Cantaloupe… you are NOT the father,
THE SITE OF JUSTIN SHADY + WAYNE CHINSANG
Cantaloupe… you are NOT the father,
KB has a wine (buying) addiction,
I know it might seem like I sit at home all day long, drinking whiskey and updating The Blarg, but the truth is I spend much of my day writing.
Lately, most of that writing has been on long-form projects, like screenplays, teleplays, detailed pitches, and (those ever-dreaded) rewrites. The shortest of these projects come in around 30 pages; the longest ones top out around 120.
Because of this, I sometimes take an hour or so to write a short comedic sketch (between one to ten pages) to break up the monotony of those more long-form projects. Over the past couple years I’ve written about a dozen of them; but while they’re fun to write as an exercise, nobody ever really gets to read them.
So to remedy this, I’ve decided to put them out there for everyone to read. I’m doing this for two reasons:
1. I like to share! That, and it’s better than having them sit on my hard drive until I’m dead.
2. It’s my hope that someone out there might be inspired to actually do something with them. Want to film it as a short? Awesome. Interested in animating it? Go for it. Feel like performing it onstage somewhere? I double-dog dare you. All I ask is that you give me credit where it’s due, and (if possible) send me a copy of the final product to check out. I’ll even put it up on The Blarg to share with the four people who visit my site. Hi, Doherty!
The third of Shady’s Shorts is called “Found.”
Download it by clicking below.
I had to rush this one while it was still somewhat topical.
She was visiting from Singapore along with her friend Sally, who is from Taiwan.
I was sitting at a table working (i.e. drinking) alone; Eve and Sally were sitting at the table beside me. I remember being impressed with them because, even though they are both very petite women, they were chugging down one-liter beers like pros.
We struck up a conversation, and I soon ditched my table to join theirs. Shortly after that, our waiter took a seat with us and joined in the conversation. Our table was the United Nations of beer-drinking! We were four strangers from four different countries, quickly becoming friends over two things almost everyone can agree on: beer and sausage.
I shot this photo of our unlikely group of new friends:
Eventually, Eve and Sally had to leave (they were leaving for Paris the next day), and our waiter had to get back to work (or go drink with some other customers), but before we went our separate ways I gave my info to each of them and said, “If you’re ever in L.A. let’s get a drink.”
Last week, Eve came to Los Angeles! We quickly picked up where we had left off two months earlier: at a bar over beers.
It was great seeing her again, and I look forward to drinking with her in a new country soon. As long as Eve is there, any country/beer will do.
Got a place to stay in Singapore now,
I shot this photo of Tombstone’s City Hall during our visit to the town last month. I think the exposure was either four or eight seconds long.
I kind of like it and wanted to share it. That’s all.
…so, naturally, I’ve been reading up on some of the Zodiac Killer’s history.
I was trying to figure out the distance between two of Zodiac’s kill sites—Lake Herman Road and Blue Rock Springs Park—so I looked it up on Google Maps.
Here’s the turnout on Lake Herman Road where Zodiac killed Betty Lou Jensen and David Faraday:
But if you zoom in on the sign just to the left of the truck, you’ll find this:
Or some dipshit teenagers did it,
And then… tacos,