Rising actor and model KAIRON JOHN, recently landed the lead in the lamont pierré project’s newest production TEQUILA SUNRISE!

The TEQUILA SUNRISE team is happy to have him on board.

Keep up with Kairon at: www.twitter.com/kaironjohn and www.kaironjohn.com.

The lamont pierré project presents my new independent short film, TEQUILA SUNRISE!

Written in the Summer of 2007, while on hiatus from production of MY BROTHER’S KEEPER: Season One (www.youtube.com/mybrotherskeepertv), TEQUILA SUNRISE is the story of a young truck driver who intentionally keeps himself out on the road while avoiding a complacent home life with his wife and young daughters until he meets a beautiful stranger while out on the road.  MY BROTHER’S KEEPER alum TIFFANY BLACK stars as VALENCIA.

The film is being produced by me (lamontpierré) and JAZMEN BROWN (My Brother’s Keeper: Season 2, Raised Alone).  

We are very excited!  Principal photography begins mid-January 2010!

Remember this?

I finished this wall last week -

Had a great base to start over -  a semi-gloss orange wall.  Clients love color -but this orange wall needed sugar on top…

I cooked up a sample-

that was one layer troweled Copper and Tequila Sunrise Lusterstone , double loaded on the trowel, blended -  troweled relatively thin.   When dry,  I whizzed on a glaze using 2 colors – Dark Brown Aquacreme and a custom blend made with Dk Brown, Van Dyke Brown, Rouge Royale and Earth Brown.  Whizzd both on, random, using one roller,  then busted out with a stippler.

Day One,  Ready to go -

First layer troweled-

Day Two -   glaze in process-

Complete -

LOVE that wall!

In January I’ll be back to do a similiar finish in this client’s finished lower level.  This time it will be a lovely oyster Shimmered Suede Metallic Plaster with a troweled, activated RS Glaze over top -

I suggested coming up with a cool, decorative backsplash – playing off the black granite counter , the stone floor and the shimmered suede of the walls – maybe something tiled that combines all 3 finishes?  It will be fun creating various options for them to choose from -   Like this, over at hivearchitecture.com -

or this one that my Florida finisher friend Krista Vind created using foils -

Check out that train track that is mounted up around the ceiling  (Lionel train is hidden)  pretty sweet-

My clients only request?  That I have it done by the Superbowl.  No problem.

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November is just kicking my ass. And I need a drink. Boo, fucking, booooo…

Mel Gibson is a father. Again. I’m emphasizing on the again part, since you probably know that this is his 8th child. OK, so he has like 1o siblings and I guess we can conclude that he likes big families. But the problem is, only one of these 8 children is from another woman- his current girlfriend Oksana Grigorieva. The rest of the “klan” is from his wife he is getting divorced from. I don’t know which is worse really? To be getting divorced or to be getting divorced from the other parent of your 7 kids?

I used to have a huge crush on Mel Gibson when I was a teen. Don’t get me wrong, when I watch his old movies- I still have a crush. It is the whole drunkenness, weird comments and religion mania that turn me off. Of course he is not the looker he was in the 80s and the 90s, but he used to be the one of the most good-looking men in Hollywood.

Now it is not uncommon for us regular folk to fantasize about celebrities and wish we could date them- but as much as I wished I could play Michelle Pfeiffer’s part in Tequila Sunrise or Rene Russo’s in Lethal Weapon 3 ( The list is longer, I’m just making a point here), I really and literally couldn’t fantasize about being his romantic interest. He was always married- since 1980 and he started to appear in films in the late 70s anyway- and he had so many children!!! I mean it is OK to want to have kids with someone you love but 7 is just way too much. It means his wife Robyn Moore spent more than 5 years of her life pregnant. Please, Mel- a little birth control would really do you good.

He is a good actor and a film-maker I respect. His personal life aside, I admire his talent. I just wish that he can channel his energy to his work. A lot of us can barely make time for a career and a personal life. How can you be an actor/director/producer and have 8 kids? Unbelievable.

Here is a nice video from Tequila Sunrise, prepared with a song from the movie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7rhw8ulFcQ&feature=related

Mel Gibson, young

Today, as part of our Films On Wheels series, My Year as a Freelance Bicyclist® sits down for a chat with Dennis Christopher, star of the hit 1979 movie Breaking Away, hailed by many as the Chariots of Fire of bicycling.

The jewel of 1979

My Year as a Freelance Bicyclist: Want to just say, first off, how grateful we are (and so are our readers!) that you’re taking the time to speak with us.

Dennis Christopher: Absolutely, no problem.

MYFB: What was it like to act in a bicyclist movie?

DC: It was great. I trained some, but you know, it was the ’70s. No one thought about training much. We just rode for a couple weeks before filming. Oh, man, I just think about how it would be now…

MYFB: Yeah. In the film, at one point your mother and father are having a discussion, and your mother says, about you, “I don’t know dear. We could always strangle him while he’s asleep.” How did that feel, hearing that?

DC: As a character? It was terrible. I mean, to hear your mother… Just awful.

MYFB: Right. I’m sorry.

DC: Thanks. It’s okay, I’m really not—you know, actually, I didn’t even know about it until seeing the final screening. Can you imagine that! Because that line was improvised, so I hadn’t ever read it in the script.

MYFB: Wow.

DC: Yeah. Exactly. But I guess, you know, with time and distance under my belt now, I can see that moment for the comic genius that it was, and not just for the heartless mother.

MYFB: Okay. How about this: Mike or Moocher, if you had to choose.

DC: Moocher. No question.

MYFB: Ahh, interesting. So, Dennis Quaid, who played Mike?

DC: Oh, no, no, he’s fine. Really nice guy. Into some really weird shit, but a really nice guy. But to think he’s more known than Moocher [played by Jackie Earle Haley – ed.], I tell you, it just blows one’s fucking mind. Just right out of the water, you know? If you would have told anyone on that set in 1979—and I’m including Quaid here—that the name Dennis Quaid would be more known 30 years later than Jackie Earle Hailey, no one would have believed you. Would have laughed at you, actually.

MYFB: Weird shit?

DC: Who, Quaid? Oh, just typical Hollywood stuff. You know, dead bodies, that kind of thing.

MYFB: I see. And Jackie—

DC: Now Jackie Haley’s out there playing some fucking pedophile? Just creeping people out. It’s just… No one saw it coming, is all I’m saying.

Jackie Earle Haley as a pedophile in "Little Children"

Jackie, second from left, in "Breaking Away"

MYFB: You said, in Breaking Away, that “Italians are poor, but they’re happy.” Is that still true?

DC: It probably is. The only Italian friend I have now is Tommy Pasquini, and he’s from New Jersey.

MYFB: Is he poor but happy?

DC: No, he’s not poor. But he’s happy enough.

MYFB: So then you don’t actually know whether Italians are still poor but happy.

DC: Yeah, you know, I guess not.

Tommy Pasquini

MYFB: Mr. Christopher, what do you think about Freelance Bicycling?

DC: I think it’s great. Absolutely great. I have a few that I hire on a regular basis, matter of fact.

MYFB: That’s fantastic. Hey, why don’t you—

DC: I wouldn’t do it for a million dollars.

MYFB: Really? God, you must know, though, that people would love it if you started freelancing. You’d get such high-profile jobs.

DC: Listen, I’m an actor. I’m on CSI sometimes, you know? I was a homeless guy. In fact, that was my character name: “Homeless Guy.” But still, it’s CSI. Ever heard of Criminal Minds? I’m on that, too. And I play Odin in Queen of the Lot. So I can’t just be out there bouncing around on a bicycle, running errands for people.

MYFB: It’s not just—

DC: I know it’s not just running errands. But you know what I mean. I’m an actor.

MYFB: Of course, of course, I was just saying.

DC: I’m an actor.

MYFB: Okay, fair enough.

Homeless Guy

MYFB: If you, let’s see here, sorry… oh yeah, there it is: if you could describe your bicycle riding style as a song?

DC: Oh boy, a song?

MYFB: A song.

[Pause. Mr. Christopher thinks for several moments.]

DC: Whew. I guess I’d say “Tequila Sunrise” by the Eagles?

MYFB: “Just another tequiiiila sunrise…”

DC: Right. Exactly!

MYFB: So…

DC: No, no, I don’t mean I was drinking when I rode, or that I drink now. I actually don’t drink at all. Just, you know, that feeling. Of the line “Just another tequila sunrise.” The feeling.

MYFB: Okay, great. The feeling.

DC: The feeling.

MYFB: Right. So what is—

DC: The feeling.

MYFB: Got it. You ride a bike, and it feels like the line “Just another tequila sunrise.” That’s fantastic.  And it’s—

DC: The feeling.

MYFB: Okay, I’m gonna go. I’m uncomfortable.

DC: Sorry.

MYFB: Don’t you worry about it.

The Feeling

Next week we’ll continue our Films On Wheels series with possible reviews of Across the Line or Bicycle Thieves. You’ll have to tune in to find out.

Tequila Sunrise…

Simply put, one of the tastiest cocktails I know. I am a tequila lover, no doubt. Tequila cocktails, well, there is no other way to put this except, Mmm  Mmm Good.

Saturday, I spent lunch in a small, local Neighborhood Pub that is known for it’s great food, and had a pre-lunch cocktail.. well, because it’s Saturday and, you know, a cocktail while you wait for lunch is just plain smart. .. and yummy.

Problem with this drink situation is this:

Young (very, very young – perhaps inexperienced (?) bartender, with minimal cocktail knowledge + Watered down frozen orange juice + Lots of ice + Minimal Grenadine = Watery Tequila Sunrise (I’m wincing here).

Oh well, I think I just might make my own Tequila Sunrise, at home, next time. Quality control will prevail.. and believe me, in my world, Quality Control is of utmost importance!

Tequila Sunrise ~ (Made with Maximum Quality Control)

Ingredients: 

  1      ounce Golden Tequila (Jose Cuervo Especial is a good one)   

1/2    ounce grenadine (or more to taste.. I like more)

  4      ounces orange juice

  1      slice orange  and  1 maraschino cherry  – for garnish

Directions:

Grab a nice slender glass – or something with a stem..

Pour tequila into the glass.

Add orange juice and stir to mix.

If you are using fresh orange juice, it will add much better flavor, but if you are using frozen orange juice, make sure it’s a brand that isn’t watery tasting, when you make it up. Some “no-name” brands are not as flavorful, however, you will have a favorite,  (you know exactly what I mean when I say some just are not flavorful when you mix them up). Use a good tasting one. It really does make a difference in your cocktail’s flavor.

Slowly, pour in your grenadine, letting it “slip” into the mixture.. and let the grenadine settle into the bottom of the glass, leaving it there. DO NOT STIR!

You will notice the separation of colors, looking like a sunrise (red at the bottom graduating to orange).. this is how the drink got it’s name.

Carefully, add a couple of chunky pieces (or a scoop of crushed) ice on top of the orange juice.. once again DO NOT STIR!

Add your garnish on a pick – One slice orange and one maraschino cherry

Attach the pick to the glass edge.

Add a straw.

Serve drink – Still NOT STIRRED.

When it has been served, and just prior to drinking this cocktail you “stir” the mixture with your straw (or a stir stick) and watch as the grenadine mixes into the drink making a wonderful orangey pink color.  Love that color!

The flavor is very delicious ~  The tequila adding a little punch.. the grenadine adding a little sweetness.

O drink dos bons tempos!

Ieri seara am urmarit un film bun, rar vad un film de care pot sa zic ca este bun, se numeste ‘Tequila Sunrise’. Interesant ca in acest film tema clasica de bad vs. evil nu prea exista, scotind alte aspecte la lumina.

Din distributie fac parte urmatorii: Mel Gibson, Michelle Pfeiffer, Kurt Russell si Raul Julia.

Desi lansat in 1988 inca isi mai pastraza actualitatea, datorita scenariului.
Totul incepe prin prezentarea unei prietenii dintre Mel Gibson, un fost traficant de droguri care incearca sa isi schimbe viata abandonind aceasta ocupatie si Kurt Russell un politist care face parte din brigata anti-drog. Diferentele dintre cei doi sunt evidente, unul are o tinuta lejera pe cind celalalt pus la patru ace. Legatura dintre ei doi este una sincera si de respect, atit cit permite conditia si pozitia fiecaruia.
Pe parcursul filmului se contureaza un triunghi amoros intre cei doi si Michelle Pfeiffer. Grea alegere de facut pentru ea avind in vedere ca amidoi nu sunt de lepadat, fiecare fiind sarmant si aratos in felul sau. Toata actiunea se indreapta pentru prinderea unui traficant de droguri interpretat de Raul Julia. Numai zic nimic de film, doar atit ca merita vazut.
Toata actiunea este cursiva si bine pusa la punct, din acest motiv filmul nu va pali.

MPTY Zine sustine si recomanda:

RECYCLE BIN (streetpunk-Romania) in concert extraordinar pe litoral.

Trupa vine sa dezica zvonurile cum ca s-au lasat de punkerala si au fugit in Hawai cu milionul de la 6/49.

23 august…pe inserat la Tequila Sunrise din Vama Veche va asteapta pentru o repriza de punk rock!

When I took Frank out to do his business, I thought I’d take some quick shots of the neighborhood to capture the  morning aura. I know I will miss it once I go back to mainland. They’re nothing special, but there was something about the atmosphere worth photographing. I would have taken a picture of Frank, but he ran off, aish. I included an older picture of him sitting in the grass a few months ago though. (Wow! I’ve been here for over two months already!) Anyway, the morning pictures were taken yesterday around six. I really have taken for granted my time here in Hawaii, and I also lacked the smarts to take a lot of pictures! I will try to make up for it the next few days. I should really blog to catch up with what’s been happening…

I knew I really should have blogged daily, but I just didn’t feel enthused to do so, or rather, the timing wasn’t very convenient either. Thursday, it was Nghi’s 21st birthday, but regrettably, I was so tired that I slept the majority of the day. I felt so guilty. I didn’t really even have much to give her as a present. Victoria had made cupcakes for her early that morning which was nice. I believe I spent my late watching a few movies, including Towelhead. I had been wanting to watch that, and it was decent. Though, many beg to differ that it was a waste of time, I think it satisfied the struggle of adolescence and morality. Well, sort of, anyway.

On Saturday, Nghi wanted to rearrange furniture, so Victoria and I helped her with that. It was difficult to actually choose where to place everything, not to mention, we had to try and find a cable cord long enough to extend from the wall jack to the new location of the TV set. In any case, the feng shui of everything seems better now. :p In terms of where she decided the couches and chairs would go, the living room seems much more family-oriented now, especially with the vicinity of everything. The lamps give off a much more warm light in the evening as well. Besides a small cleaning, I helped Victoria make Nghi’s cake, and later in the afternoon and evening was when we had guests. Matthew barbequed chicken, and I was supposed to make salad, since Nghi was taking care of Hunter, but it was really epic fail. I’m not kidding. So, Vicky did it for me, and I felt so stupid, haha.

The food was really delicious. I was surprised how hungry I was, but that wasn’t the best part, I finally got my tequila sunrise. YAY! It was okay. The alcohol was mostly hidden at the bottom, but I enjoy mixed drinks nevertheless. :p I only had one or two though. I had a tad of rum and drank some beers, but not enough to really get me out of it. Nghi had fun though. I’m glad. It was strange to have so much company over. I wasn’t used to it, but the house was nice having so much liveliness for once. I enjoyed getting to know people. That night, I was really tired. The last guest left around two or three, and by then, I was ready to knock out. So I did. XD

On Sunday, I don’t remember too much. I’m pretty sure it was an easy going day. I do recall sleeping a tad though, and I woke up feeling awful for some strange reason. I don’t believe it was from drinking, because I am absolutely sure I wasn’t drunk the night before. When my mind was able to settle down, we ate dinner (what we actually ate eludes me right now) and also cake after we sang happy birthday to Nghi. I took pictures, but they’re all on her Cybershot. I may or may not get to upload them.

Lately, I’ve been having some better luck sleeping which is all happiness! I guess I broke the streak tonight though. In the process, I was able to talk to an old friend again, so I suppose it’s all right. I’ll blog again later. Today, Hunter is getting some hardcore shots. I hope it turns out okay for him – though, I actually know it’ll be a doozy.

Sa vedem…ce-i nou in Vama Veche?

- aleea pentru biciclisti

- aleea de promenada

- banca BRD la intrarea pe strada principala

- zeci de “cosmelii” de lemn care vand tot felul de porcarii, printre care colace si saltele de toate culorile si marimile, scoici si cam tot ce se gaseste si prin Mamaia

- parcare acoperita

- hotel luxos

- mi-au taiat copacul de langa Tequila Sunrise ( )

Ce a ramas la fel?

- Hand-ul e la fel de gol ca alta data )

- scaunele din Spice Club au ramas la fel de comode

- in Expirat zbenguiala e la fel de mare

- la Pirati muzica e tot tare

- soarele arde la fel, iar nisipul de simte la fel de bine in par

Si totusi…Vama Veche nu e la fel fara tine…

It’s a sad day when you’re craving something for so long, and you still don’t get to have it. It’s a little into the evening now, and I just had an incredibly fulfilling dinner. It really suggests that I compromise with my weight and go be more active. My older sister made a taco casserole and she included fresh salad and white-corn torilla ships. Mmm. It was delicious. Still, I have thoughts prowling in the back of my mind for that Tequila Sunrise. My older sister also had a drink earlier, just some rum diluted in some juice. I smell the hint of coconut from the rum in her breath even now. The family is  lounging in the living room as we engage in brief conversations and from time to time we concentrate only shortly on the shallow characters in this movie we’re watching. And still, I want that drink.

This really isn’t what I meant to blog about, but as I make do with cups and cups of coffee (switching between caffeinated and decaffeinated), I don’t seem to feel the strength of it anymore. At night while I watch my baby nephew fall back to sleep, I sit in the dark and know I will miss him undoubtedly. I miss him already, even though I’m not gone yet. The thought is so provoking that I will be going back home that I kiss him lightly on the head despite the blatant anticipation for him to stir. When I’m 3,000 miles away from him again, he will have well-rested nights and undisturbed dreams.

This post was meant to list today’s updates. So, I’ve added a new section. michidesu&Piyon’s fanlisting wall. Piyon was going to do a couple of posts, but she didn’t have the time, so it’s likely her and I will update more wholeheartedly and “full-of-actual-content” some time tomorrow or in a few hours. It’s a shame that she’s been able to sleep, and she hasn’t been consuming insane amounts of caffeine like me. I believe she’s trying to plug in some hours right now, so good for her. I have yet to really become weary or tired. The fatigue is somewhere on vacation, because I usually would have crashed evidently by now. Despite so, there’s one more thing to mention.

Affiliates can finally start happening. There are two 88 x 31 buttons in one of the lower widgets on the right sidebar. There is a michidesu version as well as Piyon version. I personally think Piyon’s version is much nicer, but mine has some appeal. I doubt it will be up and going very soon (the whole affiliations and all), but I appreciate the few people I’ve contacted with who have exchanged links with us here at EuphoricSymphony.

I’m going to scurry and attempt to read Jane Eyre now, because I’m depressed that I’m not in AP English. Not to mention, I am desperate to change my schedule. I am doubting that will take place. Sigh, sigh, sigh.

- michidesu

When I was little, I used to pour over my Dad’s records, which were mostly divided into two camps: Beatles and Rolling Stones. I loved the colorful Beatles record jackets, especially Magical Mystery Tour and Sgt. Peppers. The Stones records intrigued me; I knew the zipper on Sticky Fingers records was something I wasn’t supposed to touch, but I wasn’t sure why. Between Bowie, Queen, some K Tel classics and my Star Wars records, these were in heavy rotation.

Curiously there was a third pile, which I didn’t quite get. The Doobie Brothers, Loggins and Messina and their ilk, with their long hair, Hawaiian shirts, and high-pitched harmonies, annoyed my post-toddler glam rock sensibilities and thus, those records remained on the shelf.  I guess between Chewbacca and Ch-Ch-Changes, I didn’t have time for the pastel suited dudes who looked like guest stars on a fey version of Miami Vice. But with my up bringing, you’d think I would have…

I grew up summering on Cape Cod, where the adults wore coral necklaces and collars up at clambakes and spoke about the Vineyard (Martha’s) and Vicodin. I was basically bred as the preppy spawn of Yacht Rock, yet it repelled me. Like hair metal, I looked down on it until later on in life, when I could appreciate both the kitsch value and sonic delight. I can now fully appreciate those deliciously smooth sounds.

Cut to the new millennium and mid-naughts. A resurgence in sampling, especially the ever-popular Michael Jackson, has led to a lot of smooth music being used in contemporary tracks. The YouTube comedy series “Yacht Rock” becomes a massive cult hit. Popular electro dance band, Chromeo, appear, un-ironically, on Daryl Hall’s internet program ‘Live From Daryl’s House‘.  Yacht Rock’s captain, Michael McDonald, recurs as a running punch line over several seasons of 30 Rock and then makes an appearance singing on their finale episode. Andy Samberg raps about the pleasures of being on the great big watery road with a nautical themed pashmina afghan.  As the Marina music clans begin putting together reunion tours and retrospectives, yacht rock parties start popping up around Hollywood. It’s a ‘Wassup Yacht Rockers!’ world. Everyone seems to want to rock out on the open sea.

Enter the Knights Of Monte Carlo. They play hard-core soft rock and ‘put the ass back in class and the hard on in chardonnay’.  The Knights of Monte Carlo are distinctly rich, gorgeously handsome, flawlessly refined sextet dedicated to resurrecting the best music ever to have hit the airwaves– 70’s soft rock. Because of their incredible talent and unparalleled style they frequently attract chic and pulchritudinous admirers from around the world, making Knights of Monte Carlo the most popular and internationally sought after soft rock tribute ensemble of all time…this is all self-professed.

I regale a friend about this group and convince her to dress in tropical splendor and accompany me for this three-hour tour. We decide that we need a yacht club persona. My friend chooses the soccer mom sensitive Cheryl Connerson, while I choose Debbie Finkelstein. Half way to the show, I decide to change the name to St Germaine, knowing a Finkelstein can sometimes have issues with the advisory board at a yacht club.

At the Key Club, a nautical flag sign denoted a VIP Entrance (actually the elevator), which whisked us aboard a room decorated with a Tequila Sunrise backdrop, and life preservers. Men in white linen suits and mirrored sunglasses beckoned us to come aboard for some pina colada and wine spritzer specials. For those not into health food, but into champagne, Knights Of Monte Carlo bass player, Brad Bayliner, held court at his International Cheese and Cracker Tasting – complete with gouda, Carrs, grapes and a Wall Street Journal. Yuppies Ahoy!

With tongue firmly planted in cheeks, the sextet took the stage and posed, postured, and karate kicked and flexed their way through a set including Doobies, Ambrosia, Loggins, Cross, Air Supply, America and Chicago. Can you Dig it? Yes, I can.  But wait, there’s more in this K Tel show. Toto? Yes, Toto too. Was the set missing some McDonald? That’s what a fool believes – he was aptly represented. A show sans Hall and Oates? No can do. The Knights can’t go for that, and neither should you.

The Knights were totally smooth, save for a few Rolexes and rope bracelet in danger of getting in the way of their fret work. Hey, that’s what a little Riuniti on ice will do to a guy. While Doc Spyders crooned the Escape song and shook his ass, Montague, dressed like a judo master, gave a shiatsu massage to the congos, elbows and all. During the drum break, Doc did yoga poses as Brad lit up a tobacco pipe.

Next the Knights sequed into some Fleetwood Mac, a rousing rendition of Go Your Own Way which would have made Lindsay and Stevie at the Staples center across town, very proud. There were hits for the ladies too. Somebody’s Baby, Summer Breeze, Easy Like Sunday Morning, Ride Like The Wind and Africa, made the ladies sway like they were finding their sea legs at high tide. Knights drummer, Bobby Colada, even dedicated a song to Debbie St. Germaine (nee Finkelstein) noting how hard it can be to get into the yacht club with their (ahem) restrictions. Then the band launched into Rosanna. Meet you all the way, indeed.

Rounding out the night with some Robbie Dupree and Gerry Rafferty, KOMC’s Rico Morgan, was a master on the Korg keys and saxophone. Nelson Borealis wandered out onto the deck amongst the passengers for some smooth electric guitar. Brad gave a cheese update. Doc pulled up his white socks from his deck shoes and leapt over the mic stand; a finale of their white man choreography. I haven’t danced, or laughed, that hard in a while.

The normally staid preppy crowd whistled and yelled for more as if we were watching Bon Jovi in ‘88. But the Knights had such a long way to go to make it to the border of Mexico. So they bid us all a bon voyage and asked us to come get smooth next Thursday for the continuation of their residency. It’d take a lot to drag me away from them.

Key Club – Thursday nights. Ya mo be there.





This is not a Conspiracy Theory!

Mel Gibson and his wife Robyn have reportedly split after 28 years of marriage.  The word on the street (where the Road Warrior lives) is that they’ve been separated for about two and a half years, and in that time Mad Max has been putting his Lethal Weapon in a myriad of young ladies’ Thunderdomes.

Most notably, he’s been sharing a few Tequila Sunrises with this girl, so he could, um, Pocahontas her:

Her name is Oksana Pochepa, if you couldn’t distinguish between all the mumbo jumbo Russian in the video’s title.  She’s a famous model/singer/model.  And The Man Without a Face wearing a blindfold, playing the sax in the video is not Mel Gibson.  It’s just a coincidence that his name is Mel.  Or least he looks like a Mel.

Apparently, although Mel is not Forever Young, he is still largely What Women Want(even though he’s prone to calling bazongas sugar tits), particularly this Russian hottie with such a Braveheart.

According to Oksana, from the Sun UK:

We are different people, but Mel is a grown man and knows precisely what he wants and me too — I know what I want.

They’re both such Maverick(s).  How could wife Robyn not see the Signs?  She’s sure to want to Ransom his nuts, or at least get some kind of Payback, right?

DING DING DING DING!  Time for some math!  Yay!

Here are the facts:

• She’s 24. 
• He’s 53.
• His marriage lasted 28 years.
• He’s worth almost $1 billion. 
• His wife wants half that.

I don’t know what the math problem is, per se, but one question remains:

Is Oksana Pochepa worth half a billion dollars?

The answer: re-watch the video.

(Movies not used in puns: Bird on a Wire, Air America, Hamlet, We are Soldiers,  The Singing Detective, The Patriot, The River, Gallipoli, Fathers’ Day, and The Year of Living Dangerously… I probably could have squeezed in one of those last two)

(mostly via IDLYITW)

Tequila Sunrise - a depiction of the 901 AM Cocktail

901 AM

3 ounces 901 Silver

4 ounces Orange Juice

Splash Grenadine

Lime wheel garnish optional

Served over ice in a highball glass

Paloma Cocktail - a depiction of the 901 PM Cocktail

901 PM

3 ounces 901 Silver

2 ounces Grapefruit Juice

1/2 ounce fresh squeezed lime juice

2 ounces Club Soda

Lime wheel garnish optional

Served over ice in a highball glass

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We all sat around the table and stared in awe. What had caught out attention was our friend Donna S. doing this act repeatedly after she downed several Tequila Sunrise’s provided by Mr. Shy Cpl. Pete, AKA Guns  in Philly. Oh how our sick male minds went crazy. It is an image that will be forever etched into our minds… Thanks Donna S.

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In loving tribute to my dear friend Donna S. from Roanoke, VA who had friends amazed at a U.S.M.C. Reunion in 2008 this video is lovingly dedicated.

As the evening events slowed down, Uncle Pete, AKA Guns started buying Donna several Tequila Sunrise’s. One thing led to another and Donna boasted that being a fine WV native she could tie a cherry stem into a knot. Well Marines don’t believe just anything, they want to see it. Soooooo, after a few more Tequila Sunrise’s Donna went about proving to all that she could indeed tie the cherry stem into a know.

Needless to say there were many a dazzled Marines who were awe struck!

What a girl. She had all the guys going crazy and in envy of her husband Jim!

Semper Fi!

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Igår var jag på R’N'R Countdown på Red Cloth i Shinjuku, där även Bash brukar hållas. Rockabilly/50’s event människor där det nya året firades med att dansa jive och strolling tills solen gick upp. Ja, nästan. Jag åkte hem “tidigt”, vid halv fyra snåret. Hade en liten touch av förkylning, och för att inte göra det värre så tänkte jag att åka hem i skaplig tid och sova ut var en bra idée.

Tequila sunrise (som av någon mystisk anledning blivit min drink, jag som egentligen inte ens tycker om Tequila!?), söta jappar (särskilt en ^____^), bra musik. Fet kväll med andra ord. Jag dansade så mycket som min kropp tillät mig, vilket ändå var ganska mycket. Jag har väl utvecklat mitt jivande lite grann också, numera är det inte helt stelt när jag snurrar runt på dansgolvet men inte helt smooth heller. Jag jobbar på rörelse i kroppen! Men Natsuko är en bra lärare, sen har ju faktiskt  danspartner en ganska stor del i om det går bra eller inte *host harkel*.Johnny Akiyama with Johnnys var de enda som spelade efter midnatt, och de enda jag hann se med tanke min min något sena ankomst.Det Jivades i vanlig ordning.

Jag tvingade som sagt Natsuko att komma, trots att hon säger att hon har blivit förkyld varje gång hon gått på det här eventet. Trots att det var JAG som drog med HENNE så var hon där redan runt halv elva och jag kom sent inrusande (i vanlig ordning) sådär lite lagom innan tolvsnåret (en kvart för att vara exakt). Jag klarade mig till klubben åtminstone! Förra året hade vi countdown i Shibuya Crossing, vilket var ganska fett det med men ja, mest kallt.Jag sprang helt randomly in i Tompa på vägen hem. Hon stod på andra sidan plattformen. Vi hann utbyta några korta ord på ketaien och jag hann ta den här bilden innan hennes tåg kom. Det var kul och oväntat! Trodde inte att vi skulle träffas, så det var kul att få se henne åtminstone efter tolvslaget. Gott nytt Tompis! <3 今年もよろしくね！

Idag tittade jag på “Control”, baserad på Deborah Curtis bok om Ian Curtis, sångaren i Joy Divison. Intressant. Ganska mörk, men det var väl inte dirket oväntat. What to do now, leta baito, sova eller kolla på Lynch Eraserhead? Kanske det senare.