It’s an interesting thing that women will never understand. I don’t even fully get it. But it’s you’re friend. It’s there, in front, leading the way. A twirling confidante in times of introspection and a member of the Moen family.
My producer at work suggested I meet his boyfriend, a casting director in LA, saying he could help get me a commercial acting agent. Which brought me to one of those times of introspection and questioning — How much would it take, in a professional setting, for me to shave my mustache. Read the rest of this entry »
Dick’s learned to hold in his urine. And he can hold it a long time now.
Over the time we’ve had the Winnebago, the urine stench and spot underneath the drainage tank has gotten worse and worse. So I tore it all apart. And with the help of El Toro RV Service Centers in Irvine, CA, I replaced everything.
Posted by vern | Posted in Filmmaking, Friends | Posted on 11-05-2009
I’ve been working on a TV show recently out of Irvine for the Orange County Fire Authority. Last week we had our media/press day and I got some photos featured in the OC Register. I couldn’t get the photos, but here’s link to the article
Posted by jeff | Posted in Filmmaking | Posted on 10-05-2009
Five months, five shoots. Five scripts/stories/projects to stretch ourselves. And we keep moving. This month, we attempted to make a comedy.
The general idea: two guys are finishing up a manly night out. A reach to unbuckle one’s seatbelt is mistaken for something it’s not…and it gets awkward.
Posted by jeff | Posted in Filmmaking | Posted on 05-05-2009
In the year of the Hobo, we continue to steam-roll along, creating something every month. So far…we’re still in post on our February and March projects, but we continue to shoot and those pieces are coming along well.
Posted by vern | Posted in Friends, Video | Posted on 01-05-2009
Recently myself and some friends went up to beautiful Oakhurst, CA so that I could (possibly) purchase a 1974 Ford Bronco from Matt Wignall’s dad.
In addition to buying manly cars, we went flyfishing, shot guns, panned for gold, drank beer, smoked cigars, and — since we were there with Master Corn Bomber Paul Wignall — we got a first hand introduction to the wonderful world of Corn Bombs.