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Hopeless Actor

The start of a new series of mine about the frivolities of acting.

Enjoy,

-Asher

BLAME IT

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on Hype Williams & Auto-Tune.

Hats off to Jamie Foxx though.



So it took me 7 or 10 months to see the video, now that I did I love it. Although I don't know if they're serious or not, but as viewer watching Ron Howard roll gangsta to a club with Forest is hilarious. Another point that makes me wonder is that aside from the A+ cameos, it looks like it was made for $50. If anything it is a great use of editing. Jaime beholds the gift of T-Pain and Auto-Tune and gets the party started. I just don't know what to think, but I'll keep watching. Watch for Morris Chestnut, a woman who looks a hell of a lot like Rihanna, Quincy Jones, Bill Bellamy(!), Jermaine Dupri and my longtime favorite, Garrett Morris and yes, even Cedric the Entertainer drops in.

Oh yeah, T-Pain, Sam Jackson & Jake Gyllanhaal are in it too. ;-p

comments welcome.

The Year of the Tiger

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"I'm so sorry I banged so many hot girls...and got caught. I'm sorry I'm such a good golfer, otherwise none of you would care. Now I need a hug"
-Tiger Woods

"I'm sorry anyone cares."
-Me


The Chinese New Year was just rung in and to everyone's delight, it is the Year of the Tiger. Celebrate with me by watching the new video about Tiger below.




MUG SHOT "So my life blows right now."




Week o' Love: Day 7

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And now a blog for the women:



Today is Valentine's Day, the day on which we celebrate love, especially romantic love. The holiday was named after an early Christian priest, St. Valentine, who was martyred on February 14 in 269 A.D.

The tradition of exchanging love notes on Valentine's Day originates from the martyr Valentine himself. The legend maintains that due to a shortage of enlistments, Emperor Claudius II forbade single men to get married in an effort to bolster his struggling army. Seeing this act as a grave injustice, Valentine performed clandestine wedding rituals in defiance of the emperor. Valentine was discovered, imprisoned, and sentenced to death by beheading. While awaiting his fate in his cell, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with the daughter of a prison guard, who would come and visit him. On the day of his death, Valentine left a note for the young woman professing his undying devotion signed "Love from your Valentine."

Poets Robert Browni…

Week o' Love: Day 7

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Happy Valentines Day!

My boy Skyy laying it down! Enjoy Gentlemen!




...and here's the lyrics so you can sing along!

LOVE STINKS
J. Geils Band

You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
You just can't win
And so it goes
Till the day you die
This thing they call love
It's gonna make you cry
I've had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing for sure

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah

Two by two and side by side
Love's gonna find you yes it is
You just can't hide
You'll hear it call
Your heart will fall
Then love will fly
It's gonna soar
I don't care for any casanova thing
All I can say is
Love stinks

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah

I've been through diamonds
I've been through minks
I've been through it all
Love stinks

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(…

Farmer Makes Huge Manure Valentine's Heart For Wife

Week o' Love: Day 5

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Love Sick

Words and music by Bob Dylan

I'm walking,
through streets that are dead
Walking,
walking with you in my head

My feet are so tired
My brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping

Did I,
hear someone tell a lie
Did I,
hear someone's distant cry

I spoke like a child;
You destroyed me with a smile
while I was sleeping

I'm sick of love
But I'm in the thick of it
This kind of love
I'm so sick of it

I see,
I see lovers in the meadow
I see,
I see silhouettes in the window

I watch them 'til they're gone
and they leave me hangin' on
to a shadow

I'm sick of love
I hear the clock tick
this kind of love
I'm lovesick

Sometimes
the silence can be like thunder
Sometimes
I wanna take to the road and plunder

Could you ever be true?
I think of you and I wonder

I'm sick of love
I wish I'd never met you
I'm sick of love
I'm tryin' to forget you

Just don't know what to do
I'd give anything to be with you



Followed by another one of my favorites of his:

"Boots Of Spanis…

Week o' Love: Day 4

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A Man Alone

by Stephen Orlen

I hated breaking up and I hated
Being left, finding myself in an apartment
With an extra set of silverware and a ghost,
Impatient to be gone. Then to summon up
Who I was before the bed was full with woman.
To shift the street-mind from getting to
To slowing down and window shop. In the bar down the street,
To let my eyes simplify again, and make no judgments,
And breathe in the smoke that drifts
Through one body then another,
And find myself close enough
To whisper into a woman's just-washed hair
And inhale that ten thousand year old scent.
To memorize a phone number.
To learn to say goodnight at her door.
To keep my hands in my pockets, like a boy.
To open the heart, only a little at a time.

"A Man Alone" by Steve Orlen

Week o' Love: Day 3

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"This Year's Valentine"
by Philip Appleman

They could
pump frenzy into air ducts
and rage into reservoirs,
dynamite dams
and drown cities,
cry fire in theaters
as the victims are burning,
but
I will find my way through blackened streets
and kneel down at your side.

They could
jump the median, head-on,
and obliterate the future,
fit .45's to the hands of kids
and skate them off to school,
flip live butts into tinderbox forests
and hellfire half the heavens,
but
in the rubble of smoking cottages
I will hold you in my arms.

They could
send kidnappers to kindergartens
and pedophiles to playgrounds,
wrap themselves in Old Glory
and gut the Bill of Rights,
pound the door with holy screed
and put an end to reason,
but
I will cut through their curtains of cunning
and find you somewhere in the moonlight.

Whatever they do with their anthrax or chainsaws,
however they strip-search or brainwash or blackmail,
they cannot prevent me f…