Saturday, July 4, 2009

Five Freebies Friday: Day-Late Edition

Yeah, I know, Five Freebies Friday on a Saturday? BLASPHEMY! Well, whatever, I really am incredibly lazy like that, so this really shouldn't be that surprising to you, really. Anyways, here they are.

#5: Jeff Tweedy

He's kinda fugs, but come on...He's in fucking Wilco, man! FUCKING WILCO!




#4: Benjamin McKenzie

Because I just saw Junebug (about fucking time) and he was actually pretty good in it.




#3: Michael Lucas

Meh, say what you will, he finally (FINALLY!) gave me a reason to post about gay porn on Webster's Is My Bitch. Kudos.




#2: Tito Ortiz

Because I saw Zombie Strippers yesterday, and surprise! He was actually kinda hot for someone who regularly gets the shit beaten out of him.




#1: Ricky Sinz

Because he wrote a smart and articulate post on the Fort Worth bar raids and...Oh who am I kidding, he's just fun to look at, isn't he? Be still, my icy-cold, beating heart.


Friday, July 3, 2009

I Am Jack's Cripplingly Low Sense of Self-Esteem


Hey, remember when I said how my getting excited for things usually means that they'll end up not happening? Well I was completely and totally right! Dreams really don't come true!

Anyways, I'll try and give you the abridged version on his one: I was originally suppose to shoot a scene with a company who shall remain nameless (Hey, just because they're human scum, doesn't mean I have to be), but they wanted to have a talk with all of us before hand. I showed up with two other guys, an was subjected to this conversation:

Director: Wow, you're...small.

Me: Ummmm, thanks?

Director: Well, that's not the image we're going for right now.

Me: ...Oooookay then.

Director: Now, back to you two...

How's that for a slap in the face? At this point I'm pretty used to rejection and everything, but to call me up for a scene then tell me to my face that I'm not good enough? Well fuck you, that's pretty goddamn low.

You know what? What the fuck ever, man. Yeah, boo-cock-sucking-hoo. A thousand pardons for not looking like one of the tattooed junkies they ended up taking. If you don't like skinny guys, fine, but don't jerk my chain around, you stupid fuckstick.

Whatever. He's dead to me. If he were on fire, I wouldn't even piss on him to put you out. I could run him over with my car and then throw it into reverse for round two and not even fucking blink. And while I'm at it, fuck Diesel Washington. He thinks he's better than me because I'm not as jacked as he is? Piss off.

So yeah, go ahead an call me twink. See how far you make it before you wind up on the floor without a motherfucking heartbeat, asshole.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Looking Back On The Beginning

With the blog turning a year-old recently, I've been meaning to re-do my first-post again, wherein I list a bunch of totally useless facts about me, and since I have absolutely nothing even remotely interesting to day tonight, I figured I might as well finally get back on it. Anyways, once again, here's a bunch of random, useless shit about me...

1: In high school, my nickname was "Jer Bear", which is kind of ironic considering my body type.

2: Actually, now that I mention it, I am naturally hairy. Like, really hairy. A lot of people look good in fur, but I'm not one of them. Honestly, it looks like someone stapled a welcome mat on my chest. I'm sure one day I'll let it grow, but right now, it just looks weird on me.

3: When I'm having a bad day, I'll sometimes go to the pet store and play with the puppies. It doesn't matter how shitty I feel, puppies make me feel instantly better.


4: I'm 18, and I've STILL never done drugs. I think I once took all of ONE hit of weed, but that was about it. Yeah, I know, I'm totally boring.

5: I fell asleep watching The Matrix, Spider-Man and Lord of the Rings. The last one was in the actual theater.

6: When I was young, I used to play Super Mario World at my cousin's house all the time, which has since bloomed into a prolonged love affair with video games, as well as a deep-seated hatred for Piranha Plants.


7: The first crush I ever had (no, not Andrew, this was before that) resulted in me becoming Anorexic for five months. I still consider it to be the biggest mistake I ever made.

8: My biggest fear is dying alone. I know I'm supposed to believe in the whole "I don't need a man to validate me" thing, but come on...I've never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend! I think I'm due here. Oh, and spiders. I'm also afraid of spiders.

9: I'm not sure why, but back rubs make me sleepy, no matter what I'm doing or where I am.

10: When I was born, my grandmother said I was going to be a writer, which coincidentally, is exactly what I want to be. To be fair, she also said I was going to be quite the ladies man, so Granny is pretty much batting .500 here.

11: I was raised on Shania Twain and The Dixie Chicks, which has since resulted in a certain fondness for crappy country pop. Shut up, I'm allowed to have guilty pleasures.

12: I secretly wish I had a third nipple. I know it sounds weird, but I always thought it would be cool to walk around with extra teats.

13: I'm pretty sure I have OCD, which manifests itself as an obsession with angles and time.

14: I took piano lessons for a while when I was a kid, until I realized that taking lessons to play an instrument sucks all the fun out of it.

15: I share my real last name with a classic silver-screen actor, and almost half the time I introduce myself, they always ask if I'm related to him. I'm not.

16: I went to the same high school as Sam Roberts, and was in the same class as the cousin of one of the members from The Arcade Fire.


17: I secretly have a huge yet totally unfulfilled love of kink. You know...Leather, Whips, Chains, shit like that. I draw the line at leather hats though, because let's face it, leather hats look retarded on anyone.

18: Muscle guys make me go all weak in the knees. I'm sure Freud would say something about how it's just some unresolved daddy issue, but really, pretty biceps are just hot, aren't they?


19: I hate getting excited about anything, as the universe has this funny way of either (A) ensuring it never happens, or (B) killing someone on the day it's supposed to happen. And that's why I never get excited about anything.

20: My absolute BIGGEST pet peeve is being stood up. Hate it. Absolutely hate it. I don't care what you're doing, you could at least have the decency to let me know if your plans change instead of making me hunt you down for some fucking answers, you dick.

21: Second biggest pet peeve: Yes, I get it, I'm a twink. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea here, but stop treating me like a retarded, spoiled teenager. Yeah, you may be bigger than me, but I can still write a 1000-word dissertation on Nietzsche before you could so much as shit out a haiku. Yeah, I'm not huge. If you don't like it, feel free to go suck a fuck.

22: That being said, I occasionally watch Sesame Street. Yeah, I know it's a kids show, but come on...Muppets! It has MUPPETS! Also, how many shows do you know have had Feist, Tina Fey and Ricky Gervais as guest stars? Exactly.

23: I think The Beatles are overrated. Like, REALLY overrated. I know they're supposed to be the greatest band ever and all, but I always thought they were totally boring.

24: As a kid, I believed Bloody Mary actually existed. No, I'm not joking. I couldn't even so much as be in front of a mirror for years.


25: I hate Facebook chat. With a passion. Holy christ, if I wanted to talk to people I haven't seen in six years, I'd go to my grade school reunion.

Well, there it is. You now have a metric fuck-ton of useless shit about me. Spiffy, huh?

Monday, June 29, 2009

Why People with Tourette's Shouldn't Sell Cars


Yes, I know this isn't a real commercial, but fuck you, I kinda wish it was.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Well This Explains A Lot...



Seriously, her obsession with children, her overall unpleasant demeanor, her freaky ass hair...I you think about it, it kinda makes sense, doesn't it?

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Who Wore It Better? Jeremy Feist vs. Katy Perry

It's the battle of the people who wear pizza as clothing! Who wore it better? My more revealing (yet cheaper) medium pepperoni pizza, or Katy Perry's more modest (yet pricier) cheese pizza? Vote now!

Friday, June 26, 2009

Five Freebies Friday

#5: Justin Chambers

Because he looks good scuba diving. Mmmmmm...




#4: Josh Duhamel

Because he went on the record saying he wanted to punch Perez Hilton in the face.




#3: Til Schweiger

Because the new trailer for Inglourious Basterds looks AWESOME.




#2: Johnny Depp

Because he left a $4,000 tip on a $4,400 bill.




#1: Wolf Hudson

Because he just lost is idol here. Come on, dude needs a huggle right now.




(Actually, come to think of it, being forced to do me would probably make things worse...Never mind)

Thursday, June 25, 2009

The Beat Goes On

Michael Jackson may be dead, but his legacy lives on. Honestly, turn on the radio right now and the first person you'll hear was probably influenced in some way by Michael Jackson. Say what you will, but let's face it: He was a musical genius who paved the way for many of today's, and tomorrow's, artists. To be honest, I was born too late to fully appreciate him, so I guess the best way to commemorate him is with this:

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

I Love You, Kelly Clarkson



I've always been pretty fond of Kelly Clarkson, but this video right here has me mad girl-crushing on her. Seriously? Not only is she joking about Perez Hilton getting socked in the face, she's literally LAUGHING AT HIS PAIN. You have no idea how awesome this is. I love you Kelly Clarkson. If ever you would like to marry a Gay Porn Star, I'll be right here waiting, honey.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Come Out, Come Out, Wherever I Am...

You know, it's weird sometimes...I just had a conversation with Matt where he basically told me that I had zero self-confidence (yeah, I know, what a shocker) and that if I was going to continue acting like that, no one would want me. I mean, I know I'm not exactly my biggest fan here, but I always kinda felt that I was justified in thinking that. But I'm not sure anymore. It's like when someone tells a joke and everyone gets the punchline but you. Wonder what it would be like to look in the mirror and see what the hell everyone else sees in me. I don't know...Somewhere down the line I forgot who I was, and it's like now that I'm stripping and doing porn and all that I'm starting to figure out who I am. And you know what? It's not that bad. It could certainly be worse I guess.