Lil' Italy will play in it's entirety (5:30 minutes) at 12:45 pm at the Laemmle Sunset 5 Theaters at 8000 Sunset Blvd in West Hollywood, Ca on MONDAY, AUGUST 18th.
That was a mouthful.
Reasons I'm excited about this event. A. Because I have an excuse to go to California to promote something I made. 2. Because I'm damn proud of my lil' Italian kids, and am loking forward to their performance and the audience's reaction to said performance on the 18th of August at 12:45 pm. And Finally, D. Because Hot Dammit, it beats looking at my cat's tiny, lion mane-cut self all day.
SO, in summary-cartoon playing on the Boulevard of Sunsets in Hollywood West, just after the sun reaches it's highest point in the Monday of August the Eigthteenth's warm sky. Good day, kind sire, and please doth grab thine leather shield on thine way out of thine barracks.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
GameStop Commercial a Success!
Hello all-We at Radium Dallas just finished a commercial for Gamestop featuring a side-scrolling, 80's Nintendo Style Bunny collecting coins-Here's a still from it.
And here's the link on YOUTUBE
http://youtube.com/watch?v=dnkPje4Tl7k
I drew everything and two guys animated it.
GameStop loved it so much they'll be putting the bunny on a NASCAR! Not to mention that they'll also be making a game that you can play online at Gamestop.com!
Not too bad for a 30 second spot!
And here's the link on YOUTUBE
http://youtube.com/watch?v=dnkPje4Tl7k
I drew everything and two guys animated it.
GameStop loved it so much they'll be putting the bunny on a NASCAR! Not to mention that they'll also be making a game that you can play online at Gamestop.com!
Not too bad for a 30 second spot!
Monday, July 21, 2008
In Da Club with Master Bruce
I'm here tonight not to comment on the new Batman movie called 'The Dark Knight', but on a single chap that sat next to me during said movie. Now, mind you, my girlfriend and I waited in line for roughly an hour on the lovely and clean AMC theater carpet before the show. No big deal. This is Batman, fer cryin out loud, plus, it's the Joker, and the guy who plays him in the movie is now dead, and to that note, I'm sure I can site for 45 minutes on the carpet outside the theater with all the other fan boys knowing full well that we're about to witness the single and bestest performance of all time and all year.
But again, let me stay on the trackiest of tracks. It's our time to enter the theater. A large conch-shell sounds. We stand up and dust off our asses and slowly begin the shuffle. The shuffle I like to call 'Quick Pick'.
This is always a bitch. It's one of the single biggest worries and stresses in my life. Cause if you choose wrongly, you'll never forgive yourself for 2 hours, and neither will the people or person you're with.
'What honey? I didn't know she'd laugh like that.'
'That wasn't me tapping, hun, that was Fidgety McAsshole next to me with the happy feet.'
I'm usually pretty decent of a picker. I spot children, I go above. I see thugs, I act old and flex. I see 'nice couple on date' I usually hone in like a honer.
But this time, I don't follow my usual methods. I get nervous. I saw the line behind me, they're coming. And the 50 people in front of me all swarmed to the middle. I knew what this meant. It's gonna be a sell out and I'd have to sit next to a stranger.
Shit. Shit shit shit. Not good. Strangers always want the armrest. It can be a midget in that chair, but damned if he doesn't take the armrest. No, I don't need it. I'm not 6'4". You take it. You're 3 feet and your feet don't touch the ground. You deserve it. I'll go get your popcorn, too. You need to have both arms up on those rests. Please. I insist.
After I panic a second I spy the opening. Dude by himself. 10 rows up. Middle. I do a small victory dance in my mind. It was like the robot, only more robotic.
I walk up the steps and toward Dude. I ask Dude if the 'Seat's taken?' He says no and pulls out his Blackberry.
Jules and I sit.
Theater fills up. Dude stays on his Blackberry through the dumb trivia. No big deal. Lots of people do that. Dude stays on Blackberry through the First trailer. Eh, kinda weird, but still no biggie. Dude stays on Blackberry through all the trailers. Lights dim. His Blackberry doesn't.
I'm fuming. Movie starts. He finally puts his Magical device away. Thank the Lord of AMC.
10 minutes into it, he starts talking to himself. "Ah Hell no." he says. "Ah HELLLL no." he again says. To himself. Cause he's not talking to me. We've never met. And the person to his other side is not with him. He thinks everyone in the theater needs to know what he's thinking.
'Shiiiit.' he mutters. I feel a glow on the side of my face. The device is back out from under his immense black shirt. Then it's gone again. I sigh.
Boom. It's back out. The only thing glowing in the whole theater besides the screen and we have to sit next to it. Damn this dude. Damn him.
I contort my body into a cock-eyed crouch position in my chair so that my shoulder blocks out the glow from dude's Blackberry. Ah yea, this will do.
My neck starts hurting. "Ah Hellll no." he says again as the Joker says something sick.
This is getting to be quite enough, thank you. I right my body and decide to say something the next time it comes out. I'm a man, and I like to do what's right. And telling this guy that what he's doign is wrong, seems like the right thing to do.
Waiting now. Poke your head out you little bright SOB. Batman said something important. Joker responded with something important about anarchy. I'm waiting. Where is it? Why won't it come out now. Never fails. As soon as you want something, you can't have it. Just missed a crucial plot point. Damn this dude. And his terrible manners. Didn't his parents teach him about respecting the people around him? No, musta forgot that one. But they taught him how to wear his pants around his knees. Even trade.
For the remainder of the film, the glow never reappears. I waited and it never showed.
He said 'Ah Hell no' three more times, though, but no glow. The movie ends. It was awesome. I loved it. Jules loved it. We all loved it. The acting , the action, the ass-beatings. Big visuals, gritty storyline, human emotions. It was better than the first. Bales was better, Batman was tougher, and Joker was the best villian since Ivan Drago, Cruella De Ville, and that guy with the funny accent.
I decided that I wasn't going to be angry with Dude, however. He must have been really important. How else to explain so many emails/texts? No other way.
I decide to tell myself that I was sitting next to 50 Cents, the famous rapper. That makes the most sense. He was probalby texting Bale on the Blackberry right then. And I wanted to stop that, to stop 50 from holla-ing at Bale?
Shame on me and my selfishness. Whatta selfish d-bag.
I wonder who I'll sit next to when I see Tropic Thunder.
But again, let me stay on the trackiest of tracks. It's our time to enter the theater. A large conch-shell sounds. We stand up and dust off our asses and slowly begin the shuffle. The shuffle I like to call 'Quick Pick'.
This is always a bitch. It's one of the single biggest worries and stresses in my life. Cause if you choose wrongly, you'll never forgive yourself for 2 hours, and neither will the people or person you're with.
'What honey? I didn't know she'd laugh like that.'
'That wasn't me tapping, hun, that was Fidgety McAsshole next to me with the happy feet.'
I'm usually pretty decent of a picker. I spot children, I go above. I see thugs, I act old and flex. I see 'nice couple on date' I usually hone in like a honer.
But this time, I don't follow my usual methods. I get nervous. I saw the line behind me, they're coming. And the 50 people in front of me all swarmed to the middle. I knew what this meant. It's gonna be a sell out and I'd have to sit next to a stranger.
Shit. Shit shit shit. Not good. Strangers always want the armrest. It can be a midget in that chair, but damned if he doesn't take the armrest. No, I don't need it. I'm not 6'4". You take it. You're 3 feet and your feet don't touch the ground. You deserve it. I'll go get your popcorn, too. You need to have both arms up on those rests. Please. I insist.
After I panic a second I spy the opening. Dude by himself. 10 rows up. Middle. I do a small victory dance in my mind. It was like the robot, only more robotic.
I walk up the steps and toward Dude. I ask Dude if the 'Seat's taken?' He says no and pulls out his Blackberry.
Jules and I sit.
Theater fills up. Dude stays on his Blackberry through the dumb trivia. No big deal. Lots of people do that. Dude stays on Blackberry through the First trailer. Eh, kinda weird, but still no biggie. Dude stays on Blackberry through all the trailers. Lights dim. His Blackberry doesn't.
I'm fuming. Movie starts. He finally puts his Magical device away. Thank the Lord of AMC.
10 minutes into it, he starts talking to himself. "Ah Hell no." he says. "Ah HELLLL no." he again says. To himself. Cause he's not talking to me. We've never met. And the person to his other side is not with him. He thinks everyone in the theater needs to know what he's thinking.
'Shiiiit.' he mutters. I feel a glow on the side of my face. The device is back out from under his immense black shirt. Then it's gone again. I sigh.
Boom. It's back out. The only thing glowing in the whole theater besides the screen and we have to sit next to it. Damn this dude. Damn him.
I contort my body into a cock-eyed crouch position in my chair so that my shoulder blocks out the glow from dude's Blackberry. Ah yea, this will do.
My neck starts hurting. "Ah Hellll no." he says again as the Joker says something sick.
This is getting to be quite enough, thank you. I right my body and decide to say something the next time it comes out. I'm a man, and I like to do what's right. And telling this guy that what he's doign is wrong, seems like the right thing to do.
Waiting now. Poke your head out you little bright SOB. Batman said something important. Joker responded with something important about anarchy. I'm waiting. Where is it? Why won't it come out now. Never fails. As soon as you want something, you can't have it. Just missed a crucial plot point. Damn this dude. And his terrible manners. Didn't his parents teach him about respecting the people around him? No, musta forgot that one. But they taught him how to wear his pants around his knees. Even trade.
For the remainder of the film, the glow never reappears. I waited and it never showed.
He said 'Ah Hell no' three more times, though, but no glow. The movie ends. It was awesome. I loved it. Jules loved it. We all loved it. The acting , the action, the ass-beatings. Big visuals, gritty storyline, human emotions. It was better than the first. Bales was better, Batman was tougher, and Joker was the best villian since Ivan Drago, Cruella De Ville, and that guy with the funny accent.
I decided that I wasn't going to be angry with Dude, however. He must have been really important. How else to explain so many emails/texts? No other way.
I decide to tell myself that I was sitting next to 50 Cents, the famous rapper. That makes the most sense. He was probalby texting Bale on the Blackberry right then. And I wanted to stop that, to stop 50 from holla-ing at Bale?
Shame on me and my selfishness. Whatta selfish d-bag.
I wonder who I'll sit next to when I see Tropic Thunder.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Another Moment in Grocery Story History
I found her. I did. I really did. You know who I'm talkin about. The ultimate sacker. She's at the dumpiest Wal-Mart Grocery Store on the planet, Dallas Uptown's own family dump fest mc dumpingtons. She was in aisle 4, if I remember correctly. She shone like a diamond in a pile of stuff that wasn't shiney, just to illustrate how brightly she shone on this shiniest of days. At first I was apprehensive, because I saw no line in her aisle. I thought, hmmm, I bet she takes cash only. Checked for the sign, nope. So I pushed my cart passed an idiot or two and pulled up and dispersed my Tuscans, bagged salad, milk, and yogurt onto the broken conveyor belt. I piled all the similar stuff together, to make this whole process that much easier. Ya know, with the twirlie-wirlie bagging thingie there at the end it's always kind of a free for all. Like some plastic bag carousel of lost items. The sacking is the most important part of the process. If you don't sack right, you'll be walking up 3 flights of stairs doing bicep curls with 15 bags on each arm. I've done it. The plastic bags got so heavy on my wrists that I thought I'd have to cut my hands off. It was pretty cool, though, cause ever since I've tried to beat my record of 115 bucks worth of groceries, over both arms, up 3 flights and into my place with no drops. I'm a man.
But I'm not into that anymore. I'm earth friendly, and I need less bags.
So she smiles a big grill at me and asks me how I'm doing. I say great, whaddabout you, my little aproned apricot. She says fine and looks down at my crotch region. I'm unsure of what to do, so I say 'awesome.' It works in almost any situation, save for responses to deaths in families or run over dog comments.
Then she begins her magical dance with the plastic bag carousel. It's flingin' round and round, barely slowing as Tuscans drop in 3 at a time. I realize then that this woman is a master at her craft, an artisan of her profession. I admire that in her and I smile.
She's done. No way. Can't be. Yep. She asks for 92.11. I swipe my card and do the usual chicken scratch, completely illegible signature. Should call it a 'shitnature'. Cause it looks like poo poo ka ka. Hey oh.
I thank her and her grill and I stroll off. I start peaking in the bags as I make it through the door and out into freedom. That big fan that's above the door blows on me as I pass under. The fan as you're leaving? Who put that there.'So Bill, ya want the fan on em as they leave?' 'Yep, give em a blow as they go.' 'Er, Ok. Seems better to give em a cool off as they come in?' 'Nah. Terrible. Do what I say, Jim. My tag says Boss, yours says nothing. Cause you don't even have one.'
Anyway-I can't believe how well she bagged it all. Frozens with frozens. Dairy with dairy. Soap with deodorant. I used to sack. I was a sacker at Randall's when I was 16. And I was good. But this woman...she was good, too. I'm not going to say better. Cause I had to work with paper, and she uses the plastic carousel of death. It's like Paul Bunyan and that tiny guy that used the electric saw and put him out of a job. I'd be good in the beginning, but that bitch would just keep spinning that plastic bag torture wheel and she'd take me.
I gets to the car and put it all on the back seat. Sounds good at the time.
I pull out of the parking lot and think I can make a yellow light about 100 yards away. I slam on it. The expo responds like a dead horse. I realize with about 20 yards to go that the light has already become a stale red so I slam the breaks.
The perfectly bagged groceries fall to the ground. Frozens on Soap. Dairy with deodorant.
I wonder what my aproned apricot is doing later.
But I'm not into that anymore. I'm earth friendly, and I need less bags.
So she smiles a big grill at me and asks me how I'm doing. I say great, whaddabout you, my little aproned apricot. She says fine and looks down at my crotch region. I'm unsure of what to do, so I say 'awesome.' It works in almost any situation, save for responses to deaths in families or run over dog comments.
Then she begins her magical dance with the plastic bag carousel. It's flingin' round and round, barely slowing as Tuscans drop in 3 at a time. I realize then that this woman is a master at her craft, an artisan of her profession. I admire that in her and I smile.
She's done. No way. Can't be. Yep. She asks for 92.11. I swipe my card and do the usual chicken scratch, completely illegible signature. Should call it a 'shitnature'. Cause it looks like poo poo ka ka. Hey oh.
I thank her and her grill and I stroll off. I start peaking in the bags as I make it through the door and out into freedom. That big fan that's above the door blows on me as I pass under. The fan as you're leaving? Who put that there.'So Bill, ya want the fan on em as they leave?' 'Yep, give em a blow as they go.' 'Er, Ok. Seems better to give em a cool off as they come in?' 'Nah. Terrible. Do what I say, Jim. My tag says Boss, yours says nothing. Cause you don't even have one.'
Anyway-I can't believe how well she bagged it all. Frozens with frozens. Dairy with dairy. Soap with deodorant. I used to sack. I was a sacker at Randall's when I was 16. And I was good. But this woman...she was good, too. I'm not going to say better. Cause I had to work with paper, and she uses the plastic carousel of death. It's like Paul Bunyan and that tiny guy that used the electric saw and put him out of a job. I'd be good in the beginning, but that bitch would just keep spinning that plastic bag torture wheel and she'd take me.
I gets to the car and put it all on the back seat. Sounds good at the time.
I pull out of the parking lot and think I can make a yellow light about 100 yards away. I slam on it. The expo responds like a dead horse. I realize with about 20 yards to go that the light has already become a stale red so I slam the breaks.
The perfectly bagged groceries fall to the ground. Frozens on Soap. Dairy with deodorant.
I wonder what my aproned apricot is doing later.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Lil' Italy in LA Shorts Fest!
Just got the offical word that Lil' Italy is accepted into the LA Shorts Fest 2008 Fest, taking place from Aug. 15-21 in...well, Los Angeles! Hence the...yeah..LA...in the...title...shut up!
"LA Shorts Fest is the largest short film festival in the world and is accredited by the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts & Sciences. We are the only Festival with SIX awards recognized by the Academy."--straight copy c'd from their website!
OK-So that means that the tots from tiny Sicily will be packin' up the sunscreen and headed out West to put on their shindig for all of the stars in the Hills of Beverly and I'll be there every step of the way to make pbj's and rinse mouths out with soap.
If you're in the area of LA during those dates and you don't show up to see em and the festival, then ya know what? No disrespect, but you're a D-Bag. What? I said, no disrespect? You can't get mad cause I pre-cursured it with the 'no disrespect'.
-That lil' speil's from an upcoming webisode with Freddy ranting on the playground-
Bye for now.
"LA Shorts Fest is the largest short film festival in the world and is accredited by the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts & Sciences. We are the only Festival with SIX awards recognized by the Academy."--straight copy c'd from their website!
OK-So that means that the tots from tiny Sicily will be packin' up the sunscreen and headed out West to put on their shindig for all of the stars in the Hills of Beverly and I'll be there every step of the way to make pbj's and rinse mouths out with soap.
If you're in the area of LA during those dates and you don't show up to see em and the festival, then ya know what? No disrespect, but you're a D-Bag. What? I said, no disrespect? You can't get mad cause I pre-cursured it with the 'no disrespect'.
-That lil' speil's from an upcoming webisode with Freddy ranting on the playground-
Bye for now.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Lil' Italy Trailers on YOUTUBE
Oh, and I recorded NEW audio for 3 brand new Lil' Italy Webisodes that I'll post as soon as I get em done!
Hip hip-Huzzah!
Hip hip-Huzzah!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Wall E
I saw Wall E on opening night. My girlfriend and I brought some food in from the food court and plumped our asses down and witnessed history in the making. No, not because the movie was the Greatest and Bestest movie to ever grace the silver screen, but because her and I are apparently the only ones on earth that didn't feel that way.
Maybe it was a bad chicken sandwhich from Chick Fil A that rendered me immune to Wall E's icy robotic steel grip. Or the diet coke was spiked with a serum to turn my heart cold to Eve's wide-eyed stare.
I'm not sure what it was. But it was completely un-memorable to me.
And once again, it doesn't matter what any 'singular' person thinks about any one movie. They're IMMENSE money-making beasts,especially from Pixar, and will continue being such for long after this Blogger's done Blogging. Also, I don't pretend to know how to tell a better story. This is simply stating a truth, from my perspective.
I didn't laugh, I didn't cry, I didn't do much, really. Maybe I don't like robots? Maybe early on in my childhood I found robots to be irksome and creepy. Perhaps the movie Short Circuit ruined it for me.
Maybe the fact that this movie steals the plot from 'Idiocracy' by Mike Judge pretty much verbatem. Future of the world---over run with garbage from years of de-evolution and mass marketing vendors such as Sam's and Costco (called Buy N Large in Wall E).
At any rate, go see it and love it. I know you will.
Bye for now!
Maybe it was a bad chicken sandwhich from Chick Fil A that rendered me immune to Wall E's icy robotic steel grip. Or the diet coke was spiked with a serum to turn my heart cold to Eve's wide-eyed stare.
I'm not sure what it was. But it was completely un-memorable to me.
And once again, it doesn't matter what any 'singular' person thinks about any one movie. They're IMMENSE money-making beasts,especially from Pixar, and will continue being such for long after this Blogger's done Blogging. Also, I don't pretend to know how to tell a better story. This is simply stating a truth, from my perspective.
I didn't laugh, I didn't cry, I didn't do much, really. Maybe I don't like robots? Maybe early on in my childhood I found robots to be irksome and creepy. Perhaps the movie Short Circuit ruined it for me.
Maybe the fact that this movie steals the plot from 'Idiocracy' by Mike Judge pretty much verbatem. Future of the world---over run with garbage from years of de-evolution and mass marketing vendors such as Sam's and Costco (called Buy N Large in Wall E).
At any rate, go see it and love it. I know you will.
Bye for now!
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