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Anita Bryant gets what she deserves!

I love watching this 1977 clip of the pathetic Anita Bryant getting a pie thrown at her during a press conference! It's hysterical each and every time. Her life in the past 30 years has been one bad thing after another. I can't help but wonder if she deserves it for spreading hate and intolerance. Those are the people who go to hell. Click below to see history in the making.

SUBMISSIVE JESUS GETS CRUCIFIED BY MYSPACE

SUBMISSIVE JESUS GETS CRUCIFIED BY MYSPACE
Press release
For immediate release:
May 25, 2007
for more information contact:
Lee Neville
(818) 994 3262
pirromount@hotmail.com
www.thesubmissivejesus.com

Promo ads for "The Submissive Jesus Prayer Answering Talking Head," a novelty item created by filmmaker Mark Pirro, has been censored off the popular website, Myspace.com. The toy, which made its debut in February 2007, has been sparking controversy amongst some religious communities, and was even the topic of a Reno ABC TV Web and Email poll. Pirro has been selling a steady amount of these toys, primarily through online sites like Ebay and its own website http://www.thesubmissivejesus.com/. However, as the toy started gaining popularity, the number of protests began to grow. Last month, Pirro's Youtube account, which had over 90 videos was closed. Reason given? Inappropriate content. The Submissive Jesus videos were less than 3% of the videos loaded, yet they all got pulled.

On March 17th, the website myspace.com put one of Pirro's Submissive Jesus ads on their front page as a featured video, attracting over 160,000 views and over 3000 comments. Many of the comments were hateful and vulgar, coming from angered 'Christians.' Many threatened to contact myspace and get the videos removed. Well yesterday, they succeeded. Pirro's videos were removed, the comments were deleted and the account was shut down. "I was stunned when I tried to log on yesterday," Pirro fumed, "I was wiped out from the myspace community, like it never existed." The Submissive Jesus website has been getting many emails from supporters expressing support and anger. One email states, "There was nothing obscene, vulgar or indecent in those videos. Who makes the decision of what stays and what goes these days?" Another email simply says, "Welcome to the future. Watch your words or you will be squashed."

Pirro has been an independent filmmaker for over 25 years. His films have always been a bit controversial; like the 1988 cult film, Curse of the Queerwolf - the story of a man who turns gay when the moon rises; and Color-Blinded, his 1998 movie about an African American woman who turns white and blonde overnight. He is currently in production on "The God Complex," a comedy re-telling of the Bible. The Submissive Jesus Prayer Answering Talking Head was originally produced as a product to be featured in the movie, but became so popular with family, crew and friends, that Pirro decided to turn it into a real toy.

Myspace has not commented.

"I plan on being very vocal about this!" Pirro says, "Myspace didn't have a problem with this video when they featured it on their front page. It was only after attention was really brought to it that they reacted. I'm urging all advocates of free speech to bombard myspace with calls, emails, etc. The mythical Jesus was silenced and resurrected in three days. It may take us a little longer, but Submissive Jesus will rise again!" Every generation needs a martyr.

Another Pink Dog in Hollywood!

What are the chances of me meeting up with a second pink dog in Hollywood? I guess the chances are good as you can see from this photo. Maybe some fashion trend passed me by? I wonder how the dog likes having pink hair? Maybe he hates it. Poor thing. I think it looks silly.

Let's all blame Paris Hilton.

Another day, another wedding

The wedding I played for today was really stressful. It was super hot and the sun was blaring down on me. I wear a black tuxedo, have a black music stand, a black stool, and a black amplifier, so that all attracts the heat. I thought I was dealing with it ok, and then at the very second the wedding processional begins the wind starts to blow my music. I already had my hands on the strings so there was no way to just stop and clip the page down. Then my hair blew down over my eyes. This repeated itself at least 20 times during the processional music, most of which I played only with the right hand. I couldn't believe the situation I was stuck in. I was constantly batting the page back and then it would blow over, then my hair again, repeat, repeat, repeat. When the bride came I was so pissed I took a clip and clamped down the music on all four corners and smashed my hair back behind my ears. The was zero wind for over an hour, the whole thing took me by surprise. No more assumptions about the wind not coming. After I got inside the hotel for the cocktail hour, I think I had suffered from some kind of sun poisoning because my brain wasn't functioning correctly at all. I was all sweaty and just wanted to go home by that time but had to play another hour. Somehow I do believe I left a decent impression. Crazy. Then at the end two conservative Christian ladies came up and starting telling me how my talent was a gift from Jesus, that Jesus loves me, etc. They were both very nice, I just didn't quite know where it was going. When I finally got packed up and in my car, which incidentally has the check engine light on, I had to go to McDonalds and eat nasty, awful greasy food so I could feel better. Tonight I am doing laundry, Yay.

Abandoned theaters galore

I have always been interested in the many boarded up theaters all up and down Hollywood Boulevard, and what they must have been like 60 years ago. It's so sad they are no longer in use. I think as Hollywood continues it's renaissance these theaters will probably end up as night clubs and restaurants. I know the Fox Theater, for example, is going to be renovated as "Crowbar" in the next year or so. I wonder what's going on with the Pacific Theater? I took a picture of it. The Pacific was one of the most expensive theaters of it's day and was built by the Warner brothers. The building takes up an entire city block and is used about once a month, if that. I always wanted to go inside but it is never open to the general public, only for special events and filming. Here is a link I found about old Los Angeles movie palaces. http://www.gmrnet.com/theaters.html and a specific listing of Hollywood theaters past and present, http://cinematreasures.org/search/query=Hollywood&search=city

Overstimulated

I am just so overstimulated this week - so many big and unexpected things happening, all catching me off guard, all creating wide ranges of emotion. First I watched a family I have known for a while in a fued on national television, so sad. Then the next day I lost a good friend who will not be coming back and I have had a lot of angst about how and what happened to him. Tonight another friend called and said his brother was murdered and a few miutes later while crossing the street on a green light with the walk signal I was almost run down by a CHP on a motorcycle who completely ran the red light and rudely honked his siren at me. Oh, and I say Kobe Bryant in his car tonight as well. He has the window down and was checking people out at the stoplight. How random. I hope this weekend is kind of quiet.

Goodbye

Goodbye my friend. I hope you will be ok wherever you are.

Tattlers by the dozens!

I thought you might enjoy these notes given to me at school today by some of my students. Click on the image at left to see them full size. The kids constantly bicker, fight, and tattle. It's an endless battle that repeats itself with every new generation. *sigh*

A journey down Hollywood Boulevard

I don't understand why parents think that Hollywood Boulevard is a family friendly place. It's dirty, run down, and not very safe. Skateboarders constantly zoom by, nearly knocking everyone over and never apologizing. Homeless people lay all up and down the sidewalks, and ask for money. The walk of fame is in shambles - the stars faded, defaced, and crumbling. THEN there are all the x-rated manequins with huge breasts in the storefront windows. But every day I see the strollers, and the little kids eating ice cream, and the tourists. I dare say Hollywood may be eroticizing little kids who visit. I suppose I am not outraged over it, but why anyone would bring their child to Hollywood Boulevard is beyond me. I give the city credit because the entire area is under renovation and construction, and in a few years it will be a very clean and nice place to be. There is always hope for the future.

Inspired by youth

Well, I guess I must be getting a little older because I was deemed worthy enough to be a judge for a harp scholarship audition. It was really interesting to hear the students play for us, and to give some constructive criticism along with encouragement. I heard some really great pieces being performed that I would like to try, and it made me more aware of how I could improve my own playing. I left feeling inspired by the hard work these students put into the auditions - all the hours of lessons, memorization, and practice. It all came down to three judges to decide their fate. I wish we all could have given them recognition and it was difficult to to choose only a few winners. I hope that someday I can work up some new pieces to play for gigs, I'm afraid I play a lot of the same 25 pieces over and over again. Thank you to the students for setting such a fine example today! I hope they all continue to play the harp. They were so brave to play before a panel of judges and to be evaluated. Truly I was inspired by their youth and enthusiasm.

Hi...Hi...Hi...I do...Hi...With this ring...Hi...I thee wed

I played harp for the funniest wedding today. It was outdoors in Orange County at one of those places where they have some zoo animals. After the ceremony started I kept hearing someone saying "Hi..." and finally determined it was coming from the trees. Some damn parrot kept saying hi repeatedly during the ceremony. It was faint but audible. Then a rooster joined in with his cock-a-doodle doo, and a motorcycle gang came whizzing by. Allof those sounds combined with my harp made for a potluck of sound this afternoon. Later on I played for the cocktail hour and pushed my harp past the parrot cage, I kept saying "hello" but they ignored me.

F*U*C*K*S ?? A business in transition

Fulmer's in Vandalia, Ohio has closed and Hock's Pharmacy is opening
a medical store in Fulmer's old building. (A friend saw this in person
and said it was hilarious.)

Trilogy of Terror

I love this clip. That little monster is hysterical!! He makes the best noise.

I Love Mama and Eunice!!

Crazy Puppetier Panhandlers

THIS you have to see to believe. A few months ago I noticed what is probably the oddest and strangest homeless display in Los Angeles, if not the entire country. There is an old man and woman who park themselves in front of an abandoned theater on Hollywood Boulevard. The woman is in a wheelchair and the man pushes her around. I don't know if they are married, dating, friends, relatives, or what - but clearly they are a pair. They each have a puppet they hold, ones that a ventriloquist would use in a stage act. The mouths move, the heads turn, and the eyes blink. Usually the female puppet has some long wig on, which looks really fake. As people walk by the homeless couple operate the puppets so they watch you walk down the sidewalk and ask for money. It's really freaky if you ask me! They look like one of those puppets that comes to life in a bad horror movie and chases you with a butcher knife. I have to hand it to the man and woman, they are creative and people do notice them. I do wonder what their story is and how they got to that point in their life. They sit there from dawn to dusk with those puppets asking for money, almost every day. Like everyone else, I pretend they are not there and walk by. But sometimes I want to stop and talk with them. I think I am actually a little intimidated by how crazy they appear to be. Well, that's Hollywood for you!

Busy, busy, busy

It never seems like there are enough hours in the day. I designate every Tuesday night to stay at home and get caught up. Even though I do exactly that, I never get to the bottom of my list. Right now I am getting ready to run some ads to start teaching piano lessons again this fall, it's been a few years. So I spent all evening on a web page to promote it. I suppose my life could be worse if that is all I am worrying about!

Today I had a hellish day at work with the kids, they were really acting up. They are very ready for summer break!

A brief respite from the chaos

This evening was rather unique in Hollywood. As I walked home from the gym, no homeless person asked me for money, and in fact I didn't see a single homeless person. It might have been free meal night somewhere. I didn't see any cracked-out psychos talking to themselves. I didn't have to put my fingers in my ears for passing fire engines and police cars. There weren't any Mexican children running radomly down Hollywood Blvd screaming and being wild. I didn't have to dodge any skateboarders on the sidewalk. I didn't see anyone almost get killed and nobody honked their horns.

What is going on??? ha.

Sing birdie Sing

So, today was Mother's Day. I was hired to play my harp for an event at a lovely botanical garden east of Los Angeles. When I was playing my harp, all the birdies came close in the trees and sang along as I played. I thought it was cute. It wasn't the first time I have had the birds accompany me, but I am always fascinated that they are attracted to the harp music.

It was so hot outside, there was no shade and I was playing in my black tuxedo for 3 hours. Surprisingly, it didn't bother me very much.

Tomorrow is Monday, and this begins another fun-filled week! What did you do with your mother? My mother lives in Florida so we just chatted it up on the phone. We love to talk! blah blah blah blah, all day long.

Building Condoms

I don't know what to think about the building condoms popping up all over Los Angeles. There is one in Hollywood for the Transformers movie that is at least 10 stories tall. In one way I think it is so clever and innovative. In another way I think it is tacky, and detracts from the building. But Hollywood is looking pretty trashy these days during all the major construction so it needs some gift wrap for now. In five years this will be a completely different city, I am looking forward to that.

Mind your own business!

Today I am really frustrated. My father's wife has always been really nosey. She spends time on the internet looking up the home appraisals of neighbors and friends, and googles names of people she knows to see what she can find out. The county website back home where I grew up allows visitors to search public records for all kinds of things such as arrests, legal affairs, traffic tickets, court cases, etc. One Christmas she was telling us about people at her church that she found all kinds of information on, which disturbed me. When I got back to California, I went on that website and was not able to find anything on myself, most likely because I had very few dealings with the county when I lived there. Then this morning I spoke with one of my brothers on the phone and he told me she had been calling people he had done business with to find out financial details, and opening mail addressed to he and his wife that would mistakenly come to the house. He also told me about things she had found out about me using the internet, that I was in an "un-christian" movie. I was so angry that she was checking up on me like that. She would have had to enter my name on Google and surf through several pages of entries before getting to that information. She's not even my mother and I have almost no relationship with her. Usually she stays quiet with what she has found out, and then when I come to visit we would all be sitting at the dinner table or relaxing in the living room and she would make some rude remark referring to something she found out. Then it all goes into some yay God diatribe that I generally tune out. If she was my mother, then I might be more inclined to show some respect and listen to her, but she's just obnoxious and out of line. She must believe she is going to save us by an intervention in our lives of sin. Well, my siblings and I are united in condemning her behavior and have asked our father to put a stop to it. This should be interesting. My brother said he is going to have his attorney control her if our father will not.

A Titanic of an Accident!

THIS IS SO BIZARRE! Today I walked out of Staples at Sunset and Wilcox. All of the sudden a guy behind me yells "Don't fall!" Then out of nowhere a guy zooms by STANDING on the seat of his motorcycle, with his arms outstretched - just like Leonardo Di Caprio in "Titanic." Seconds later, the idot totally wipes out, he rolls 3 or 4 times down Sunset Boulevard and then his runaway motorcycle veered to the left across 4 lanes of traffic going about 50 mph. I heard the motorcycle hit something, probably the side of a car. I saw the motorcyclist get up and casually make a gesture like, "oh darn, shucks," - hardly a big reaction. Fortunately he was wearing a helmet. I yelled at him and said, "You are a f*cking idiot!!" I was so shocked, it just spontaneously came out of my mouth that way. For whatever reason, I decided to keep walking because a large crowd had gathered and cars were honking. It is a miracle the guy was not killed and that his motorcycle did not kill anyone walking down the side walk. The scary part to me is that I was walking on that very spot of concrete on Wednesday. This is a crazy city, never a dull moment in Hollywood! Too bad I didn't take any pictures. It sure was amazing seeing him standing on the seat, he did balance on there for about 20 seconds and it was graceful, I will give him that much credit. If it were 5pm, he would have been run over for sure.

Mental at 9 years old

First of all, is anyone reading my stuff I wonder? Anyways, today I taught in a 3rd grade classroom with a student who is very mentally disturbed, in a scary way - like Jack Nicholson in "The Shining" but he is only 9 years old. I shall call him T to protect his identity. T flips out every time he sees a female student I'll call K. Apparently he attacks at the very sight of her and I found it to be true. He rises out of his desk and lunges at the poor girl, if he had a knife I swear he would stab her. The boy is diagnosed as being mentally ill, yet they mainstream him. He just sits there scowling, putting his face in his hands, or mumbling repetitive statements about random things. He's not retarded by any means, more like paranoid schiznophrenic. I tried to get the psycho boy to make a mother's day card, he looked up and yelled "what has she ever done for me!" Later in the day he tore the label off of his bottled water and ate it -seriously. I watched him swallow it. The other kids said he does it all the time. Fortunately, the rest of the students were all perfectly behaved angels, I love 3rd grade best. I have to say that T is a future serial killer in the making. He is very scary.

Pink Dog!

Ok - so imagine walking down Hollywood Boulevard and seeing a pink dog, dyed pink by it's owner who dresses all in pink. Should I be surprised? The pictures do not fully capture how pink this dog really is.

Los Angeles is on fire

Hey - Check out these photos I took Tuesday afternoon of the fires raging over the hill in Los Feliz. I was driving through Hollywood when this massive cloud of smoke starting rising out of no where. My cell phone camera works pretty good, I just held it out the window of my car! The fire is still burning this evening and lighting up Hollywood the natural way.

Charo

Here is my Charo photo album - 2 guys with Charo, me with Charo, and Charo with Cindy Williams. I love Charo.

Fat ass

This woman's ass was so big it took up the entire width of the sidewalk on Hollywood Boulevard. Nobody could pass by. I was compelled to take a photo. I pretended to send a text message. :-)