July 2012
29 posts
I HOPE YOU DIE IN A FIRE.
Production for Season 2 starts in August. Episode 1 will be shot then in an undisclosed location.
It will be entirely self funded.
No sir/ma’am. I still owe A LOT of people rewards from Season 1 and feel it would be unfair to ask people for more money.
My opinions on Kickstarter can be heard in an interview I did with Brandon Mendelson at WEMU but it basically boils down to, “If you were lucky enough to raise 10K once, don’t say “fuck you!” to everyone by trying to do it twice.”
-Morgan
(also you guys don’t have to be anonymous, you know that right?)
T-Minus five hours from the moment I’m writing this I’ll, most likely, have my face in someone’s ass as they stretch forward into a weird pose named after an animal I’ve never encountered in person and I’ll have to storm out in a dramatic huff.
I’ve promised my girlfriend I’ll have an open mind about yoga tonight but right off the bat I’m opposed. I’ve been reading the wiki for the type of thing I’m going to be doing — Ashanta Vinyasa Yoga, which is, supposedly, a “modern-day form of classical Indian yoga,” but sounds more like a dead Bollywood star. I don’t think this old yoga could possibly be of use to people. Particularly with the way American bodies are it seems like taking something as old as Yoga and applying it to now would be the equivalent to finding a pamphlet for repairing a Model T and trying to use that information on a Prius. But I can’t really compare American bodies to a Prius I guess because the cars got better and the bodies got worse. Whatever, I’m abandoning this metaphor because my girlfriend just told me that I’m going to “love” the Tibetan singing bowl. I will not love that. Whatever that is.
If this fucking thing gets spiritual on me I’m going to lose my shit. I scrolled down the Wikipedia page and found there’s like, uh, mantras, involved in this. If I had a mantra it would be “no mantras.” Listen to this mantra shit: “I bow to the lotus feet of the gurus.” No thank you. I don’t want to get near anyone’s feet. Does yoga have anything to do with chi? Do I have to capitalize yoga? What about Madonna’s religion? Will this be like the time I took a tour of a Scientology center, thought I was in there for 45 minutes and then discovered I had been inside for three fucking hours? Is this what happened to The Beatles when they got all sitar-y? I’m pretty happy with my rampant consumerism and excessive lifestyle. I’m liberal but still an American. If they think I’ll eat a salad they can go fuck themselves. In high school I dropped out of gym so I could take “bowling” online. I’m raising my blood pressure just thinking about stretching. This activity has the distinct possibility of turning me Republican.
