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Headshots, hold the cheese.

Hello Dear Reader,

We are John and Jade and together with our Nikon camera we become the power trio that IS......The Letter B Photography.

BOOYA!

You wanna skyrocket to stardom? You wish you could be a real A-lister like Pauly Shore or Zach Morris??? Well…we can’t offer fame and glory and chicks, but we CAN offer headshots – and they’re better than the ones offered on Craigslist.

Wanna see some bad headshots?

These guys didn't come to us - they went to some schmuck on Craigslist (again, not us) and paid twenty-five dollars and took home ALL THEIR PHOTOS (un-edited) ON A CD!!!!

That's not what we do.

We take your photos for a session fee of $150.00 and you can have as many costume changes as you want - look, you're paying for our time that day and we don't give two craps if you want to use the time switching in and out of every frigging dress you own. DO IT!

After the shoot, we will custom edit 3 images of your choice, which are included in the session price, and send them to you in digital files. Any edited master files above the complimentary three we sell for $50 per image. But here's the thing - you can go do WHATEVER YOU WANT with them. You can get a MILLION printed off and cover your room in photos of yourself just like your Facebook page and it will cost you......NOTHING...because the file is now YOURS.

These other guys give you all of your photos on a CD, but what are you supposed to do with them? That zit you had that day? Ooops, it's still there because no one retouched it out. Sun too hot on your skin? Too bad - you're all blown out and white. I mean.....seriously, WHAT are you going to do with all the garbage on the CD? You're never going to use it. You're going to use the 1 to 5 photos that you picked out and had prettied up.

Remember that there is only one letter that separates art from fart.

Here's our link:
www.theletterbphotography.com

Check it out for your own safety.

Oh yeah, and here's some examples of good headshots:

The Muscle and the Monkey

My cousin came to visit us last week.

I found this in my camera after he left.......

THE HOLLYWOOD WALK OF LAME

My cousin Mo and his girlfriend Juliet came to town last weekend. She'd never been here before so we took her around to all the "glamorous" hotspots of LA - the walk of fame and Santa Monica beach.....are there other hotspots? Are those hotspots? We would've taken them to Rage, this gay bar, but last time we were there a bunch of gays accosted my wife......had I protected her from their homosexual onslaught, I'm sure I would have been convicted of a gay hate crime. As it stands, no gays were harmed in the making of this blog.

The walk of lame is covered in lots of stars - most of which have names that you've never heard of before....people that have been dead and gone for longer than I've been alive. Once in a great while though, you stumble upon a star. A real, true celebrity. Today was one of those fine examples where we were allowed by the fates and powers that be to find a shining star....

I was so happy I screamed and started ripping out of my clothing.

But.....with every American dream come true, some pebble of disaster will break the looking glass. For me, that was seeing how the economy has affected even the mightiest of men.....

Superman - moving boxes like some common GRUNT! I won't stand for it......I've gotta do something......

I told Jade we needed to find a way to stimulate the economy - find some way to make more money.

Was this her idea of FUNNY?????

She just kept making the ka-ching noise over and over again - it was driving me crazy.

She finally pulled the darn things off (after much pleading for me to purchase them for her) and we saw THIS GUY crossing the street:

Is that frigging BRUCE WILLIS WITH A MOHAWK???? ARE WE IMAGINING THINGS HERE FOLKS???? The day just keeps getting better and better and believe you me when I say the best is yet to come.........

Right before we exit the boulevard, I spotted this little lady:

I went over to this chick and asked if I could have my picture taken with her. I told her she looked like my sister. She turned to me and said, "seester?" Oh dear - she doesn't speak Ingleesh. So, in hopes of her understanding me better, I said it again - slower this time and I used more hand gestures.

"Me? Seester?"
"Yeah, you! Jade, just snap the photo and let's get outta here"

Snappity snap snap.

There's no way to know, but I THINK this is my sister's doppleganger. Dictionary.com defines a doppleganger as (noun) a ghostly double or counterpart of a living person. Yeah, I'll believe that - here's a picture of my sister:

Finally we escaped the star studded street and headed back to our car - BUT WAIT!!!! There's one more surprise - looky lou!

Frigging SNOOPY walking down the street!!! it was literally 100+ degrees that day and I'm pretty sure that guy had a stroke later on and I would've PAID MONEY to see Snoopy fall to his knees in front of a group of screaming children. Not that I'm some sicko and actually DESIRE to witness that. I just think it would make good fodder for the blog. If nothing else the photo would be good.

NExT UP!
Santa Monica pier:

Here's a photo of my cousin and his girlfriend at the pier:

What I like most about it is that they're dressed like John Lennon and Yoko Ono, respectively.

Okay, I should save the best for last, but I just can't contain it any longer (and I sort of want to keep things SEMI chronological).......check out this frigging-A sweet and beautiful RAT'S NEST we caught disguised as a human head walking down the pier:

I had to get closer. I had to have a better look. I needed..........to FEEL it's presence warm me......

So beautiful. I shall name it Algernon......YES.....i will kill for you Algernon.....my life for you..................NO!!!!! I must turn away, break my gaze, talk about something else......

LA has a chain of stores - clothing stores - called Forever 21. It's for women pressing thirty who really want to "keep it up". On our way off the pier, we saw this geriatric couple carrying a little yellow bag....ten to one says it's lingerie.

BOOYA!

After exiting the weirdness of Hollywood and Malipu, we saw THIS:

What is it? A birdman? A birdman driving a car? I don't know. We didn't stop to ask. He reminded me of something from a nightmare. Why was today so WEIRD???

THEN, while driving through Malipu canyon, we saw THIS guy:

Wait....did I say GUY? I meant girl - but I didn't say anything out loud. This beefcake momma would've crushed my car behind her kneecap if she got hold of me. I just told jade to lay on the gas and then started taking pictures of myself...

What the??? Why is Slash in my backseat? And why is he not wearing his goofy tophat that no one has mentioned to him is goofy in over TWO DECADES!!!!!!??????

It was a very strange day...........

The Saddest Boy to Ever Hold a Martini Glass.....

Jade and I just finished another round of headshots for a little person - not a little person like a midget - just a literal little person - a two year old named Myles. Here's a kid who's serious about his future modeling career - just look at those doughy eyes.......those pudgy cheeks.......that straw white hair.......the kid looks like a Disney character!

Jade and I took he and his mother around to the usual haunts in Van Nuys, dodging gangsters and speeding bullets, avoiding broken glass and graffiti (no easy task in The Nuys), but we're pretty happy with the results.









I especially like this one because he reminds me of baby Ellen Degeneres:

THE HERESAY OF REHEARSAL

Jade and I met up with the notorious Nellie and the relentless Ryan last night for the first ever rehearsal of the epic telling of Patrick and Molly and all the small things.

We had brat-to-tha-bratwurst for dinnuh and then got freaky in the living room, reading through the material again and again and again until it became mundane and tiresome, the way I plan to be remembered by my peers and colleagues.

I don't know if this speaks for the material at all, but Jade kept squeaking with weird spurts of laughter in the middle of rehearsals. Ryan would drop his line and Jade would sequel and we'd all sort of glance over at her and she'd be hiding her face behind her laptop..........more likely than not she wasn't even laughing at Patrick and Molly. Probably she was just watching clips on YouTube about guys crashing on their bicycles - she just loves that.




I actually felt really bad after watching this but I just couldn't stop giggling - it wasn't really a full out laugh, so I feel like that somehow makes it better.....but I think the funniest thing is the cameraman's reaction. He sounds like he just sharted.

For a full defnition of a shart, please see:



Now that you understand the proper terminology, here is a video that is pretty funny on it's own, but could have been made FUNNIER by an accidental shart......PLUS, how can you NOT watch a video entitled "Poop!! A must SEE!!"

funny if it were Bill Murray

Last night I told Jade that I refused to sleep anymore. I said I'd had ENOUGH!!! I had things to do at night. Read, write, burn ants. So last night the ol' woman went to bed and I stayed up with YouTube until 7:30am before my mind started to play funny games on me.

(Just a quick note to film nerdos: I discovered a video series on YouTube called "Indy Mogul". It's just a bunch of tips and tricks given by these young kids on how to do things on the cheap. How to make fake blood or vomit. How to light different situations. How to make your own barn doors - tons of stuff. Check it out).

Anyway, I'm awakened by The Banshee shrieking in my ears at 10am that we've got breakfast with some photographer in thirty minutes. I crawl out of bed, throwing on the clothes I've worn for the last two days and said Banshee tells me I look like a lumberjack.

I take off the red flannel and put on a shirt with a lion wearing glasses. I briefly wonder why I dress like a ten year old.

We get over to Silver Lake....ug....SILVER Lake. This is not a good place. This is a suburb for the Too Cool For Schools. The dude-bros with faux-hawks and girls dressed like Kurt Cobain meets Fallout Boy meets Nicole Ritchie. It's a painful thing to behold - all these hipsters wishing they had what it takes. instead they've just got tight name brand jeans and cowboy boots. Vests and army hats.

ug.

Jade and I ordered a $17 dollar omelette and split it. (That price is not an exxxageration. Silver Lake is also well known for having well over priced food). The photographer we're supposed to be meeting doesn't show up. We start eating. The omelette is just a thick brick of egg. I ordered fancy-shmancy bacon and mushrooms and GOAT cheese and it was just lightly SPRINKLED on top of the egg-brick. You cut into it and just more solid egg poured out. Horrendous.

The photographer still does not show up.

I'm tired.

My omelette sucks.

A bird suddenly takes a dump on my shirt. We're on an outside patio, so this is quite possible. I just roll up my sleeves and think, "what else?" Before the thought is out of my head a bee stings me right above me butt.

My wife tells me to stop whining and I tell her to shut up before I throw her down a flight of stairs.

The photographer still does not show up.

We finally leave and there's a thorn in my shoe. I take it off to get back to the car.

The photographer calls and tells us we've gotten the time wrong when we're almost home an hour and a half after our initial appointment time. Upon further inspection of our emails we find that.......no, she was definitely wrong. We were on time.


Oh, and I got bit by a dog on Easter.

IT'S ALL ABOUT THE NOISE

stay medicated,
jrp

THE REANIMATION OF PATRICK AND MOLLY

A few months ago JRP was going to put together some shorts called "Patrick and Molly and all the small things" but then things got crazy and we shut it down. Decided it was a bad time. We were crowding our plate and all of our food was smashing together, getting brown and soggy.

NO LONGER!!!!!

We're hungry again and have headed back for seconds. This Thursday we're getting together with "Patrick" and "Molly" to do some friggin rehearsals and it's going to be just SWELL.

Once we get these beasts all shot and cut we'll probably be releasing one a week SO KEEP YOUR UGLY MUG TUNED IN!!! THE TIME IS NIGH!


In the meantime, to keep your meat tooth happy, watch David After Dentist if you haven't already:





Now watch David After Divorce:




HARDY HAR HAR!

Jesca

A few years ago our friend Shane started up a grassroots organization called Come Let’s Dance. They opened an orphanage in Africa and began taking in all of the street kids and kids orphaned from the Aids pandemic wiping through the nation.

This is Jesca. She was one of many children that were brought to the orphanage. And has stolen Shane’s heart.

We’ve had the GREAT pleasure of being friends with Shane for about five years now but last week was the first time we’ve been able to meet Jesca – Shane adopted her about a year ago and has been spending most of her time in Uganda (someplace we don’t usually frequent). It was Jesca’s second time in the states.

Shane dropped her off with us and headed out to a meeting. For the next four hours we were shown the heart of a child that has not been intoxicated with American culture. One of the first things I noticed was her want to share. We purchased her a pack of gum and she went around the car, asking each of us if we wanted a piece before helping herself. She was quiet and polite and did whatever we asked without question……except play with our dogs. She was horrified of our dogs. In Africa dogs aren’t used as household pets. They are wild or rabid and they attack you. I hate to say it, but watching a child quiver in fear from my curious doe-eyed cocker spaniel bordered somewhere between macabre and frigging hilarious.

Anyway, if you want to get involved and get off your keester this Easter (even if it’s donating your ten dollars a month) go to the website listed above. Shane is the “president” of the company, if you want to call her that and I can vouch that every cent you donate will go towards a phenomenal cause – changing and affecting human life.

The Oregon Trail

After devouring one of the greatest steak dinners of my life, we headed North for Oregon. This was to be our anniversary trip – four years married and still coping – and our “We beat cancer trip”. And we beat it good. We tied it to a chair in our basement. Poked it. Prodded it. Ball gagged it. Have you ever seen Pulp Fiction?





We were taking the historic 101 hwy the whole way to Eugene, it would be Sasquatch country, but we were ready. Jade had her anti-rapist spray and I’d brought along my good sense to run when things got harry.





We’d decided early on that we were going to attempt to “rough it” and sleep in the car for a few nights. For two whole days these rubber tramps had nowhere to rest their heads. We brushed our teeth in gas stations. We peed in the dark. We feared monsters and homeless people with homemade knives or “shanks” as they’re commonly referred to in prison.



Speaking of prison, here’s The Golden Gate bridge. It’s frigging huge and made me feel a little willy nilly driving over it. Alcatraz off to your right, everyone! Quick! Get a picture of the prison!!! You know kids, they used to keep humans locked up in there and if they tried to escape…..CHOMP!!! They’d get eaten alive by sharks!!!



We visited the legendary Winchester Mystery House in San Jose, CA. I’m not going to get into the legend or the details of her specific story, just know that the house is supposedly haunted. The scariest thing we found when we showed up was that tours were thirty bucks a pop and they lasted over an hour – boooooo-riiiiing. Instead of going on what was sure to be the biggest waste of money in my life (next to the 200 bucks I spent on a get-rich-quick pyramid scheme a few years back) I decided to wager seventy-five cents on a gypsy fortuneteller.



She said something about water and a fountain. Something about finding success when I met hands with a Libra. I found it all very trite, cursed the machine and ventured back to our car. I was done with this tomfoolery. Two days later we found ourselves in a bookstore with a man named Todd. He was just a customer and had offered to help me find Catcher in the Rye. We ended up talking to him for about an hour. Politics, zombies, books, movies, Oregon – lots of things came up. Towards the end we somehow ended up briefly on astrology because of a book he was randomly referencing. I told him we should be going. He stuck out his hand and said, “Alright – it was good meeting you. My name’s Todd and I’m a Libra.” WEIRD!!!

We hit the redwood forests and debated sleeping in our car again but thought better of it. Better not to press your luck when you’re in Bigfoot’s backyard. I chased a goose, we drove through a tree, hugged a tree, looked at trees and had our pictures taken with trees. I haven’t been surrounded with so much wood since Jade and I went to this gay bar in West Hollywood.







We stopped at a raging beach and climbed up the side of a steep cliff.



I was horrified.



I told Jade I didn’t want to do it. I told her I was scared. I told her I was weak, but she didn’t listen. She just kept taunting me, making unnecessary jabs at me, hurting me. Eventually I caved and climbed up the side of the rock to appease her insatiable tastes. When I got to the top the panic mounted. She snapped some photos of me “for the blog” and I told her she could use them as long as she got rid of all the crying ones.



Right before our final stop we slept in Garberville, OR, a small town with one theater that does one screening of one show once a week. The International at 7:30. Be there or be square. If you’ve got to work, you’d better hope it’s held over for an additional week.







Once we got to Eugene – actually it was Vida, but no one, including the locals, apparently knows where that is – we spent some time with some new friends and their baby, Frank. We ate and laughed and were merry. I think the best way to describe Oregon is like this:



This truck has antlers purposely glued to the window. I was proud to share my oxygen with this man.



On the way back it was sort of like the way up only not as fun. We stayed in a strange Bates Hotel place and Jade ate a plate of food that resembled vomit. We traveled down the 5 and just looked pretty much at rolling hills.







We were out of Yetti country and that made me feel a little more comfortable, but I know the threat is still there, everyday, everywhere. The only thing that helps me sleep at night is knowing that I’ve seen Harry and the Henderson’s over fifteen times and I know, for a fact, that Bigfeet loves McDonald’s cheeseburgers and prom corsages.



The trip was a total success and we’re glad to be back in black…..actually, that’s not completely true. After being in the lush gardens of Oregon it’s pretty depressing to come back to the concrete jungles of LA. Oh well, you can’t win em all.

Stay medicated.