaven if she had found it before finding my kitchen. 

EXCELLENT!

Get on it peeps!  Free Sundance shorts until Sunday courtesy of WIRED through iTunes.  I thought I'd share the wealth.

Thanks Howard!

The Curious Movie

Spoiler alert!  If you have not seen Benjamin Button do not read.  Or do.  Yeah, just read anyway.

From a director who cranked out such greats as Se7en, Fight Club, and Panic Room I would have to say Benjamin Button was his poor attempt at making a few great ideas materialize into nothing.  I like think to of David Fincher as a rouge saint in the movie business.  He (claims) to be anti-commercial, anti-happy endings, anti- many things.  He's outspoken of his likes and dislikes and knows exactly what he wants.  I believe he is the best at what he does in bringing gritty schizophrenic characters to life.  He's a trademark director.  You know it's a Fincher film by watching any 5 minute segment of any of his movies.  All his films have to do with an undercurrent of impending doom that carries the audience in bewilderment of how our hero will eventually fail.  This is what the audience expects.  This is what we want to see.  We like seeing doomed heroes through the mind of Mr. Fincher but NOT in a love story.  Well, maybe he liked this contrast.  Maybe this was a challenge for him.  I suppose you can't blame the story on him but I wonder how many of his choices involved leaving so many things unjustified for us.  At the end of the movie I found myself trying desperately to tether together how in the world this relationship could possibly work.  Not just the whole age thing but how or what attracted this little girl to a little old man?  Wait, she just knew he wasn't as old as he seemed so now she loves him forever.  Or maybe since the audience knew they were supposed to fall in love by watching the trailer, this process of early courtship was overlooked.  Or maybe it's just me.  But was I supposed to be happy when Button finally died?  Was he supposed to be a revival of a Forrest Gump that doesn't absorb information?  Or was Brad Pitt just supposed to be that bad?  I don't even want to get started on Mr. Bland Pitt.  Or maybe it was just the rock that was Cate that gave such a solid performance that it made Brad Pitt seem like a horny hummingbird in need of a nut bust.  Ah, I see, that's the symbolism behind the hummingbird in the film!  

(Breathe)

Honestly, I don't know why I'm so outraged.  It wasn't THAT bad.  I just think that David Fincher should adapt a modern day version of the Iliad instead because love stories are not his strong suit.  The film itself was shot beautifully.  He has a gift of visual story-telling as some scenes are simply breathtaking to watch.  My only problem was it's inconsistency in its flow due to the "what-the-heck" factor.  Nevertheless, the entire supporting cast was impressive along with the make-up.

Blah blah blahhh... sorry.. was a rant more than anything.  

I know I'm not capable of putting out anything better so consider this is me yelling behind soundproof windows.

::reading::    The Road- Cormac McCarthy

::listening::  My Girls- Animal Collective

Planet Earth: Raymomo style.

Happy MOANday!

I'm not really sure how this video clip will make you feel but I do know that you'll watch it to the end. I know I did. I couldn't look away. This is my favorite video of the day next to the long crowing roosters which will come at a later post.

Favorite #1: When friend contemplates watching then decides it's gross.(1:35)

Favorite #2: Trying to figure out how the female feels about the entire situation of what seems to be rape.

Favorite #3: The statue freeze.

*courtesy of Olivia Munn's weblog.

Enjoy.