Thursday, September 29, 2005

The ShiningCCCCCcCCcc

Last night I hung out with some people I know and others that I barely new. As I watched the interactions that people had from across the bar, i began to feel more and more detached from the other people in the room. When you can't quite make out what people are saying you get a greater sense of how we, as people relate directly to animals. The gesturing and the dull melodic tones that we use to communicate to one another is only exaggerated when it is a chorus of drunken men trying to show off their colored underbelly for the women who are present.
And now something funny:

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Any Press is Good PressCC

In New York magazine there was an article where the reporter went around to open mikes one night ad wrote a review of what he thought of the performers.
I got a call from a friend telling me that they mentioned me favorably when they happened to run across me at a show. In fact they did mention me favorably, but the description of me leading up to the favorable mention is enough to offset the mention altogether.
Thanks, New York Magazine.
Here's the link.
I'm in the last section about the Bowery Poetry Club


Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Long Night tonigh

I think the only thing wrong with being chased around by someone that you would really rather never see is that you have to look at them in order to know which way to run.
How dare I let someone have so much power over me that when they stand near me I feel that I have to move.
I have never chugged a beer but somehow tonight I won a beer chugging contest anyway.


Thursday, September 22, 2005

How crazy was my cab driver?

I get in a cab at Avenue A and Houston and then I say to the cab driver, "Williamsburg, Brooklyn.  The second exit please.
"Money up front."  The driver replies in an accent so thick that I have to ask him to repeat himself three time.
"No, you don't get money up front."  I say and take note of his cab number.
The driver demands that I get out and I threaten to call the non emergency line and report him.  The driver comes around the side, because I am still sitting in the back of the cab, and before he can grab me I say, "Touch me and I will call the police."
The driver grabs me, and I push him away by the face.  I sit in the cab and dial 911.  I put them on speakerphone.  As soon as he hears the emergency operator, he gets in the cab and begins to speed away.  I am still in the cab.  The cab door, the passenger door that I am sitting next to, is still open.
I tell the emergency operator what's going on and the driver yells back "No, no.... I take you to Williamsburg."
On the phone the emergency operator suggests that if I have any more trouble that I should just call her, but she think that the cab driver is plenty scared at the fact that she took down his car number.  I think she's right so I let him drive me home.
"You have no idea how many people get out of cab and run."
"I don't care.  You better give me back exact change."
I am at home now, with sixty cents change in my pocket.


Wednesday, September 21, 2005

If you read this-

You are a kick ass person.
I know, who aim I to say who is exceptional or not?  But why not me?
You rock!


Monday, September 19, 2005

The Girls as Frinds Thing

The truth is that I have had the "girls as friends" conversation lately and I think I now have a handle on it.  There are a fw circumstance in whic it works out just fine.
1. Agirl can be your friend, assuming that you are a guy, if you have lready dated them or an and there is no chanc that you want to get back together with them.
2.  A girl can be your friend if you were never attracted to her.  If she has an uglky personality or for some reason she jst doesn't float your boat then fine, you can be friends.
3.  If you, meaning me, ae really atrated to a girl and she is not relly attracted to you and she wants to be friends then you ca ntry to be friends but honestly, there may be a little weirdness.  I mena you can be friend but it will be hard to turn off the feeling that mayb, just maybe, if things were different you could be togeher.  The best way to solve this problem is for the girl to do somethingthat is somehow screwed up and then she would lose face in your, meaning my, eyes adn you would no longer be attracted to her. This has happened many times over.
4.  If you have recently broken up with a girl that trumps the girls that you have seen since then you can be friends easily with the secondary girls while they tey to durvive in the shadow of your former light.  This is not cool in any way but its just the wy that things are so suck it up/  Seriously suck it up.
5.  If the girl is related to you then it is easy to be her frien.  The other choice is to be damned by god and seriously, that sucks.
That's my take on it,

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Done with the movie

So, Okay, I am aback in NYC and I am happy to say that I had a peachy time working on the movie and all is well.
Florida is great.  The Florida outback in the wilds of the adventure unlimited camping ground, not so great.  There were more bugs ready to bite and sting than I think I have ever seen in my life.  There were also a huge number of these "lovebugs" all around.  Have you ever heard of these.  Two of these spend their whole life attached to one another.  They have sex for extended periods of time and they even fly around while still connected.  Their flying around while connected makes them really easy to smack out of the air. There were so many of these bugs that at one point I went to open a door to a cabin and my hand was instantly smeared with the broke bodies of these bugs that  I had just inadvertently crushed under my hand.  I made a ton of little bug Romeo and Juliets in one fell swoop.


Thursday, September 15, 2005


Yesterday was simple. I got an axe to the head and then I was done shooting for the day. The most interesting thing was that they were trying to do a bullet time effect like in the matrix. With several cameras lined up with remotes, they shot the scene iso that time will slow down and then you see it from all angles.

After I wraped I went into 'town' to get a litle excitement. I don't know what I was thinking.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

holiday- day three

Okay so yesterday was an experience that is hard to sum up. In this movie I play a character who runs a convenience store., speaks in a thick southern accent, and stutters. No big deal usually but in this film, we are shooting on location in a convenience store in Milton, Florida. There is a sense of embarrassment when you portray a southern stutterer in front of southern stutterers.

Some of the people who came into the convenience store wore shirts but they were in the minority. There was one guy who came in wearing a beard, a tattoo, and overalls. He had come in to pick up his moring beer. I don't fault him for having a morning beer, I fault mydelf for never seeing the light.

Today I challenged the entire crew to a dance off at lunch time. Later I will be killed by an axe.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005


So what if they didn't have someone to meet me at the airport and saved sendine me my itenerary until the last minute. Once I met the director, steve, and the cinematographer, george, my heart melted and everything was fine.

I awoke this morning to text message with a friend and complain / gloat about being in the wilderness.

,y call time was at 630 and an AD who was overly concerned about her figure later in the day knocked on my door to tell me that Steve would be by to grab me later. And grab me he did... Kidding.

today we shoot at a convenience store and FrankM the leadM and I will talk about my stutter. More later.


So what if they didn't have someone to meet me at the airport and saved sendine me my itenerary until the last minute. Once I met the director, steve, and the cinematographer, george, my heart melted and everything was fine.

I awoke this morning to text message with a friend and complain / gloat about being in the wilderness.

,y call time was at 630 and an AD who was overly concerned about her figure later in the day knocked on my door to tell me that Steve would be by to grab me later. And grab me he did... Kidding.

today we shoot at a convenience store and FrankM the leadM and I will talk about my stutter. More later.

Monday, September 12, 2005

day1 part 2

check this out. I have no internet and barely no phone service out here at the campsite where we are shooting at. want to know where I am? go to www.adventures unlimited . com to see the light.

david carradine is not here yet but one of the local women who has a tooth deficiency says that she has a whole load of 'sugar' waotong for him.

none for me I guess.

Fw: What We Did on our Holiday - Day 1

I am about to go to the airport on and fly into Pensacola Florida.  This is the move that I am working on:
Apparently, on my first shooting day (tomorrow)  I will meet David Carradine.  I hope that I can excite him in to Karate chopping me.  I really don't think that there's much of a chance that he still has the power that he had in the early days.  Maybe he'll read this and prove me wrong.
Anyway, I am definitely excited about the trip. Want to see inside the Hollywood machine?
Here is an e-mal I sent to my agent this morning.
I am about to head to the airport.  I still do not know.
1.  Who is picking me up in Florida, if anyone
2.  Where I will be staying
3.  I know nothing about daily per diem
I called the production office this weekend , and left a message,but as of yet, I have had no call back.
Anyway we can get some of these answers before I land?
Making movies is fun!
I should get a mid sized travel bag because all I have is the small and the large one and this trip is right in the middle.


Tuesday, September 06, 2005


Look at my new Bizarro T-Shirt.
When I was buying it they pointed to a purple t-shirt with a reverse S and a Blue T-shirt with a reverse S and the teller asked "The animated bizarro or the print Bizarro."
I said , "The purple one.."


Someone forwarded this to me

i heard from my aunt last night that my cousin Denise
made it out of New Orleans; she's at her brother's in
Baton Rouge. from what she told me:

her mother, a licensed practical nurse, was called in
to work on Sunday night at Memorial Hospital
(historically known as Baptist Hospital to those of us
from N.O.). Denise decided to stay with her mother,
her niece and grandniece (who is 2 years old); she
figured they'd be safe at the hospital. they went to
Baptist, and had to wait hours to be assigned a room
to sleep in; after they were finally assigned a room,
two white nurses suddenly arrived after the cut-off
time (time to be assigned a room), and Denise and her
family were booted out; their room was given up to the
new nurses. Denise was furious, and rather than stay
at Baptist, decided to walk home (several blocks away)
to ride out the storm at her mother's apartment. her
mother stayed at the hospital.

she described it as the scariest time in her life. 3
of the rooms in the apartment (there are only 4) caved
in. ceilings caved in, walls caved in. she huddled
under a mattress in the hall. she thought she would
die from either the storm or a heart attack. after the
storm passed, she went back to Baptist to seek shelter
(this was Monday). it was also scary at Baptist; the
electricity was out, they were running on generators,
there was no air conditioning. Tuesday the levees
broke, and water began rising. they moved patients
upstairs, saw boats pass by on what used to be
streets. they were told that they would be evacuated,
that buses were coming. then they were told they would
have to walk to the nearest intersection, Napoleon and
S. Claiborne, to await the buses. they waded out in
hip-deep water, only to stand at the intersection, on
the neutral ground (what y'all call the median) for 3
1/2 hours. the buses came and took them to the Ernest
Morial Convention Center. (yes, the convention center
you've all seen on TV.)

Denise said she thought she was in hell. they were
there for 2 days, with no water, no food. no shelter.
Denise, her mother (63 years old), her niece (21 years
old), and 2-year-old grandniece. when they arrived,
there were already thousands of people there. they
were told that buses were coming. police drove by,
windows rolled up, thumbs up signs. national guard
trucks rolled by, completely empty, soldiers with guns
cocked and aimed at them. nobody stopped to drop off
water. a helicopter dropped a load of water, but all
the bottles exploded on impact due to the height of
the helicopter.

the first day (Wednesday) 4 people died next to her.
the second day (Thursday) 6 people died next to her.
Denise told me the people around her all thought they
had been sent there to die. again, nobody stopped. the
only buses that came were full; they dropped off more
and more people, but nobody was being picked up and
taken away. they found out that those being dropped
off had been rescued from rooftops and attics; they
got off the buses delirious from lack of water and
food. completely dehydrated. the crowd tried to keep
them all in one area; Denise said the new arrivals had
mostly lost their minds. they had gone crazy.

inside the convention center, the place was one huge
bathroom. in order to shit, you had to stand in other
people's shit. the floors were black and slick with
shit. most people stayed outside because the smell was
so bad. but outside wasn't much better: between the
heat, the humidity, the lack of water, the old and
very young dying from dehydration... and there was no
place to lay down, not even room on the sidewalk. they
slept outside Wednesday night, under an overpass.

Denise said yes, there were young men with guns there.
but they organized the crowd. they went to Canal
Street and "looted," and brought back food and water
for the old people and the babies, because nobody had
eaten in days. when the police rolled down windows and
yelled out "the buses are coming," the young men with
guns organized the crowd in order: old people in
front, women and children next, men in the back. just
so that when the buses came, there would be priorities
of who got out first.

Denise said the fights she saw between the young men
with guns were fist fights. she saw them put their
guns down and fight rather than shoot up the crowd.
but she said that there were a handful of people shot
in the convention center; their bodies were left
inside, along with other dead babies and old people.

Denise said the people thought there were being sent
there to die. lots of people being dropped off, nobody
being picked up. cops passing by, speeding off.
national guard rolling by with guns aimed at them. and
yes, a few men shot at the police, because at a
certain point all the people thought the cops were
coming to hurt them, to kill them all. she saw a young
man who had stolen a car speed past, cops in pursuit;
he crashed the car, got out and ran, and the cops shot
him in the back. in front of the whole crowd. she saw
many groups of people decide that they were going to
walk across the bridge to the west bank, and those
same groups would return, saying that they were met at
the top of the bridge by armed police ordering them to
turn around, that they weren't allowed to leave.

so they all believed they were sent there to die.

Denise's niece found a pay phone, and kept trying to
call her mother's boyfriend in Baton Rouge, and
finally got through and told him where they were. the
boyfriend, and Denise's brother, drove down from Baton
Rouge and came and got them. they had to bribe a few
cops, and talk a few into letting them into the city
("come on, man, my 2-year-old niece is at the
Convention Center!"), then they took back roads to get
to them.

after arriving at my other cousin's apartment in Baton
Rouge, they saw the images on TV, and couldn't believe
how the media was portraying the people of New
Orleans. she kept repeating to me on the phone last
night: make sure you tell everybody that they left us
there to die. nobody came. those young men with guns
were protecting us. if it wasn't for them, we wouldn't
have had the little water and food they had found.

that's Denise Moore's story.

Lisa C. Moore