Fearg on Fridays

Ok, ok, I know. I've been out blogged by the Blogolga. Welcome back sir. Last week my internet time was taken up with updating the website. We have a new front page and a some updates around and about the place.

This is going to be a short blog because I have SO much TV to watch. I don't really like watching TV, but then we went and got Sky+ and today alone I have watched THREE count them THREE NFL games back to back and I'm now settling down to watch Casino Royale, with cheese. Which in America they call Casino Quater Pounder, with cheese. That is an excellent Pulp Fiction reference slash joke. If you don't get it go and watch Pulp Fiction, if you do get you'll probably go and watch it anyway because it's that good a film that when you think about it you want to watch it. Damn, now I want to watch it.

In my little hiatus I've been a busy-ish bee. I've continued my roll of positive rejections. "What the hey is a positive rejection Feargaliscious?" I hear you ask in a particularly PG13 ghetto way. Well it's when you audition, don't get the part but have lengthy meetings/conversations/Emails with the directors who tell you that you're great and they want to work with just not on this one. It is a good thing, it's just hard to remember that when you get four in a row. It was after the fourth of these that I was offered the lead in a short film. It wasn't the sort of project I'd normally do, as the pay wasn't great and it's unlikely to further my career. However, as I said it came on the back of four rejections and I accepted mainly because it was nice to be wanted again. The filming actually turned out to be a lot of fun. It was freezing cold, wet, repetative, but also somehow fun. Well done and cheers to the crew for making it so. The rushes also looked pretty good, with the exception of about four shots where I give it 'Blue Steel'. I am looking away from the camera and then at the mention of my father spin around pouting in a particularly Casualty way. I'm hoping that particular shot ends up on the cutting room floor. Also, I got to smoke in the shoot which always makes you feel like James Dean. Speaking of James Dean, one of the world's most famous actor, have you ever seen one of his movies? Except Rebel Without A Cause?

Another positive from the filming was a two night stay over in Ealing with MEB during which time we managed to shoehorn in a New Old Friends film starring myself and Marc E Brown. The film is called Opening Up and is basically a short comedy. After we wrapped, I realised it's a little Lock Stock-esque but for the most part we avoided cockerknee accents, which in my book is a good thing. The film will be up on our YouTube channel as soon as it is edited. Hopefully it will be joined by Shootout if MEB Productions release it to us. For those of you that haven't seen it, it can be found here. Ooh two links in one page, I am feeling fancy. This has been a bit more of a return to the diary/news style blog that it started as and less of a Fearg working up material sounding board that it became. However, I like jokes. Here is one of my latest;
"If you cycle the same route twice, is that re-cycling?"

Good night.
xx

Hello again

Hello there everyone! (the more I say that the more I feel that I'm writing to myself...hmmmm)

I hope you are all happy out there in the wonderful binary world of the internet.

I am writing to you today from the veritable chasm of glory (poon intended..oh dear) that is my new macbook pro, with which I am very happily betrothed. That fact that it is once again stopping me from going to the gym is...well...my problem so...jog on!!

The arrival of this fantasmic [made up word] machine herald a new age in terms of writing...for me at least...as I now have the tools to continue work on our next project. I do not however have the software yet but i'll be on it by the end of the week.

As far as musings this week have gone; I mused yesterday that I had once again forgotten to blog, thus inspiring this impromptu bloggage [pronounced blog-ag-e...you know what you're thinking now]

Right, after much deliberation and a smidgin of shit blog, I leave you for now with the thought of animals. Think of them and they will...er...not know about it.

farewell

Blogolga

xxx

Glasses made from...things

Yes, my glasses are arriving tomorrow. I shall be wearing them on my face and thus seeing things more clearly, especially now the rain has gone.

Now, contrary to popular belief I am not pregnant, but have in fact been out of the country and thus not dealing with my tax, of course these two things are not linked in anyway......

While I was away though I was killed...stabbed to be precise by a 16 stone Yorkshireman (one word?) but not before being hit over the head with a 2x4 (luckily not a 4x4...do people have that problem when D.I.Y'ing? You ask for a 4x4 and some Swiss guy turns up with a big car? Or equally buying cars, you ask for a 4x4 and get an Irish guy with big bit of wood. Stereotypes here we go!). Before my death I also managed to be tied up with silver tape, thrown out of a house, have my face smashed into a step 3 times then stabbed and killed. A good death I feel.

For those of you that are wondering, I am not writing this from beyond the grave (wifi doesn't go that far from the house) but I am actually not dead! The showmanship I posess eh?!? I was actually 'killed' as part of the horror movie I was shooting somewhere in Northern France (the location is not a secret as such but I simply have no idea where we were.)

Happily I'm back in the UK now and am looking forward to getting a working computer of my own at the end of the week and getting well and truly stuck into writing the next intensely successful and typo-fere New Old Friends production! Having met, eaten 12 Krispy Kreme Doughnuts and found a hat with the fairly feline yet feverishly flamboyant Feargus both he and I have formed the foundations for freely flowing fortuitous feathre. In other words decided to come up with a new idea.

This idea will do something...for a moment I thought it might blow your minds but I've reconsidered and decided that kind of sexual activity would perhaps not be best suited to the interior of the cranium and could become quite messy quite quickly, so I went for 'do something' instead. A good choice I feel.

I hope you are all well...(is that a full sentence or is there more to come? Tune in to the...ah fuck it that'll do.

Josh BLOGOLGA
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Fearg on Fridays

Yes yes y'all.

Very quick blog because I'm watching Clear and Present Danger. It's got Harrison Ford in it but they refrain from nuking any fridges. Which is always a bonus. Some smooth talking talking Columbian has just pulled some fairly awesome moves. NOW THERE IS AN NIGERIAN GUY TALKING ABOUT KILLING 110 WITCH CHILDREN!
What is wrong with our society that makes that an acceptable evenings viewing. A Columbian sweet talking an honest American girl? Shocking.

I want a chocolate bar. I cannot have one. A brilliant example of living within one's means there.

Why is Hovis the only product on the market that prides itself on NOT having changed, evolved, improved? Are they trying to convince us that life was really better in black and white. Although it's not really black and white is it? It's sepia.

They use floppy disks in the film. The IT guy is Fish from Ally MacBeal. Double nostalgia blast. Why in the fudge were floppy disks called floppy disks? They were rock hard. I once beaned one full pelt into a kid's face leaving him a nasty scar. Ironically his initials were CD. Is that ironic? No, not really.

Light on laughs. Sorry. Have I mused to you fine people about the Jewish celebration of the amputated foreskin? Merry Brismas!

Bye byw.

Fearg on Fridays

In the past week two things happened that have been largely ignored by the press. Firstly we had a huge, organised terrorist attack last Friday which seems to almost have been edorsed by the media. And later that night I single handedly defeated terrorism.

The first of my weighty claims - The Attack.
Ok, so 31st October 2008 an entire generation of brainwashed youths prepare themselves to go out and spread a doctrine alien to these shores, demanding that thier requests be met in full for fear of criminal retribution. That is terrorism. People using fear (the fear of egg on your windows) in order to acheive their goals is terrorism. Trick or Treat? No different from the bloodiest fatwah you'll ever see. Ok a little bit different in execution (no pun you sicko) but in essence the same. Also, in this age of rampant paedophiliaphobia (what a word) has noone pointed out that sending children round to people's houses offering 'tricks' is tantamount to pimping? A trick is slang for having sex for money "Turning tricks on the boat to Calais" Blondie.

Next my defeat of terrorism.
Alright. This one is simple. The act of terrorism is to strike terror into the hearts of your foe and use this fear to acheive your ends. Well all we need to do is stop being scared of them. If we turned into a bunch of nihilists that welcome death as part of life then they have no weapon. Equally am I the only one that feels our governments and media aren't helping the situation? They seem complicit in keeping the population as scared as humanely possible, whereas to me the most logical answer to terrorism would be raising people's spirits. Also, the moniker terrorist plainly supports their aim. I know that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but really if you brought you girlfriend a bunch of Vadgejuicers is she going to be smiling? So why not re-brand terrorists with a less fearful name, like cutesypies? "There has been an attack by the cutesypie group." Instantly I'm less petrified, more tickled.

Final though on the subject - What do you call Osama bin Laden's spunk?

TERRORGISM!

Goodnight Seattle.