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Gaga Is Gonegone

Posted on August 22, 2011 by Some Gay Guy

It seems like for the last two years, the sounds of Lady Gaga were impossible to ignore. Everywhere you went, there she was; the supermarket, the club, your car, friend’s houses, that girl was all over. When your parents ask … Continue reading →

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Dad Bands – A Particularly LA Phenomena

Posted on August 19, 2011 by Some Gay Guy

Like most men on the planet, I’m really angry that I never got to be a rock star. When I was a kid in school and the teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I’d … Continue reading →

Posted in Aging, Celebrities, Directors, How LA Works, LA Characters | Tagged 10, 101, 110, 405, 688, 80s movies, African American, ALC, always the best man never the groom, Apocalypto, apple pie, Arnold Schwartzenegger, attack of the robots, Australia, Australian, Australians in Film, Bali, balls, banger bingo, bear411, bears, bearwww, Berlin, Berlin Public transport, best man, Black, bladder control, BMW Z4, bodybuilders, break ups, bride, Brisbane, British Royal Family, buses, California, California Drivers License, changing the value of Pi, chateau marmont, chateau marmot, chilling out, Chinese restaurants, Chuck Taylors, cigarette, cigarettes, comedy, comfort technology, competition, Converse, Courtney Love, Dad Bands, Danny Boyle, dating, dating disasters, dating in LA, destiny, Diary of a superhero, directors, douchebag, Drinking with princes, Dutch, east Berlin, entertainment attorney, ericsson phones, Ethan Hawke, Europe, Europeans, Ewan McGregor, fix death race, fixie bikes, freeways, gay, gay men, Gene Simmons, George Costanza, getting dumped in LA, getting older, going the distance, gps, groom, Hayden Christiansen, heroin chic, hip hop, Hollywood, hollywood trash, how to make it in showbusiness, Hugo Boss, james franco, james franco blowjob, Jason Alexander, Jeff Renfroe, Jeremy Sisto, Jewish boys, JJ Abrams, Kaffiyeh, Karl Dunn, Katrina, KITT, LA, LA Stories, LAFF, lawrence fishburne, LAX, Lewis, lindsay lohan, living in LA, Los Angeles, louisiana fried chicken, love, Lucky Strike, Luke Wilson, Madonna, Marlboro Man, matrix, Mel Gibson, Melbourne, meryl streep, Michael Babin, modern day life, morpheus, moving to LA, muscle beach, New Orleans, newton circus, night drives, otter, OZ, paparazzi, parking tickets, Peter Sellers, Peter Stuyvesant, photographers, Popeye's, Prince Harry, Prince William, producers, Provincetown, PTown, Raised Jewish, Ryan Philippe, sam rockwell, scarf, scarves, screenwriting, screenwriting tips, Seinfeld, shanghai, singlish, sleeping, Slumdog Millionaire, Spanish, Stewart Copeland, stories, strippers, sucks dick, sunset blvd, sunset boulevard, superhero, Superman, surfs, Sydney, tattoo, testicles, the Artist, the Eagle, the juicer, the LA marathon, titty t-shirt, tracy Emin, Trudy, Urban Outfitters, Vegas, Venice, Venice beach, Venice Boardwalk, weddings, weho, West hollywood, Westwood, what the smurf, when will I make it, White Trash, White Trash Fast Food, wino joe, writers, writing, YSL, zouk | 4 Comments

I Watch James Franco Suck Dick

Posted on August 16, 2011 by Some Gay Guy

Paul and I were attending the LA Film Fest a few weeks ago in downtown. It’s a fairly big do here in town. But it’s a funny thing; considering that this is the epicenter of film in the English speaking … Continue reading →

Posted in Actors, Americanisms, Celebrities, Gay Men, LA Characters, Sex | Tagged 10, 101, 110, 405, 688, 80s movies, African American, ALC, always the best man never the groom, Apocalypto, apple pie, Arnold Schwartzenegger, attack of the robots, Australia, Australian, Australians in Film, Bali, balls, banger bingo, bear411, bears, bearwww, Berlin, Berlin Public transport, best man, Black, bladder control, BMW Z4, bodybuilders, break ups, bride, Brisbane, British Royal Family, buses, California, California Drivers License, changing the value of Pi, chateau marmont, chateau marmot, chilling out, Chinese restaurants, Chuck Taylors, cigarette, cigarettes, comedy, comfort technology, competition, Converse, Courtney Love, Danny Boyle, dating, dating disasters, dating in LA, destiny, Diary of a superhero, directors, douchebag, Drinking with princes, Dutch, east Berlin, entertainment attorney, ericsson phones, Ethan Hawke, Europe, Europeans, Ewan McGregor, fix death race, fixie bikes, freeways, gay, gay men, George Costanza, getting dumped in LA, getting older, going the distance, gps, groom, Hayden Christiansen, heroin chic, hip hop, Hollywood, hollywood trash, how to make it in showbusiness, Hugo Boss, james franco, james franco blowjob, Jason Alexander, Jeff Renfroe, Jeremy Sisto, Jewish boys, Kaffiyeh, Karl Dunn, Katrina, KITT, LA, LA Stories, LAFF, lawrence fishburne, LAX, Lewis, lindsay lohan, living in LA, Los Angeles, louisiana fried chicken, love, Lucky Strike, Luke Wilson, Madonna, Marlboro Man, matrix, Mel Gibson, Melbourne, meryl streep, Michael Babin, modern day life, morpheus, moving to LA, muscle beach, New Orleans, newton circus, night drives, otter, OZ, paparazzi, parking tickets, Peter Sellers, Peter Stuyvesant, photographers, Popeye's, Prince Harry, Prince William, producers, Provincetown, PTown, Raised Jewish, Ryan Philippe, sam rockwell, scarf, scarves, screenwriting, screenwriting tips, Seinfeld, shanghai, singlish, sleeping, Slumdog Millionaire, Spanish, stories, strippers, sucks dick, sunset blvd, sunset boulevard, superhero, Superman, surfs, Sydney, tattoo, testicles, the Artist, the Eagle, the juicer, the LA marathon, titty t-shirt, tracy Emin, Trudy, Urban Outfitters, Vegas, Venice, Venice beach, Venice Boardwalk, weddings, weho, West hollywood, Westwood, what the smurf, when will I make it, White Trash, White Trash Fast Food, wino joe, writers, writing, YSL, zouk | 1 Comment

Public Transport Greatest Hits

Posted on August 11, 2011 by Some Gay Guy

You all know that LA is a car city. If you don’t have one, you’re pretty much screwed. Or, you’re on the buses. Paul and I live near the intersection that just about every bus in town goes by. Being … Continue reading →

Posted in Driving, Fashion, public transport, Race, White People | Tagged 10, 101, 110, 405, 688, 80s movies, African American, ALC, always the best man never the groom, Apocalypto, apple pie, Arnold Schwartzenegger, attack of the robots, Australia, Australian, Australians in Film, Bali, balls, banger bingo, bear411, bears, bearwww, Berlin, Berlin Public transport, best man, Black, bladder control, BMW Z4, bodybuilders, break ups, bride, Brisbane, British Royal Family, buses, California, California Drivers License, changing the value of Pi, chateau marmont, chateau marmot, chilling out, Chinese restaurants, Chuck Taylors, cigarette, cigarettes, comedy, comfort technology, competition, Converse, Courtney Love, Danny Boyle, dating, dating disasters, dating in LA, destiny, Diary of a superhero, directors, douchebag, Drinking with princes, Dutch, east Berlin, entertainment attorney, ericsson phones, Ethan Hawke, Europe, Europeans, Ewan McGregor, fix death race, fixie bikes, freeways, gay, gay men, George Costanza, getting dumped in LA, getting older, going the distance, gps, groom, Hayden Christiansen, heroin chic, hip hop, Hollywood, hollywood trash, how to make it in showbusiness, Hugo Boss, Jason Alexander, Jeff Renfroe, Jeremy Sisto, Jewish boys, Kaffiyeh, Karl Dunn, Katrina, KITT, LA, LA Stories, LAFF, lawrence fishburne, LAX, Lewis, lindsay lohan, living in LA, Los Angeles, louisiana fried chicken, love, Lucky Strike, Luke Wilson, Madonna, Marlboro Man, matrix, Mel Gibson, Melbourne, meryl streep, Michael Babin, modern day life, morpheus, moving to LA, muscle beach, New Orleans, newton circus, night drives, otter, OZ, paparazzi, parking tickets, Peter Sellers, Peter Stuyvesant, photographers, Popeye's, Prince Harry, Prince William, producers, Provincetown, PTown, Raised Jewish, Ryan Philippe, sam rockwell, scarf, scarves, screenwriting, screenwriting tips, Seinfeld, shanghai, singlish, sleeping, Slumdog Millionaire, Spanish, stories, strippers, sunset blvd, sunset boulevard, superhero, Superman, surfs, Sydney, tattoo, testicles, the Artist, the Eagle, the juicer, the LA marathon, titty t-shirt, tracy Emin, Trudy, Urban Outfitters, Vegas, Venice, Venice beach, Venice Boardwalk, weddings, weho, West hollywood, Westwood, what the smurf, when will I make it, White Trash, White Trash Fast Food, wino joe, writers, writing, YSL, zouk | 1 Comment

Changing The Value Of Pi, Oh Why, Oh Why?

Posted on August 6, 2011 by Some Gay Guy

Letter from the Editor: I wrote this post in response to an article that I read on Huffington Post. Turns out that this story is a hoax that’s been doing the rounds on the net. I don’t know what’s scarier, … Continue reading →

Posted in Americanisms, Religion, White People | Tagged 10, 101, 110, 405, 688, 80s movies, African American, ALC, always the best man never the groom, Apocalypto, apple pie, Arnold Schwartzenegger, attack of the robots, Australia, Australian, Australians in Film, Bali, balls, bear411, bears, bearwww, Berlin, Berlin Public transport, best man, Black, bladder control, BMW Z4, bodybuilders, break ups, bride, Brisbane, British Royal Family, California, California Drivers License, changing the value of Pi, chateau marmont, chateau marmot, chilling out, Chinese restaurants, Chuck Taylors, cigarette, cigarettes, comedy, comfort technology, competition, Converse, Courtney Love, Danny Boyle, dating, dating disasters, dating in LA, destiny, Diary of a superhero, directors, douchebag, Drinking with princes, Dutch, east Berlin, entertainment attorney, ericsson phones, Ethan Hawke, Europe, Europeans, Ewan McGregor, fix death race, fixie bikes, freeways, gay, gay men, George Costanza, getting dumped in LA, getting older, going the distance, gps, groom, Hayden Christiansen, heroin chic, hip hop, Hollywood, hollywood trash, how to make it in showbusiness, Hugo Boss, Jason Alexander, Jeff Renfroe, Jeremy Sisto, Jewish boys, Kaffiyeh, Karl Dunn, Katrina, KITT, LA, LA Stories, LAFF, lawrence fishburne, LAX, Lewis, lindsay lohan, living in LA, Los Angeles, louisiana fried chicken, love, Lucky Strike, Luke Wilson, Madonna, Marlboro Man, matrix, Mel Gibson, Melbourne, meryl streep, Michael Babin, modern day life, morpheus, moving to LA, muscle beach, New Orleans, newton circus, night drives, otter, OZ, paparazzi, parking tickets, Peter Sellers, Peter Stuyvesant, photographers, Popeye's, Prince Harry, Prince William, producers, Provincetown, PTown, Raised Jewish, Ryan Philippe, sam rockwell, scarf, scarves, screenwriting, screenwriting tips, Seinfeld, shanghai, singlish, sleeping, Slumdog Millionaire, Spanish, stories, strippers, sunset blvd, sunset boulevard, superhero, Superman, surfs, Sydney, tattoo, testicles, the Artist, the Eagle, the juicer, the LA marathon, tracy Emin, Trudy, Urban Outfitters, Vegas, Venice, Venice beach, Venice Boardwalk, weddings, weho, West hollywood, Westwood, what the smurf, when will I make it, White Trash, White Trash Fast Food, writers, writing, YSL, zouk | 5 Comments

Do We Really Get Any Older?

Posted on August 2, 2011 by Some Gay Guy

I’m nearly 40. It’s around the corner. This fact doesn’t terrify me the way that I thought it would. What I do find strange though, is that I thought I would feel differently to how I do now. When I … Continue reading →

Posted in Advertising, Aging, Art | Tagged 10, 101, 110, 405, 688, 80s movies, African American, ALC, always the best man never the groom, Apocalypto, Arnold Schwartzenegger, attack of the robots, Australia, Australian, Australians in Film, Bali, balls, bear411, bears, bearwww, Berlin, Berlin Public transport, best man, Black, bladder control, BMW Z4, bodybuilders, break ups, bride, Brisbane, British Royal Family, California, California Drivers License, chateau marmont, chateau marmot, chilling out, Chinese restaurants, Chuck Taylors, cigarette, cigarettes, comedy, comfort technology, competition, Converse, Courtney Love, Danny Boyle, dating, dating disasters, dating in LA, destiny, Diary of a superhero, directors, douchebag, Drinking with princes, Dutch, east Berlin, entertainment attorney, ericsson phones, Ethan Hawke, Europe, Europeans, Ewan McGregor, fix death race, fixie bikes, freeways, gay, gay men, George Costanza, getting dumped in LA, getting older, going the distance, gps, groom, Hayden Christiansen, heroin chic, hip hop, Hollywood, hollywood trash, how to make it in showbusiness, Hugo Boss, Jason Alexander, Jeff Renfroe, Jeremy Sisto, Jewish boys, Kaffiyeh, Karl Dunn, Katrina, KITT, LA, LA Stories, LAFF, lawrence fishburne, LAX, Lewis, lindsay lohan, living in LA, Los Angeles, louisiana fried chicken, love, Lucky Strike, Luke Wilson, Madonna, Marlboro Man, matrix, Mel Gibson, Melbourne, meryl streep, Michael Babin, modern day life, morpheus, moving to LA, muscle beach, New Orleans, newton circus, night drives, otter, OZ, paparazzi, parking tickets, Peter Sellers, Peter Stuyvesant, photographers, Popeye's, Prince Harry, Prince William, producers, Provincetown, PTown, Raised Jewish, Ryan Philippe, sam rockwell, scarf, scarves, screenwriting, screenwriting tips, Seinfeld, shanghai, singlish, sleeping, Slumdog Millionaire, Spanish, stories, strippers, sunset blvd, sunset boulevard, superhero, Superman, surfs, Sydney, tattoo, testicles, the Artist, the Eagle, the juicer, the LA marathon, tracy Emin, Trudy, Urban Outfitters, Vegas, Venice, Venice beach, Venice Boardwalk, weddings, weho, West hollywood, Westwood, what the smurf, when will I make it, White Trash, White Trash Fast Food, writers, writing, YSL, zouk | 7 Comments

What The Smurf Is Going On?

Posted on July 27, 2011 by Some Gay Guy

I have the utmost respect for anyone who gets a movie onto the screens here in the US. I really do. I’ve come close a couple of times, so I know the seemingly insurmountable challenge of getting one over the … Continue reading →

Posted in How LA Works, LA Customs, Scripts, Writers | Tagged 10, 101, 110, 405, 688, 80s movies, African American, ALC, always the best man never the groom, Apocalypto, Arnold Schwartzenegger, attack of the robots, Australia, Australian, Australians in Film, Bali, balls, bear411, bears, bearwww, Berlin, Berlin Public transport, best man, Black, bladder control, BMW Z4, bodybuilders, break ups, bride, Brisbane, British Royal Family, California, California Drivers License, chateau marmont, chateau marmot, chilling out, Chinese restaurants, Chuck Taylors, cigarette, cigarettes, comedy, comfort technology, competition, Converse, Courtney Love, Danny Boyle, dating, dating disasters, dating in LA, destiny, Diary of a superhero, directors, douchebag, Drinking with princes, Dutch, east Berlin, entertainment attorney, ericsson phones, Ethan Hawke, Europe, Europeans, Ewan McGregor, fix death race, fixie bikes, freeways, gay, gay men, George Costanza, getting dumped in LA, going the distance, gps, groom, Hayden Christiansen, heroin chic, hip hop, Hollywood, hollywood trash, how to make it in showbusiness, Hugo Boss, Jason Alexander, Jeff Renfroe, Jeremy Sisto, Jewish boys, Kaffiyeh, Karl Dunn, Katrina, KITT, LA, LA Stories, LAFF, lawrence fishburne, LAX, Lewis, lindsay lohan, living in LA, Los Angeles, louisiana fried chicken, love, Lucky Strike, Luke Wilson, Madonna, Marlboro Man, matrix, Mel Gibson, Melbourne, meryl streep, Michael Babin, modern day life, morpheus, moving to LA, muscle beach, New Orleans, newton circus, night drives, otter, OZ, paparazzi, parking tickets, Peter Sellers, Peter Stuyvesant, photographers, Popeye's, Prince Harry, Prince William, producers, Provincetown, PTown, Raised Jewish, Ryan Philippe, sam rockwell, scarf, scarves, screenwriting, screenwriting tips, Seinfeld, shanghai, singlish, sleeping, Slumdog Millionaire, Spanish, stories, strippers, sunset blvd, sunset boulevard, superhero, Superman, surfs, Sydney, tattoo, testicles, the Artist, the Eagle, the juicer, the LA marathon, tracy Emin, Trudy, Urban Outfitters, Vegas, Venice, Venice beach, Venice Boardwalk, weddings, weho, West hollywood, Westwood, what the smurf, when will I make it, White Trash, White Trash Fast Food, writers, writing, YSL, zouk | Leave a comment

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Gaga Is Gonegone

Dad Bands – A Particularly LA Phenomena

I Watch James Franco Suck Dick

Public Transport Greatest Hits

Changing The Value Of Pi, Oh Why, Oh Why?

Do We Really Get Any Older?

What The Smurf Is Going On?

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