I hit the Hell-ephone set midday on June 14, 2008.  We had made the long trip
from Knoxville (where we were set up at AdventureCon) to Irvine, Kentucky.  
Everything was such a blur (with being on such a tight time schedule) that
we didn't get to hang around the set for very long.  It's okay, though ... I look
forward to working with ZP International again in the near future!
Don't you have somewhere to be, you smarmy little ass?
There are approximately forty-nine
photographs of me in various stages of
immolation.  It was summer, in
Kentucky, with no air conditioning,
and I was wearing three layers of
clothing (including the snazzy
sweatervest).  I was melting.

I was dabbed, powdered, fanned, and
blotted between each take.  It was
terrible.  My face fell off.  It was
replaced in post production with CGI.
What are you doing up there?
George Bonilla is a fantastic director.  
People seldom give independent film
the respect it deserves.  It's easy to
make a decent movie with fifty million
dollars.  It's not so easy with ten
thousand.  You have to think outside
of the box and work with what you
have.  You have to be able to squeeze
blood from a stone.  I always
respected that in Jim Wynorski, and I
respect that in George Bonilla.
Dig that flashy pink script!
It looks like I'm discussing something
really important.  I could have just
been complaining that I was hot.  I
don't know.
Is my face still on?
I took some time to chat with Mike
Holman from MTV's Jackass.  He's a
really interesting guy.  He pops in for
a cameo later on in the film.
Jason Crowe is a talented
up-and-coming filmmaker and actor.  
His ladyfriend is OVW wrestler Roni
Jonah.
Why, yes ... as a matter of fact ... that
IS sweat I'm drenched in.