Word up WND

The word-a-day emails I subscribe to just aren’t sticking in my brain. I’m told I have to use them to remember them, but how often do I come across a dude with a frigate who'll let me ask about his dunnage? Almost never. So I'm writing a novel. I call it "Chicks Dig Boustrophedon."  Here's an excerpt:

Chapter 2: "Desiccated, arid and sere: now that's dry"

"Are you oppugning that I am too much of a philatelist to appreciate your numismatic proclivities?" Thelonious asked Tiffany as they ambulated past the Zebra cage which smelled really terrible.
"You hurl aspersions at my avocation widdershins in a tourbillion of nonsense, a sempiternal effort to seem perspicacious. Plus, you rob banks." Tiffany opined like a motherfucker.
"Widdershins? WIDDERSHINS?!" Thelonious didn't like that at all. "I am no yegg and should be enskied as a god!" Thelonious had never been enskied at all, if you can believe it.
"Hear my maw burst with diapasons of frustration as my eyes scan your visage in a series of saccades that I hope will break me of my cathexis and resolve once and for all my chronic abulia about confronting you about the excess dunnage of your friggin' frigate!"
The zebra stood quietly. He had pretty stripes.

Pretty sweet. Or should I say pretty... sweet. (I don't have a fancy synonym for that one yet.)

Join us this Wednesday after 8:30 to agglutinate yourself to a beer bottle, fellow autodidacts, at:

Birds

5925 Franklin Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90028

Cross Street: Tamarind

Insouciant when it comes to souciance,
Jeremy

WND without a posse (redux)

Looks like the "Posse" credit stays on the resume thanks to the industrious research of one Joey Peters. She located the following image online, proving once and for all that I was in it. Apparently, a different poster was used in Belgium or something (?). Anyway, the fact that Joey happens to be a professional graphic designer is completely irrelevant and not a sign whatsoever that she doctored the picture in any way, so all you conspiracy theorists can just settle down. To be honest, I'm hoping there aren't too many copies of this floating around; I look so incredibly tough, I fear I'll be typecast as the badass maverick when I have so much more to offer.

Saddle up for drinks with us this Wednesday after 8:30 at:

Three Of Clubs

1123 Vine St
Los Angeles, CA 90038
Cross Street: Santa Monica

WND without a posse

I give up. An entry has existed on my resume for years that must at long last be removed. The reason is simply that no one believes me, including the fine people at imdb. No joke: I worked on "Posse." You may remember the Mario Van Peebles epic that followed a group of black cowboys in the Wild West. You may then wonder how I could have possibly been involved. Perhaps it's the black part; perhaps it's the cowboy part. Whatever the reason, your lack of faith Is irrelevant.

I challenge you to dust off that collector's edition DVD you own and pop it in. Check out the campfire scene and savor the humming falsetto during the sing-along, the angelic warbling provided by yours truly... off-camera. I realize my upper register is more reminiscent of Leo Sayer than Marvin Gaye, but honestly, why would anybody make something like that up? To compensate for a lifelong obsession with Mario "MVP" Van Peebles who NEVER returns his calls? Hardly. In any event, I shall no longer try to associate myself with the film. The world is a sadder place.

Join us for drinks this Wednesday after 8:30 at:

James Beach

60 N Venice Blvd
Venice, CA 90291

Cross Street: Pacific