Blogging and the state of the contract. The thin line between the protocol of privacy in public areas and the everyday blogger is nothing new. When I first became aware of the various styles of repercussion involved in blogging about your friend's secrets I was following Gary Trudeau's comic "Doonesbury" and the antics of Uncle Duke's portrayal of Hunter S Thompson. We don't know the details; only that Thompson didn't appreciate being portrayed the way Trudeau designed him in Doonesbury. Nobody is ever going to see Trudeau publish a tell-all book containing all the cease and desist letters he may have received.
Trudeau never kept a blog the way young and ambitious beginners do to share their hard work, whether it's music riffs they're learning on guitar, photos, illustrations, etc. I follow two talented cartoonists, one on Tumblr, the other on Instagram. After asking one of them about her comicstrip, the norm usually being an Instagram Story allowing followers to reply with questions (questions I can never think of when the artists opens up a dialog with her followers this way); I simply replied to one of her Stories with 'who's voice would you approve for your main character if Hollywood came knocking on your door?' Aubrey Plaza was her response.
I've seen a few of Aubrey Plaza's films and I like her. It's nice knowing that my favorite web comix artist has similar likes as my own. If Plaza wasn't available for the part, I think I might suggest Kathryn Hahn. I enjoy her roles in movies like Bad moms, A bad mom's Christmas, The dictator, Wanderlust to name a few. She's made such an impression on me that I'll seek out films to watch containing her name in the cast. Like Jennifer Coolidge, Hahn seems to be quite selective in the roles she takes and I find that to be helpful in finding flicks I know I will enjoy.
Carumba, how difficult was it to get this information before Internet? I see books at libraries all the time listing movies like an encyclopedia, with release dates, cast information, box office stats, etc. but I cannot imagine the dedication it must've taken for somebody to make the time to stop at a public library, find these encyclopedias of movies and research their favorite actors and actresses to get a better idea of which movies to watch. I do most of my own research on imdb.
Kathryn Hahn's line in The dictator as the PREGNANT WOMAN: [dialog]'Stop talking to my vagina!' was what influenced my following. Before that, it was Joan Cusack's mouth and I think it's safe to say I love a dirty mouth.
I haven't named the webcomix I follow because I don't want to ruin a good thing and when I have an open channel to pick the brain of a successful cartoonist, with newb type questions from a wannabe amateur, I'm going to hold onto that as long as I can. Who knows, perhaps my suggestion on coloring her characters with prominent tan lines will be a thing and then I can say, 'see that white ass boob against a tanned body? that I may have had a hand in that.'
In the meantime, I'm stuck coming up with pictures to take to accompany my blog updates. I don't like doing selfies, so unless I get an opportunity to photograph myself with some a high level stage celeb, anonymity is the current status quo.
My job entails a lot of public service and my experience with people has taught me that you never really know who you're dealing with.
In this encounter, the voice did not match the source. As I waited for my order of a juice, I kept hearing a female voice asking for a hand-out. But when I turned in the direction of that voice, I couldn't detect it's source. One would think that the individual in this picture possessed a deep voice. No?
This isn't the first time I encountered this guy. It's only the first time I managed to get his photo (without his express approval.) After asking a few other customers for a dollar, the employees here asked the guy to leave. This was when his distance accommodation with pedestrians ended as he moved sluggishly out the door. If I'm suspicious of cops invading my public space, one can imagine how I felt having to squeeze my way out the front door of this bakery.
I felt like a target. There aren't too many places I can go to for take-out. I'm limited to Jack in the Box, McDonalds, Gus's, Starbucks. I meant to place these exposures in a collage in the order in which I took them.
In the first pic, you can plainly see the recluse walking in the direction away from the bakery; the direction I'm coming from as I approach the bakery. That's photo #1. The next time I see him he's inside the bakery asking for a dollar in a high pitch female voice.
The closeup is when he's exiting at a snail's pace and I nearly brush against him to get by — of course I'm going to take his photo without permission. Without a dollar for compensation. Surely this guy's an informant following me to see what I do because cops put him up to it.
…and girls just want to have fun.🐩