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Stay in the Game: The Fall and Rise of Alec Baldwin

Photo: Terry Richardson

Photo: Terry Richardson

Celebrities tend to be endlessly, tediously positive: Every day is a Gift, every project a Personal Best, and every costar a Genius. Alec Baldwin is not afflicted with this syndrome. At 51, he’s a failure, self-described. He’s also at the peak of his career, a peak he reached by scaling a K2 of catastrophe, personal and professional.

You see, two decades of relentless mistakes have earned him multiple Emmys, Tony and Oscar nominations, and a much-anticipated gig cohosting the Academy Awards with Steve Martin — a lifetime of stutter-stop achievement Baldwin calls “all this other bullshit.” None of it mitigates his sense of having fallen short of triumph. But the star of 30 Rock (and the new rom-com It’s Complicated with Meryl Streep) is OK with that. In fact, he’s thrilled. That’s because each Baldwin Fail — beginning in 1991 with the loss of the Jack Ryan franchise to Harrison Ford, which sank a promising career as a leading man — seems to have spurred a Baldwin Save. In that spirit, Baldwin ushers Wired through his greatest flops, leading by example on how to fail, fail again, and fail better next time.

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The Fail My entire film career.
I made films from about ‘86 until ‘99. And then things started to really wind down. When your fortunes ebb in the movie business, it’s like The Sixth Sense: You’re dead and you don’t know it.

The Save My television career.
30 Rock doesn’t have the biggest audience, but we have an audience. And my God, what a difference it makes. I walk down the street all day long and people tell me how much they love the show. Not that I need to wake up every day and have every bird in the trees and every horse riding along the bridle path wink at me and say, “Oh, Alec, I loved 30 Rock last night!” But it’s nice.

The Fail Mercenary acting.
I needed to make a living. People don’t realize actors are like plumbers. When you invite a plumber to your house and say, “I want you to put this sink in my bathroom,” the plumber doesn’t say, “I’m not going to install that sink, it’s hideous. You have the worst taste in sinks!” No, he just says, “OK,” and he puts it in.

The Save Making a terrible romantic comedy.
My Best Friend’s Girl had one of the worst scripts I’ve ever read in my life. The movie was a huge disaster. Scathing reviews. And I realized: I’m done with doing it for the money.

The Fail My personal life.
I mean, I’m divorced. I was married to someone [actress Kim Basinger]. I got very Zen about it. It doesn’t really matter who’s to blame. But in many ways my marriage mirrors my experience in the film business. I think to myself, How many years do I have left? What’s out there that I want to enjoy?

The Save A very productive midlife crisis.
I had the realization: God, I’m 51 years old and I spent 30 years of my life doing things I didn’t want to do. The things you do to please other people! I said to myself, Well now I’m just going to have a good time. That was the most freeing thing. For the first time, I wanted to do whatever I felt like that day. I wrote a book, A Promise to Ourselves, this critique of the family law system. I want to write more books. I want to go back to school. I might even run for public office.

The Fail A run for public office.
I will try to sell the American public on this idea: Sacrifice more! Make do with less! For the good of the country! I’ll run for office, and I’ll go out there and bomb.

The (Likely) Save Another sitcom.
Another sitcom. Probably a sidekick role on Jack McBrayer’s Kenneth spinoff. We’re all going to be working for the 30 Rock page.

The Alec Baldwin Career Graph
Overcoming failure again and again and again…

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Ok so someone has forever topped Jones and/or Pickles for a first date.
http://forum.bodybuilding.com/showthread.php?t=120921191&CJAID=10409402&CJPID=749547

Alright…I don’t care if you guys believe me … it’s real. This is the the most embarassing thing that I’ve ever
experienced… it was a horrible night for me.. and I’m sharing it with you guys because I don’t want any of my misc brahs to have to go through this.. especially since it all could have been EASILY prevented. I have added MS paint images so that you have a better idea as to what happened. It’s very long, but I’ll do my best to recount all of the important details. no ****ing cliffs….. read it to save yourself from something like this…

Anyway…
If you’ve been following my social anxiety thread you would have learned that I got an asian girls number during my last update (the encounter wasn’t recorded unfortunetely because my Camera froze). But anyway, it’s been over a week and I was feeling like taking a break from exam studying, and I figured that if I didn’t call her before exams were done then I wouldn’t get a chance to see her until after the break (which would be too long perhaps). So I called her up and asked her if she wanted to take a break from studying and meet me for coffee. Well she said yes, and we met at a campus cafe. We had some small talk, and it went well overall. After that she said “hey my roomate is making some chinese food for dinner because her boyfriend is over, would you like to come by and try some? she usually makes way more than needed”. Now at that point I felt like I had to take a sh!t, but there was no way I could turn down this opportunity; it seemed like she was into me and this would be a great opportunity to get to know each other further. So I decided to try and hold my crap as long as possible (I don’t crap in public toilets) and accept her invitation.

Well we went back to her place, had some food (very good btw)… and ****… I had to take take a sh!t really badly… and I also had to take a piss really badly (I had been holding that too since I didn’t bring my pee bottles with me to the date)… I really didn’t want to use her washroom because I didn’t want stink the place up… but it became so unbearable to the point where I could feel the turd popping out of my rectum.. to make matters worse I was actually starting to get an erection (I’m not sure why.. but that’s what happened). So I rushed to the washroom… and thus begins the worst possible scenario imagineable.

I pull down my pants step up to the toilet and I am then faced with an ominous predicament; I have to extremely badly take BOTH a pee AND a POO…. AND I have an erection…. what the **** do I do? Which do I do first??

So I bend over and try to push my erected penis down a bit to pee into the can… but as I relax my pelvic floor muscles to release the urine.. I feel my turd start to come out at the same time!

So then I’m like “fuk this… I’ll just try and hold the pee and let the poo come out”… so I sit on the can… grasp my penis hard to try and “block” it… and I then tried to let the crap come out….that didn’t work so well…

As I relaxed my anal sphincters… my pelvic floor muscles relaxed as well and piss started flying all over the floor… I started panicking at this point… so I desperately held my crap again, while I attempted to shove/bend my erect penis into the toilet. Once it was in… I tried take the piss and crap at the same time, but my ass was too far out and this massive turd started flying out missing the bowl, landing partially on the back rim and partially on the floor.

I then closed everything off again (you can’t imagine the pain of repeatedly blocking yourself from peeing and pooing when you have go so badly)… wtf was I supposed to do? I either pee on her floor or poo on her floor….then out of sheer desperation and instinct an idea popped into my head:

I ran into her bathtub and let myself go there… I figured that at least this way I could rinse it all down instead of getting sh!t on her floor….

At that point things get even worse…

The turd wouldn’t ****ing dissolve… and the damn bish was asking me wtf I’m doing showering in her washroom….

I then answer “yea lol… I’m showering… is that ok?”…

she says: what the hell? why?? you don’t think we’re having sex do you???

At this point I can’t even think straight and I jokingly (retardedly) say: yes we are lol

she then gets mad and says: wtf? is this some kind of joke… get out of there!!

I say: no please don’t come in… I’m not done yet…

At this point the hot water I was using to try and dissolve my sh!t was releasing sh!t smelling vapours all over the room.. and it was pretty rancid… the girl could smell it and she said: “why the hell does it smell so ****ing bad? What the hell are you doing in there???”

I say: please don’t come in… trust me.. you’ll regret it…

she says: **** this… get out now or I’m unlocking the door..

I beg her not too… but she loses her patience and then opens the door. She stops dead in her tracks. There before her was me standing with a pseudo-erect penis, left over fecal residue on my ass,large semi dissolved turds in her bathtub, turds on the floor beside her toilet, and pee all over the floor in front of the can… I was so ****ing embarassed… I started shivering… she looks at me while covering her mouth and nose and whispers… “wtf did you do???”…she was starting to cry… I hesitate for a bit and I try to explain myself “I tried my best … I… I’m sorry”… She then flips out and tells me to clean up the mess or she’s calling the cops. I agree to do it.

She leaves, and I grap some toilet paper… pick up the turds from the floor and bathtub, toss them in the can, and then I proceed to clean off the floor and bathtub with soap, water and alot of tissues. I tossed most of the tissues into her toilet bowl (the garbage was full eventually). I then took some perfume from the counter and tossed into the bathtub to get rid of odour. After I was done I cleaned my ass off and flushed the toilet. To my utmost dismay, my massive fecal matter bulk and the large amount of TP unded up clogging the toilet and it overflowed and started spilling crap all over the floor… I’m literally crying at that point… I look for the plunger but I couldn’t find it so I put my pants on and rushed out to ask her if she had a plunger so I could fix the toilet…I see her with her roommate and her roommates bf… she’s crying… as soon as she sees me she tells me to gtfo right now… I try to explain that the toilet is clogged… but she doesn’t let me … she says she feels threatened and she wants me out now… she graps a knife from the drawer and tells me to leave… I leave.

about a minute later I hear this loud scream coming from her dorm room (I assumed she went back to the washroom to see it covered in poo water). At that point I sprinted away as fast as possible, while swearing at myself and crying tears of frustration and embarrasment.

All of this could have ****ing been prevented if I had just brought my goddamn pee bottles!!! WTF?!?! The FIRST girl that shows interest in me.. I have to go and **** in her bathtub???? This is ****ing retarded (yes mad).

to all you people saying “peeing in bottles is stupid/gross”… well **** that… not only is it more convenient and cleaner, but it also prevents epic disaters like this one….

This is what WOULD have happened if I had my trustee pee bottle… I would have on sat on the can and then simultaneosly peed into the bottle and pooed into the toilet. No disaster… no mess…. and none of this would have happened.

anyway… should I let things cool off for a bit and call her back? maybe to apologize/explain myself? or should i just hope I never run into her again?

How ya like me now, fools?

…is when you are already at work. Friendly advice: a couple of wine glasses full of Jaeger at the annual company party is rarely a good idea.

Muslims in the Army

by Jones | November 5, 2009 | In News No Comments

Just saying

So Mr. Pickles and his lady have been frequenting the local restaurants and bars in Sanford, FL for about a year now. It seems (at least to us) that everytime we pass by what we now know to be “Jason’s Martini Bar” it has been closed.

I say, it seems, because for months this place had no signage of any kind so it was sort of one of those places that “you just have to get in to”. Well, my friends, tonight was the night!

We happened to visit one of our favorite restaurants this evening (Willow Tree Cafe - which by the way was a total fail as well due to their lack of planning for the amount of business that they had tonight however I will give them a pass because Theo and the crew are usually very good at making us feel like VIP’s so a one-time bad experience is acceptable). Afterwards, we walked the Downtown Sanford area.

Jason’s Martini Bar had a light on and a door man. Score! (or so we thought). $5.00 cover for my male ass. No problem - that place must be cool as shit inside…

Not so much…

Try South Beach…(without the South Beach)

PS - Blonde Bartender - you are not nearly hot enough to act that way…EVER!!!

PPS - You could not make a “dirty martini” to save your fucking life. That shit sucked worse than…I have nothing…I LITERALLY HAVE NOTHING IN MY MIND THAT I COULD POSSIBLY THINK OF THAT SUCKED WORSE THAN THAT SHITTY DRINK YOU CHARGED ME TEN FUCKING DOLLARS FOR!!!!!!

Just saying - if you are calling your bar “BLAH BLAH MARTINI BLAH BLAH” you may want to hire someone who knows how to make a fucking martini that is not on your list…

Peace and chicken grease asswipes…

Come on Nike!  Be men about this…

So your boy gets dunked on by a random guy at his own basketball camp?  Is this any surprise?  The Orlando Magic made him their bitch during the playoffs despite puppets and blimps…

Grow some balls already!

Those roachy fornicators never knew what hit them…

You should have seen the look in their little buggy eyes…

I usually don’t pimp other people’s sites for free, but this is kinda cool…

End of Google?

This is still in Beta testing, but talk about swinging for the fence. Gotta give ‘em some credit!

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