No not THAT Jungle Book, an older one where all sorts of wackyness happens.
Lazarus takes on the newest single from Lady Gaga In this review.
This episode of The Love Advice Podcast would see the most questions
that I’ve handled in one episode. The first question is from a drunk
sounding caller. How do you introduce your partner to your fetish?
“John” wants to know if it is alright to look at porn, even if, his
girlfriend objects. “Ali” has a guy that she is in to, but he acts
weird when they are in person. All of that and more on this episode of
The Love Advice Podcast. Call in your questions and comments to the
show at (530) 903-8879 or shoot me an email at email@example.com.
This show has two questions for the price of one. In the first question “James” wants to know how you play with a tease. The second question has a clueless guy, “Matt”, who did a really bad thing. Check out the awesome third episode of The Love Advice Podcast. Call and leave your questions or comments right on the voicemail at (530) 903-8879 or shoot me an email with your questions at firstname.lastname@example.org.
On which I try to sing like a mariachi…please don’t tell anyone o_o
I am many things. Dashing. Hilarious. Always right. Probably manic. And, I’m told, possibly retarded – all wrapped within an oft-questioned sexuality and facade of glorious courage. What I am not, and never have been, is an interviewer. It’s never really been on the list of things I’ve wanted to do with my life. I want to meet awesome famous people, but I have no questions. Everything I want to know about them I can either already find on the Internet or they don’t wish to divulge.
What I suppose I’m getting at is the fact that all of my questions for Metroid Metal were written around six in the morning (granted, so are these journals, but at the time I was getting to bed around five in the morning, rather than the current 7 or 8 or 9 or the occasional two-hour power nap around noon. This didn’t bother me. It’s an interview. We’ll be sitting in a room, and we can be awkward and weird and spend more time getting reactions than answers.
Well, that was not exactly how this works out. Okay, so it’s less of an organized sit-down one-on-one as much as it’s a find the person and hope they have time to talk to you… thing. That’s fine, CK’s got it all control, maybe. And hey, we’re still doing these interviews as a team, so I’ll have time to look down and pick a good question that should go next, and we can riff off of each other and make this entertaining.
Oh, but now I’m on my own.
Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck. Okay. Now I’m terrified.
We last left Whyboy trying to celebrate Christmas but he found that a movie about a rapping wrapping elf can ruin one’s Christmas mood. ENJOY
Who Framed Roger Rabbit: A Look Back
Who doesn’t love cartoons?
You in back shutup. Because if you don’t love cartoons, you have no soul. It’s a proven fact and potentially the long-lost eleventh commandment that Moses
accidentally mis-inscribed as “Thou shalt not commit adultery” because there are probably more people following the “love cartoons” commandment than that one. You can’t blame Moses for that one, you
don’t ask God “sorry, could you repeat that? I didn’t catch it.”
Cartoons are some of the greatest forms of entertainment …
We either had to get there by 2 or 4, and suddenly I can’t remember which. I think I wrote 4 the other day, but I wrote 2 in the original journal, so it was one of those and it doesn’t really matter. Why are you fretting over this so much? Get a job.
We very nearly miss it. We’re already late, and N1NJ4 absolutely has to stop at McDonald’s first. So shit. I guess we’re stopping at McDonald’s.
We get to the convention and go wait in the sitting area for Jon St. John to show up. Ten or fifteen minutes go by, and it occurs to me to peek in the window to see what’s going on in the room next to us. And what do I see, but Jon St. John! There’s a voice acting panel going on inside (Voice-a-Palooza) and we need to be there.
Accompanying Mr. St. John is Wes Johnson, Matthew Mercer (he’s EVERYWHERE), and um. Well, the guy with the glasses. But not THAT Guy with the Glasses. Anyways, we sit in the back, I climb upon a stack of chairs, and dig for a camera just in case. The panel’s pretty entertaining. I’ve been considering trying to get into voice acting, so I paid full attention. At the end, however, it got really good.
The four guys got together and, using suggestions from the audience, put together a scene they would (voice) act out for us then and there. JSJ was Blanche Devareux, a smoker from North Carolina. Matt Mercer was a… gay Scottish gnome, I believe. But those last two mostly seemed to converge into something vaguely Leprechauny. Wes Johnson was the narrator and shopkeeper (the shopkeeper being my favorite voice, somehow), and the fourth guy was Woody Allen.
Now, that IS quite a motley crew.