Saturday, December 31, 2005
Happy New Year!
Wow 2006! Where are the freaking Flying Cars already!?! Where's the HoverBoards and Jet Packs?
I Hope you all have a great New Year and keep listening to the show I can't wait to do more shows and get them out there I have a blast doing them.
The New Years Mash up of Nowhere in Mulberry is out now and it's jampacked with some of my favorite moments in the show. I hope you enjoy them. This show took forever and I just want to cut the umbilical right now and let you enjoy it. I'm sending the baby cub off on its own to fend for itself. Have a Happy and Safe New Year.
Listen to the Mash Up with your hangover tomorrow morning!
Year End Holiday Mash-up!
Listen to our favorite clips of the show while we lock and load and
raid Mulberry Bill's Zombie Infested Home! Taking Back the Historical
Library!
Jam Packed Show of our Favorite moments. Ring in the new year Mulberry Style! NOWHERE IN MULBERRY EPISODE 17 'NEW YEARS MASH'
Happy New Year!
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Damn Electronic Gizmos!
Last night I drove to the store and loaded up on some groceries and was to then run home and put them away as quick as possible then run to the In-laws and pick up the Wife and Daughter. Everything went over well except on the way to pick them up I rolled the window down to cool off my hot sweaty head. You see I get hot really easily even if it's 30 degrees outside. I rolled it down quickly realizing I wasn't THAT hot and pushed the little toggle to roll it back up. Nothing. It wouldn't roll up. It was stuck and I drove the rest of the way with a frozen left side of the face. I had to park the car in the garage and hoped that the window would roll up eventually cause you see this window has done this to me before. I kept trying to get it to roll up and finally it did. It's a tempermental piece of shit but now I can't drive it cause I have an almost two year old and I don't want her to freeze. This sucks.
What doesn't suck is Episode 16 of Nowhere in Mulberry! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Season's Greetings - Vanessa returns - Where's Bill? - 5 things we want for Christmas - New Years Resolutions - King Kong - Fun with Dick and Jane - Matt Lauer quip - Survivor Finale - Apprentice Finale - Alias - Wanted - Carmen Electra loves kids - Holiday Movie Drops Game! - News - DVD's of the Week: Brothers Grimm - Zombie killing spree
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Captain Jolt!
I got a nice Email from the talent behind the Podcast series CAPTAIN JOLT! They Dig our show and I think you will dig theirs. It's a Podcast Comedy show featuring the Adventures of Captain Jolt He flies around the universe in a Jolt cola can in search of all you can eat buffets. CAPTAIN JOLT
Friday, December 16, 2005
We gave it our best
This Episode Approved by Brett 'Rush Hour' Ratner
With Bill sick and Vanessa absentee with Evian Water flu and Stephen in another part of the world we gave the show a go and you can tune in to see how it turned out.
Where in the World is Stephen? - Filmthreat Hollywood's frigid 50 List - R.I.P. Richard Pryor - Silent Hill Teaser - X-Men 3 - Brett Ratner - Bedraggled? - The Apprentice - My Name is Earl - The Office - Smallville - Alias - Veronica Mars - Regis' Lost Theory - News - DVD's of the Week: The 40 Year Old Virgin
Nowhere in Mulberry Episode 15
With Bill sick and Vanessa absentee with Evian Water flu and Stephen in another part of the world we gave the show a go and you can tune in to see how it turned out.
Where in the World is Stephen? - Filmthreat Hollywood's frigid 50 List - R.I.P. Richard Pryor - Silent Hill Teaser - X-Men 3 - Brett Ratner - Bedraggled? - The Apprentice - My Name is Earl - The Office - Smallville - Alias - Veronica Mars - Regis' Lost Theory - News - DVD's of the Week: The 40 Year Old Virgin
Nowhere in Mulberry Episode 15
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Fourteen
Me again with another jewel in the crown of podcasting delight. What am I talking about? I got no idea.
Angry Browncoat Voicemail - Cancelled TV shows: Nightstalker - Threshold - Alias' Final Season - Earl & The Office moved to Thursdays - New look for Olympic Medals - Judge Judy drops in - Peter Jackson - KING KONG - Aeon Flux - What's on your TIVO?: The Triangle - The greatness of 'I come in Peace' - Survivor - The Apprentice - Veronica Mars - Tom Cruise talks 'Silent Birth' - LOST - Lost Theory - NEWS - DVD's of the Week: Clone Wars Vol. 2 - 24 Season 4 boxed set
nowhere in mulberry episode fourteen
Thursday, December 01, 2005
episode thirteen
Zombie Thanksgiving - Macy's Parade Lameness - XBox 360 Launch - Black Friday Madness - Insane Shoppers - R.I.P. Pat Morita - 'Just Friends'Trailer - What's on your TIVO?: The Apprentice - Jastrom's Picard Impression - Veronica Mars - My Name is Earl - Will Smith at the AMA's - LOST - Lost Theory! - News - Mulberry Bill's Holiday DVD Buyer's Guide! - Serenity DVD roundtable
nowhere in mulberry episode thirteen
Undeclared
I've been watching the boxed dvd set of one of the funniest shows that was once on television, Undeclared. Man what a hilarious show about life in a college dorm. If you haven't seen it you need to run out and buy it right away!
Just another day of the week flying by and i've found myself getting into comics again and what I love about comics is the art. Sometimes comics can be filled with pictures that fill you with inspiration and release a chemical in the brain that excites and illicits a feeling of warmth and giddyness. Comic books used to be my drug, I bought them like they were going out of style and I didn't stick to the same exact title every week. If I found an issue of some comic that hard artwork inside that I dug I bought it on the spot even if I didn't even know what was going on in the comic. I miss the smell of comics the feel of comics I miss reading comics. I need to run down to the comic shop and just buy a pile and read them over and get excited to start drawing again.
I think the main reason that I stopped buying comics altogether was out of pain. Yeah pain, you see I always wanted to be a comic book artist and never worked hard enough at it to become good enough and from time to time i'd get inspired again, I'd begin to work on a new set of sample pages to hopefully land me a job. Well one day on yahoo jobs was an ad for a comic book artist for a small comic company in Dallas that was hiring. I sent my stuff in and forgot about it.
Two weeks later.
I got a phone call out of the blue while the wife and I were watching television in our tiny one bedroom apartment. I had a drawing area set up on the couch with stacks of comics and pencils and pens and rulers and my drawing board. I had been drawing that very night working on a page of a comic I wanted to start that would no doubt take me about 10 years to complete with my working habits. On the other end of the phone was a guy from this small comic company that I have since not been able to remember the name, He told me he was looking over my sample right now while on the phone with me and he liked what he saw. GULP! Really? "Oh wow, Thanks." I could hear him flipping paper over the phone. "What do you want to accomplish as an artist?" he asked as I stared at my wife who was mouthing 'who is it?' I waved her off. "Well uh, I'd love to become a successful storyteller, I want to do my own title starring my own set of characters and I want to grow as an artist and learn everything involved in making great comics." Long Pause. I think he was writing something down. "I'd like to send you some scripted pages that I would like for you to draw and see how you handle that and if I like what I see I'd like for you to work for us."...
...Wow I could barely breathe, now I knew this was a smalltime operation but that part didn't matter much to me, it was the fact that I was hopefully going to see print, I was gonna get published! Wow I was mentally jumping the gun and I could hardly contain myself, I was excited. "I'll send this out to you and you work on it and send it to me when you are finished." He gave me a number and I turned to my wife to tell her what was up. She was just as excited and the next day I went to work with a smile on my face knowing that I wasn't going to be in this shithole for much longer. I knew that one day i'd be stopping by and dropping off the first issue of the comic i'd just completed for all to see, Hell i'd probably even sign a copy for my dick head manager. Hehe. My best friends were very excited for me and telling me, "See I told you!" I was on cloud 9.
2 weeks later.
I'd not recieved anything in the mail and had decided to call the number. I left a voicemail never to hear another word again. I was crushed.
Was it lost in the mail? Did some other artist come along? Did the business fold before it ever got off the ground? What happened? I will never know.
I stayed at that job for years after and stopped drawing, gone were my dreams and gone was what little ambition that I had. I just quit like a chump. I could've started working even harder to improve my skills and to hopefully show whoever that was on the phone what a big mistake that had made. I could've done research and found ways to expand my knowledge of improved storytelling and perspective I could've studied the anatomy and gotten the human figure down to the point where it was but and afterthought while I pounded out page after page of beautiful artwork. Nope didn't do that. Just quit.
What a lame-o. Just think where'd i'd be now if i'd only kept working at it. That was 1999.
It was my fault really I just built it all up inside and made it out like I'd accomplised something before I even drew a damn thing and I regret not working harder and doing something that always gave me lots of joy and made me feel like I was accomplishing something.
That time is now. Back to the drawing board. It's never too late, right?
Just another day of the week flying by and i've found myself getting into comics again and what I love about comics is the art. Sometimes comics can be filled with pictures that fill you with inspiration and release a chemical in the brain that excites and illicits a feeling of warmth and giddyness. Comic books used to be my drug, I bought them like they were going out of style and I didn't stick to the same exact title every week. If I found an issue of some comic that hard artwork inside that I dug I bought it on the spot even if I didn't even know what was going on in the comic. I miss the smell of comics the feel of comics I miss reading comics. I need to run down to the comic shop and just buy a pile and read them over and get excited to start drawing again.
I think the main reason that I stopped buying comics altogether was out of pain. Yeah pain, you see I always wanted to be a comic book artist and never worked hard enough at it to become good enough and from time to time i'd get inspired again, I'd begin to work on a new set of sample pages to hopefully land me a job. Well one day on yahoo jobs was an ad for a comic book artist for a small comic company in Dallas that was hiring. I sent my stuff in and forgot about it.
Two weeks later.
I got a phone call out of the blue while the wife and I were watching television in our tiny one bedroom apartment. I had a drawing area set up on the couch with stacks of comics and pencils and pens and rulers and my drawing board. I had been drawing that very night working on a page of a comic I wanted to start that would no doubt take me about 10 years to complete with my working habits. On the other end of the phone was a guy from this small comic company that I have since not been able to remember the name, He told me he was looking over my sample right now while on the phone with me and he liked what he saw. GULP! Really? "Oh wow, Thanks." I could hear him flipping paper over the phone. "What do you want to accomplish as an artist?" he asked as I stared at my wife who was mouthing 'who is it?' I waved her off. "Well uh, I'd love to become a successful storyteller, I want to do my own title starring my own set of characters and I want to grow as an artist and learn everything involved in making great comics." Long Pause. I think he was writing something down. "I'd like to send you some scripted pages that I would like for you to draw and see how you handle that and if I like what I see I'd like for you to work for us."...
...Wow I could barely breathe, now I knew this was a smalltime operation but that part didn't matter much to me, it was the fact that I was hopefully going to see print, I was gonna get published! Wow I was mentally jumping the gun and I could hardly contain myself, I was excited. "I'll send this out to you and you work on it and send it to me when you are finished." He gave me a number and I turned to my wife to tell her what was up. She was just as excited and the next day I went to work with a smile on my face knowing that I wasn't going to be in this shithole for much longer. I knew that one day i'd be stopping by and dropping off the first issue of the comic i'd just completed for all to see, Hell i'd probably even sign a copy for my dick head manager. Hehe. My best friends were very excited for me and telling me, "See I told you!" I was on cloud 9.
2 weeks later.
I'd not recieved anything in the mail and had decided to call the number. I left a voicemail never to hear another word again. I was crushed.
Was it lost in the mail? Did some other artist come along? Did the business fold before it ever got off the ground? What happened? I will never know.
I stayed at that job for years after and stopped drawing, gone were my dreams and gone was what little ambition that I had. I just quit like a chump. I could've started working even harder to improve my skills and to hopefully show whoever that was on the phone what a big mistake that had made. I could've done research and found ways to expand my knowledge of improved storytelling and perspective I could've studied the anatomy and gotten the human figure down to the point where it was but and afterthought while I pounded out page after page of beautiful artwork. Nope didn't do that. Just quit.
What a lame-o. Just think where'd i'd be now if i'd only kept working at it. That was 1999.
It was my fault really I just built it all up inside and made it out like I'd accomplised something before I even drew a damn thing and I regret not working harder and doing something that always gave me lots of joy and made me feel like I was accomplishing something.
That time is now. Back to the drawing board. It's never too late, right?
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