I first met Mike in prison when I was 27 and he was 8. The first thing he did was come straight up to me and punch me in the face. That was uncalled for, and I said so, but Big Sal said that since Mike was only 8, I was the biggest guy he could conceivably take. That seemed unfair at the time, because I was like 138th out of 192 in ranking on the cell block and most of the guys below me were old-timers and Wee Wendel, who was a dwarf with no legs, so I was like "What is he even in for?" and they said "Wire fraud" which is pigeon shit, but they said impersonating a member of Congress for the purpose of obtaining free postage privileges was even more pigeon shit. So he became like mascot of the cell block, and I became 139th out of 193 EVEN THO I BAKED BROWNIES FOR EVERYONE WHICH SHOULD COUNT FOR SOMETHING.

Anyway, we lost touch after he made parole, and it was nice to catch up to him on the Friends in Your Head forum, even tho he pretends those days in Manatee County Jail never happened, let alone those day trips to Cockroach Bay Aquatic Preserve and that crazy plan we hatched to catch alligators and ride them past Dung Islet, thru Hole in the Wall Pass, beyond Snake Key, and up the coast thru Little Cockroach Bay to overnight on Negro Island and then on to freedom after going around Goat Island to the Devil's Elbow to get to Paradise Mobile Home Court.

But we never did it because he had this crazy notion to go SOUTH to Bishop Harbor, overnight on a nameless islet in Hell's Half Acre, slip into Tuberculosis Bay, steal a camper from Frog Creek Campground to get to Honor Thy Pet Cremation Services, because he had an uncle that worked there, and then what? Drive north on Tamiani Trail RIGHT PAST MANATEE COUNTY JAIL?! That's bullshit.

I'm not a soundtrack guy, but this was really cool. I especially liked track 3. More melody, I suppose. And I dig that artwork.

I'm happy with everything I've seen. I don't know why this isn't tripping along. I was hoping for more refined edits and some hologram effects and whatnot.

Yeah, some technical person will have to answer that. Performancewise, I think it's great.

Okay, I thought things had cooled down, because John Travolta only worked with one celebrity who has died this year, but that person was Robin Williams...

And this new wrinkle has me freaking out again...

Williams with Hoffman

Williams with Rivers

Williams with Hoskins

And don't forget Mickey Rooney...

...oh and guess who directed Club Paradise...

You say crazy conspiracy theory. I say ALIEN MIND CONTROL POWER THAT DROVE ROBIN WILLIAMS MAD.

That's fantastic! Your voice is terrific! And there's literally no way you could go too evil considering Ian McDiarmid's performances.

Okay. I did it against a blue wall I hoped would work for bluescreen technique, but it's probably too shiny. I also shot in full light as demanded by Dave and Chris, which makes my turban look a little like silk pajamas wrapped around my head, which *snort* it is totally not *pushes glasses up on nose*. However, since I worked alone, I'm afraid it's a touch out of focus....

Still, probably workable.

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I agree with most of what's been said here. Inauspicious beginning for Twelve. But the nature of the regeneration conceit allows for some adjustment time.

I was going to do the voice of Straya's master, but yeah, alright. I can do that instead. I should be able to do it this weekend.

EDIT: Unless somebody else WANTS to do it.

I don't know. The lines on the prosthetic chin are really obvious in that second clip at around 6 seconds. Maybe Rodriguez was never happy with it and decided to go with something different, and that turned out just as bad and more exaggerated.

But I agree with Michael. Rodriguez never grew into the film maker he showed promise of. He probably thinks he's just cashing in on a grindhouse trend until he busts out a blockbuster, but I think he may find himself stuck in the grindhouse permanently.

Well, in defense of the theorist, I got the feeling he was playing "the Game".