So last Friday Zaphod and I started working on a new project. A show about 4 men stuck at the bottom ocean. Wait two men. And a beaver. And a cat.
Funny little anecdote, Zaphod improvised an amazing theme song... and then completely forgot it. So we've been wracking our brains trying to find out what exactly the words were. Its safe to say I've gone far past insanity.
N E WAYZ, its lookin' pretty sexy so far. I've been charged with exterior set design so I'll be working on that this week. I'll probably take a few progress pictures and document the making of the show and maybe I'll post it up if it turns out to be halfway decent.
Sorry for the lack of posts, buds, that is if'n you are still reading this. Whores. Sluts. Lecherous SWINE.
Here's the stats for the show:
Director: Zaphod Beeblebrox
Co-Director: FengharTheNord
Actors: Zaphod*, Fenghar, Cat**, Beaver***
Set Design: Fenghar
Writers: Zaphod, Fenghar
DP: Zaphod, Fenghar*
Gaffer: Stanly Cruster
Animal Wrangler: William Jenkinson
Music: Fenghar on the Harmonica, Zaphod on the lyrics, and Both on the Vocals
Producer: Slatfatf productions****
Stuntmen: Clevis Nagrom, Hideo Nakijima, Terrence Swillwater, Sven Taxit, Spork Mannington, Rodney Blackshoot, Tim Handcock
Fannypack Sprucer: Travis Hepling
*He might not want to act in it...
**Zaphod's puppet, Voiced by me or Zaphod (idk)
***My puppet, Voiced by me or Zaphod (again, idk)
****Name Subject to change
Also, we might sign some other people on as well...
P.S. Can't wait for House Tuesday...
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Just posting to show that I'm alive and well. I'm thinking of baking up a nice little vlog real soon so expect to be fed a delicious and vomit un-inducing meal within the next 73.38 hours. It will be a nice clean match, south lawrence rules with a little hanky panky on the side. Don't count on seeing my face though. I have to hide my identity to protect myself and the ones I love.
Meanwhile...
In other news...
On the other side of the galaxy...
A man and his dog are going for a walk into a bar, the blonde bartender turns to the horse and says I'll give you three wishes. The horse dies the next day and at the funeral a preacher, a rabbi, and a muslim guy are arguing over golf rules when all of a sudden god comes out of the sky and everyone is all like "Jesus, I had no idea you wore pants"! During the apocalypse one cop turns to the other and is like "Telephone, I thought you said Megaphone!" Cue canned laughter and a shot of Jimmy Hoffa's face. A tsunami rolls into town and walks into the nearest saloon, kicking open the swinging doors with startling fury. Inside the dimly lit cave there is a horeshoe, a car salesman, and an oriental vase. Your exits are north, south, and east. If you choose to dig up the grave, turn to page 70. If you choose to go back the way you came turn to page 21. Ashes to ashes, funk to funky. I like cookies extra chunky. Seacrest...
OUT!
Meanwhile...
In other news...
On the other side of the galaxy...
A man and his dog are going for a walk into a bar, the blonde bartender turns to the horse and says I'll give you three wishes. The horse dies the next day and at the funeral a preacher, a rabbi, and a muslim guy are arguing over golf rules when all of a sudden god comes out of the sky and everyone is all like "Jesus, I had no idea you wore pants"! During the apocalypse one cop turns to the other and is like "Telephone, I thought you said Megaphone!" Cue canned laughter and a shot of Jimmy Hoffa's face. A tsunami rolls into town and walks into the nearest saloon, kicking open the swinging doors with startling fury. Inside the dimly lit cave there is a horeshoe, a car salesman, and an oriental vase. Your exits are north, south, and east. If you choose to dig up the grave, turn to page 70. If you choose to go back the way you came turn to page 21. Ashes to ashes, funk to funky. I like cookies extra chunky. Seacrest...
OUT!
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