DEADWOOD BLOG

The Pioneer edition featuring Bullock’s letter is published, raising concerns about Hearst’s response. Erstwhile lawman Wyatt Earp and his brother Morgan ride into town, having defended, ostensibly, an incoming stagecoach against sabotage that marks them heroes. Maintaining that they intend to work on a timber lease won in a card game, some question the brothers’ actual motives. Langrishe grants Chesterton a curtain call, and offers to perform long-term therapy on Hearst’s chronic aching back. Fields’ departure is delayed by an injury at the livery to Steve the Drunk.

…and,

Jackson Bolt (Gen. Washington) emailed a few shots and a link (below) to a photo show.

Click Here for Jackson’s Photo Show

SCOOP

The perfect man. The perfect story. The perfect murder.

Starring: Scarlett Johansson, Hugh Jackman, Woody Allen and Ian McShane

VIEW TRAILER

Click links for more info:

With Allen Comedy, McShane Has Risen From the ‘Dead’
By Michael O’Sullivan at the Washington Post

Excerpt from Post Interview with Ian McShane:

The next day, McShane says, he was getting on a plane when an assistant of Allen’s rushed up with a script — or, more precisely, as Allen is notorious for, the few pages of the script involving McShane’s character, Joe Strombel. Attached was what McShane calls a “very lovely, self-deprecating note.”

“If you like this, we’ll do this together,” he recalls reading. “If not, we’ll work again. I think you’re great. You’d be a terrific Joe Strombel.”

“I said yes,” says McShane, who calls the roughly six-week London shoot one of the easiest and most low-key he has ever been on, thanks to the fact that Allen never rehearsed his actors beforehand, preferring to set up each shot in advance only with cinematographer Remi Adefarasin.

Here’s the ‘Scoop’: Woody works his magic again
By James Verniere at the Boston Herald

DBP Gary Sokolowski sent some photos that will surely bring back a few memories of last season on set.

This post will be continued–I just couldn’t spare you the sheer joie de vivre captured in this photo for another minute.

For those who don’t know, the above photo is of DBP Mick Lea (founder of the Deadwood Dirty Dozen). When the photo was taken, Mick had donned his heavy leather costume which was sure to keep him warm by chance the weather quickly turned cold given it was an unusually humid, 110 degree day in sunny So Cal. All buckled up, Mick then had his hair twisted, pinned and sprayed like a practice wig at a blind hairdresser’s school. Then someone suggested, “Let’s take some pictures!” Doesn’t Mick look happy? Actually, he was in fine spirits this day because Mick Lea f***ing endures. He has been through things that would have paralyzed most men, yet he moves forward. Mick is one inspired c***s***er (wait, that didn’t come out right).    

Thank you Dave Reiner for sending this and the other photos to follow; whenever I happen across this photo of Mick, I can’t help chuckling to myself. In fact, I think this post may be a good public service announcement: Just copy Mick’s photo and print it, on the back write “Got Mick?” and put it in your wallet or purse–then whenever you feel like you’re having a bad day, just look at Mick’s mug and somehow, even miraculously, a little laugh will be followed by the self-assurance that “Things aren’t so bad, and you’ll endure!” I don’t know how it works, it just does, and society will be better for it. You may even want to print out several of ‘em to give to those folks you know who need a little sunshine, and soon, we’ll all “have Mick.”

Okay, back to reality: As mentioned, Dave Reiner sent over the following photos from a movie (working title is Bob Bailey) that is so secret (it’s filmed at the old Disney Ranch Studio–oops) we can’t say anything about it (like we know) but evidently WE CAN SHOW PHOTOS??? Here’s a little photo essay Dave likes to call: Hooplehead Warriors

The White Bitches Army - oops again!

I can spot John Stapp, Mick Lea, James Logan and Dave Reiner 

If anyone can fill in some of the above names please email

Dave Reiner in the wrong place at the wrong time travel.

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HA! I just saw Mick’s photo again (LOL)

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…and,

Is this wrong?

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and from Leah:

Hey Guys:
  
Hot enough for ya?!?  I think I need some ice cream, fast!
  
Tonight is the night where my character first speaks!! whoohoo!!  I havent seen the finished product yet, so I will be watching right along with you.  There’s a cute scene in the “whore’s bedroom”, and that’s when you’ll see me!
  
Enjoy!!
   
DEADWOOD
HBO
9PM  PST
      
   
XOXOX
  Leah

TONIGHT”S EPISODE:

Unauthorized Cinnamon

Hearst solicits the help of mad scientist in Sturgis who has combined exotic spices with human DNA and created a small elite group of Cinnamon Soldiers to creep into the Deadwood Bank and steal deeds.  DOH!

Actually, from HBO:

Odell makes Hearst a proposition involving “the color,” causing his mother to fret further for his safety. The camp elders hold another Gem meeting (sans Doc Cochran), complete with peaches and cinnamon, to map out a strategy to deal with Hearst. Their solution, proposed by Bullock via a letter to the family of a slain Cornishman, promises to make news in The Pioneer. Blazanov violates a communication credo for the supposed good of the camp. Langrishe’s theater renovations are delayed by illness of Chesterton, hovering near death in the Grand Central. Steve offers Fields a reason to stay in Deadwood, though the latter won’t bite. Jane is convinced to bunk up with Stubbs at Shaunessy’s. Cloth swatches, given to Swearengen by a tailor, are put to a different use by an ailing Cochran.

For the second month in a row, we’ve had to upgrade the allotted bandwidth for the blog. It’s been done (now we’re on the largest plan Blog.com offers), and the site should be as good-as-new shortly. Sorry for the inconvenience.  

“Thank you” to everyone who emailed or left an interview question for W. Earl Brown!

And “Thank You” Earl for taking the time to answer them.

Here Are A Deadwood Dozen Questions for W. Earl Brown from Around the Blogosphere and his response.

PERSONAL

FROM: Lori Lee in Texas

Q: Earl, You spent some time with the writers and Mr. Milch; what did you take away from that experience?

The sad realization that, no matter how hard I try, I will never be as good a writer as David Milch.   Nevertheless, I will never stop striving.   The irony is, that realization has made me a better writer.

In my opinion, David Milch belongs on the same plateau as Cormac McCarthy, August Wilson, or Tom Wolfe — he is quiet simply one of the finest writers on the planet.   To have my name associated with his as a writer, is not only a huge boost for my future career, but an honor. I was humbled by the opportunity… and anyone who knows me will attest, humility is not my strong suit.

FROM: Ronald Bales

Q: Would you or have you ever been in such a violent fight?

Personally, no.   I worked as a bouncer in Chicago while in grad school.   I got involved in one knock down, drag out fight that resulted in broken bones and cartilage and numerous arrests.   I was trying to break it up, so there were no cuffs for me.   However, it came nowhere near the brutality of Turner/Dority.

The men in my mother’s family were brawlers from way back.   My grandfather used to love telling stories of his fights as a young man.   He’d always begin with “Now, you’re a smart boy.   You know better than to live your life in such an ignorant way.   Me and Raymond (his brother) weren’t smart like you… I ‘member this one time we’uz this joint in Paducah and some ol’ boy…”   My uncle, his son, once said to me, “Man I used to love to fight.   On a weekend, if I couldn’t get laid, I’d pick a fight.   Perfect weekend — fuck some woman and fight some man.”

My problem was, I didn’t like getting hit — I still don’t.   I have no problem knocking somebody else on their ass.   In fact, I sort of like it.   I just don’t like it when they hit me back.   When my brain gets bounced off my skull, it hurts.   So… I try to avoid it if I can.

FROM: Matt Zoller Seitz at The House Next Door - http://mattzollerseitz.blogspot.com/   

Q: What five male movie stars from throughout history would you most like to go drinking with?   And what female movie or TV star was most responsible for jump-starting puberty?

A)   1.Robert Mitchum 2.Robert Mitchum 3. Robert Mitchum 4. Robert Mitchum, and tied for fifth place would be: John Belushi, Steve McQueen, Richard Burton, and Marlon Brando.

I’ve smoked weed with Woody Harrelson, so that’s getting close.

B)   I lost my virginity to Farrah in that red swimsuit.   A few years ago, a hairdresser on a film (who was/is Pam Anderson’s hair guy) told me of his Farrah fixation.   Only difference was, as he stated, “You wanted to DO Farrah — I wanted to BE Farrah.”   For a wrap gift, he gave me an original poster of that infamous shot.   I’m staring at is as I type…   ah youth… (luckily, this one is framed in lucite, so as to better weather my infatuation).

FROM: Jason Kendricks from MI

Q: Big E, When and how did you make your way from Kentucky to Hollywood? What was you big break?

When?   1986   How? Graduate school at DePaul U. in Chicago.

Big break?   uh… numerous little breaks along the way.   First job that got me into SAG, Backdraft.   Next step up, working with Wes Craven (New Nightmare, Vampire in Brooklyn, Scream), then There’s Something About Mary, then Deadwood.

Still waiting for that “Big” one…

DEADWOOD

FROM: Eric Berlin, at http://Blogcritics.org
 
Q: Earl, do you believe that your character (Dan) harbors secret desires to one day supplant Swearengen?

That’s  been the plan all along.   Al is tutoring Dan.   There have been several instances of his saying things like: “When you run your own operation…”   “When you get your own joint…” etc.

In 1880, Dan Dority did indeed take over the Bella Union.   He became quiet successful in his own right.   At the time of his murder in 1886, he owned four joints in Deadwood and a brewery in Cheyenne.

FROM: Janice Brown at http://deadwood-sd.blogspot.com

Q: Earl, What would you say was the most challenging part of playing Dan Dority on “Deadwood”? Your acting is spectacular by the way. (And if it’s okay to sneak in a second question, what does the W. in “W. Earl” stand for?

Keeping up with David Milch is the greatest challenge.    The W is for William.   However, I have been called Earl since birth.    When I joined SAG, there already was a William and an Earl.   So…

FROM: Ken at http://newmexiken.com

Q: I’ve read that there actually was a Dan Dority that managed the Gem. Did you try to learn anything about him, either to play the part or just out of curiosity? In any case, your characterization is superb.

Jerry Bryant at the Adam’s Museum in Deadwood, SD wrote a biographical essay of Dority after he and I became friends.   When I started the show, I knew next to nothing of the real Dan.   With Jerry’s work, I’ve come to know quiet a bit about him.   Only major difference that I’ve found is that he was much smaller and younger than I am.

FROM: Rene at http://hastalosgatosquierenzapatos.blogspot.com

Q: I love your loyalty to Al because it seems so genuine, I thought I’d ask if this is this something that you draw into the character from inside you? And Do you mind if I call you “Dan”?

All of our characters are drawn from within.   Milch has a way of getting to know a person and using that knowledge in the creation of his fiction.

I get called Dan all the time.   As long as it isn’t a family member doing it, I’m okay with it.

MUSIC

FROM: William Heinen

Q: Mr. Brown, If you were stranded on an Island with only a CD player, a lifetime supply of batteries, and 1 CD, what CD would it be and why?

Only 1?   Fuck.   Okay, Steve Earle — the Definitive Collection on Hip-O because Steve is to Nashville what Milch is to Hollywood — a maverick so damned talented that the entire business accepts their eccentricities and difficulties as the price to pay for their unique talent.

FROM: Michael Schaefer at The Deadwood Blog

Q: What is it about writing and performing music that draws you to it?

Music, Acting, Writing.. it is all the same to me.   Each takes different technical skills, but they all come from the same place.   They are my way of drawing close to God and keeping my demons at bay.   They are a far better choice than alcoholism or drug addiction.

FROM: Paula

Q: When did you first learn to play the guitar and where did you first perform?

When I moved to Chicago to go to school, I didn’t know anyone and was intimidated by the city so at night I would come home, pull out the guitar Momma gave me as a birthday present, and play.

Sacred Cowboys is my first real band.   Before that, I played at parties, on sets, etc.    Ask anyone who has ever done a film with me, they’ll attest to the fact that I always have a guitar in my trailer.

FROM: Mike Doman in New Jersey

Q: I’ve never heard your music: where can I find it and do you have a record coming out soon? And if I may, do you prefer playing music more than acting?

We’re mixing the Sacred Cowboys record in Nashville at Blackbird Studios during the first week of August.   Fergie Ferguson, John Cash’s engineer for years, is mixing it for us.   We’re still flirting with record companies.   Hopefully it’ll be out by the end of the year.   For now, you can hear a few working mixes at www.sacredcowboys.com or on myspace/sacredcowboys

As for which I prefer — both.   However, like writing, I am keenly aware of my insufficiencies as a musician.   I have long way to go before I can hold a candle to those musicians I admire.   As an actor…   I’m pretty self-assured in my level of skill.

A few bonus questions:

FROM Martin in Las Vegas

Q: Dear Mr. Brown, We have a big bully (ass) at our HS who is a Deadwood fan. How much would it cost to have you and Mr. McShane show up (in costume) the first day of school and scare the shit out of him?

You can scare the shit out of him yourself — fight back.   Doesn’t matter if you win or lose.   Bullies like to push people around, 99.9% of the time, when someone pushes back the Bully tucks tail.

FROM: Steve in OK

Q: What kind of Motorcycle do you ride?

My first was a Harley Trail-90 — a true AMC piece of shit.   I grew up on dirt bikes, mostly Hondas.   My dad had an old flat-head with a suicide shifter when I was a kid.   I could barely ride it.   One summer, while I was still in school, Daddy traded for a Suzuki (850, I think), I rode it all summer until I had to go back to Chicago winters.

Right now, I don’t own a bike of my own.   My wife and my mother frown upon it.   I had a cousin who was killed on his bike years ago.   So I always hear, “Bobby knew what he was doing too… that old man who pulled out in front of him didn’t…”

I am going to get either a Fatboy or a Softail.   Mom and Carrie will just have to deal with it.

Earl

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Note from Deadwood Blog: Wouldn’t you like to see the DEADWOOD bike that the boys over at American Chopper would come up with for Earl?

And you can check out Earl’s “Deadwood Radio” program on Sirius Satellite Radio — ch. 63 Outlaw Country.   Deadwood Radio plays on Saturday then re-airs at numerous times during the week.

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Going wrong is not the end of fucking things, Johnny. Fuck no!  I have come back from plenty of shit that looked like it was going wrong. - Dan Doity (Written by David Milch)

Graphite Drawing From http://www.saputofamily.com/art/

DEADWOOD Episode 30: A Rich Find 

From the HBO Deadwood Episode Guide: Aunt Lou’s long-lost son, Odell Marchbanks, arrives in Deadwood after a circuitous trip from Liberia, although his mother soon attempts to orchestrate his immediate departure. Bullock and Swearengen contemplate a preemptive strike against Hearst, whose ire has been inflamed overnight. Alma’s bad habits lose her the bank services of Trixie and, possibly, the attentions of her husband Ellsworth. Her indisposition also makes her vulnerable to Hearst, who’s apprised of her condition by an anxious Tolliver, playing both sides. Swearengen summons Dority to be at the ready to travel to Cheyenne for reinforcements. Stubbs offers Jane a place to stay, again.

and,

Last week, a bunch of BPs got together to watch “A Two-Headed Beast”

Bob Wyld, David Jackson, Theresa Dern, Damon Viola

 Robert Meredith emails:

We got home Saturday from 29 Palms Marine Base (our 5th mission), it was hot, hot, hot.
  Larry VanLoon and Ron Warpack car pool with me, we all get along great and enjoy what we can do to help prepare the marines for their actual mission to Iraq as this is a desert simulation and we act out the parts of Iraqi citizens so that means we participate in culture classes every day to learn the language and customs of the people in Iraq and get paid $150.00 a day plus meals and lodging in what is called Wadi Al Saraha, our town.
  There are alot of other Deadwood guys up there with us i.e. ( Thomas Stiver, Mike Foster, Mark Noble, Jeff Wilmore, James Peterson and Marc Meadow to name a few).

Robert Meredith, Thomas Stiver, Mark Noble 
Larry VanLoon, Marc Meadow and Mike Foster

and from the CSMF files:

Do you have a good interview question for Earl? 

                                                             Ask Him Here!

Here we go! This is the first “Deadwood Dozen” segment; We hope to have more in the future with Deadwood Cast and Crew (Leslie Martinelli: if you read this, maybe you can help arrange a few?)

W. Earl Brown’s Deadwood Dozen:
Did you see Dan Dority (Earl Brown) and Captain Turner (Allan Graf) go at it Sundy night on Deadwood?

On the heels of one of the best (and most realistic) fight scenes on film, we want to find a dozen questions from around the blogosphere for W. Earl Brown, and he’s agreed to answer them. If you have one, email it to deadwoodblog@cs.com or leave it in the comments area below (be respectful!).

We’ll set it up like this: You send or leave a question and we’ll post Earl’s Interview with your 12 best questions (4 Personal questions, 4 about Deadwood, and 4 about Music).  Be sure to include your name, state/country, blog address, etc. with your query.

As well, we welcome questions from the very astute contributors and readers at The House Next Door, The Deadwood Community Boards, and The Deadwood Stage. We’ll reserve questions for you–We may go a little over 12 but then again, it’s a Deadwood Dozen!

If I had only one word to describe what I know of W. Earl Brown, it would be “real.” I know you’ve probably heard celebs described like that before, but in Earl’s case it’s true. He is passionate in his interests and family, sincere in his performances from comedy (There’s Something About Mary) to the heavy dramatic complexities of Dan Dority in Deadwood, and soulful in song. He’s just one big, friendly, motercycle lovin’, guitar picken’, good ol’ multi-talented boy from Kentucky.

So let’s have some fun! And let’s find some great questions!

Click here for Earl’s comments on the fight sequence at The Deadwood Community Boards.

And a special thanks to Mike Johnstone of Sacred Cowboys and Deadwood (Mike has played steel guitar with everyone from Duane Allman to Charley Pride to the Riders of the Purple Sage–I think we can get Mike to answer a few questions too.)

Here are some pictures taken by DBPs Steve Zawatsky (top) and David Vallaire from the Adams Pack Station event today .

(I need some photos of Dave V–Zurich and Zvonimir too)

KNOW YOUR SOUL

I do believe

that all I do

involves a faith

in a God that’s true

and the good and bad

which comes our way

should be sorted out

day to day.

God brings love,

and trust, and splendor:

in all degrees

it will endeavor.

And with that guidance

and understanding,

no evil act

will become demanding.

So live, and laugh, and love your world,

for our lives will surely change.

Progress your soul, evolve your philosophies,

and prosper from what you gain.

Be optimistic in your speculations,

help your life be copasetic,

and when the world seems so unfair,

to the world be sympathetic.

Reach for the superlative in all you do

don’t let your fears forsake it,

find in your heart and mind what’s right

and know your soul is what you make it.

                                                               - Anonymous  ‘84

 Just for Fun!

Brought to you by Mr. Damon Viola

This is MUST SEE HBO! 

Tonight: Episode 29 / A Two-Headed Beast

From: HBO / Deadwood

Enabled by Leon, Alma reverts to her bad habits, though she’s able to exhibit enough charm to get Merrick to endorse her bank’s liquidity during a time of crisis. Two actors, Bellegarde and an ailing Chesterton, are reunited with Langrishe in Deadwood; the troupe then prepare to work on transforming the Chez Ami into a theater. Swearengen, still trying to decipher Hearst’s intentions, finally finds use for Farnum after a long chill. After much posturing and delay, Steve and Hostetler work out the arrangements by which the livery will change hands, but all’s not ending well. Two couples, Trixie/Star and Alma/Ellsworth, display different degrees of domesticity. Dority rises to Captain Turner’s challenge, driving Hearst to the Bella Union, where Bullock hands him an earful.

Don’t miss this one!

The Jean-Paul Sartre Cookbook
by Marty Smith.
From The Portland Free Agent, March 1987

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We have recently been lucky enough to discover several previously lost diaries of French philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre stuck in between the cushions of our office sofa. These diaries reveal a young Sartre obsessed not with the void, but with food. Aparently Sartre, before discovering philosophy, had hoped to write “a cookbook that will put to rest all notions of flavor forever.” The diaries are excerpted here for your perusal.

October 3
Spoke with Camus today about my cookbook. Though he has never actually eaten, he gave me much encouragement. I rushed home immediately to begin work. How excited I am! I have begun my formula for a Denver omelet.

October 4
Still working on the omelet. There have been stumbling blocks. I keep creating omelets one after another, like soldiers marching into the sea, but each one seems empty, hollow, like stone. I want to create an omelet that expresses the meaninglessness of existence, and instead they taste like cheese. I look at them on the plate, but they do not look back. Tried eating them with the lights off. It did not help. Malraux suggested paprika.

October 6
I have realized that the traditional omelet form (eggs and cheese) is bourgeois. Today I tried making one out of a cigarette, some coffee, and four tiny stones. I fed it to Malraux, who puked. I am encouraged, but my journey is still long.

October 7
Today I again modified my omelet recipe. While my previous attempts had expressed my own bitterness, they communicated only illness to the eater. In an attempt to reach the bourgeoisie, I taped two fried eggs over my eyes and walked the streets of Paris for an hour. I ran into Camus at the Select. He called me a “pathetic dork” and told me to “go home and wash my face.” Angered, I poured a bowl of bouillabaisse into his lap. He became enraged, and, seizing a straw wrapped in paper, tore off one end of the wrapper and blew through the straw. propelleing the wrapper into my eye. “Ow! You dick!” I cried. I leaped up, cursing and holding my eye, and fled.

October 10
I find myself trying ever more radical interpretations of traditional dishes, in an effort to somehow express the void I feel so acutely. Today I tried this recipe:

Tuna Casserole
Ingredients: 1 large casserole dish
Place the casserole dish in a cold oven. Place a chair facing the oven and sit in it forever. Think about how hungry you are. When night falls, do not turn on the light.
While a void is expressed in this recipe, I am struck by its inapplicability to the bourgeois lifestyle. How can the eater recognize that the food denied him is a tuna casserole and not some other dish? I am becoming more and more frustated.

October 12
My eye has become inflamed. I hate Camus.

October 25
I have been forced to abandon the project of producing an entire cookbook. Rather, I now seek a single recipe which will, by itself, embody the plight of man in a world ruled by an unfeeling God, as well as providing the eater with at least one ingredient from each of the four basic food groups. To this end, I purchased six hundred pounds of foodstuffs from the corner grocery and locked myself in the kitchen, refusing to admit anyone. After several weeks of work, I produced a recipe calling for two eggs, half a cup of flour, four tons of beef, and a leek. While this is a start, I am afraid I still have much work ahead.

November 15
I feel that I may be very close to a great breakthrough. I had been creating meal after meal, but none seemed to express the futility of existence any better than would ordering a pizza. I left the house this morning in a most depressed state, and wandered aimlessly through the streets. Suddenly, it was as if the heavens had opened. My brain was electrified with an influx of new ideas. “Juice, toast, milk..” I muttered aloud. I realized with a start that I was one ingredient away from creating the nutritious breakfast. Loathsome, true, but filled with existential authenticity. I rushed home to begin work anew.

November 18
Today I tried yet another variation: Juice, toast, milk and Chee-tos. Again, a dismal failure. I have tried everything. Juice, toast, milk and whiskey, juice, toast, milk and chicken fat, juice, toast, milk and someone else’s spit. Nothing helps. I am in agony. Juice, toast, milk, they race about my fevered brain like fire, like an unholy trinity of cruel denial. And the fourth ingredient! What could it be? It eludes me like the lost chord, the Holy Grail. I must see the completion of my task, but I have no more money to spend on food. Perhaps man is not meant to know.

November 21
Camus came into the restaurant today. He did not know I was in the kitchen, and before I sent out his meal I loogied in his soup. Sic semper tyrannis.

November 23
Ran into some opposition at the restaurant. Some of the patrons complained that my breakfast special (a page out of Remembrance of Things Past and a blowtorch with which to set it on fire) did not satisfy their hunger. As if their hunger was of any consequence! “But we’re starving,” they say. So what? They’re going to die eventually anyway. They make me want to puke. I have quit the job. It is stupid for Jean- Paul Sartre to sling hash. I have enough money to continue my work for a little while.

November 24
Last night I had a dream. In it, I am standing, alone, on a beach. A great storm is raging all about me. It begins to rain. Night falls. I am struck by how small and insignificant I am, how the entire race of Man is but a speck in the eye of God, and I am but a speck of humanity. Suddenly, a red Cadillac convertible pulls up beside me, In it are these two beautiful girls named Jojo and Wendy. I get in and the take me to their mansion in Hollywood and give me a pound of cocaine and make mad, passionate love to me for the rest of my life.

November 26
Today I made a Black Forest cake out of five pounds of cherries and a live beaver, challenging the very definition of the word “cake.” I was very pleased. Malraux said he admired it greatly, but could not stay for dessert. Still, I feel that this may be my most profound achievement yet, and have resolved to enter it in the Betty Crocker Bake-Off.

November 30
Today was the day of the Bake-Off. Alas, things did not go as I had hoped. During the judging, the beaver became agitated and bit Betty Crocker on the wrist. The beaver’s powerful jaws are capable of felling blue spruce in less than ten minutes and proved, needless to say, more than a match for the tender limbs of America’s favorite homemaker. I only got third place. Moreover, I am now the subject of a rather nasty lawsuit.

December 1
I have been gaining twenty-five pounds a week for two months, and I am now experiencing light tides. It is stupid to be so fat. My pain and ultimate solitude are still as authentic as they were when I was thin, but seem to impress girls far less. From now on, I will live on cigarettes and black coffee.

Converted to HTML by Mahiuddin (“Champak”) Laskar, mlaska@unf.edu

and,

Crown Prince Richard Buckley sends this:

Thats me on the left. I arrest Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley in the  begining of the movie, Pirates 2 “Deadman’s Chest,” and that’s what I look Like today; I shaved for Oceans 13  which starts filming July 27th.

Last week in episode 27, did you see Buck at the table near the door of the #10 Saloon when Steve enters and rants-on about Hostetler?

Here’s a link to the previous post about H.R.C. Buck

 AND DON’T FORGET:

The rededication of Adams Pack Station
& Deadwood Party

LINKS: The Adams Pack Station
David Marlkand’s Post at Metroblogging Los Angeles
Previous Post 

plus–A 4th of July Bonus!

Carl Virden, John Ammons and Claude Butts (aka Jeb Younger) attended the 4th of July Parade in Solvang with the “Reel Cowboys”.

Carl’s wife Karen and Art Perry

Here’s a note from Carl: 

We and our wives/ladies along with the group stayed at the Svendgard’s hotel for the event. I towed the Reel Cowboys float up there and also towed it in the parade. We were invited to the huge ranch of  Arthur Perry, who is not only the Honorary Mayor of Solvang, but is the owner of Intrepid Farms Morgan Horse breeding ranch. We were led on a tour of his western museum and then his impressive home. Great time! Here are a few pics.

note:

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